Series of Tumblr Prompts tied to the same AU.
Chapter 1: How did we get here?
The thin straps of her bra were on relaxed all the way down to her biceps, her hair was messy and falling from once tight bun, and her hands where settled onto Brittany's bare thighs as the taller girl straddled her hips. "We need to stop. This can't happen," Santana huffed out half heartedly as Brittany's lips traveled up her neck.
"You are over worked, sleep deprived, and obviously sexually frustrated," Brittany nipped at her ear lightly and drew small hearts on her collar bone with her forefinger. "You need to relax and just go with it."
The brunette let out a deep sigh and tried to refocus her thoughts…tried to keep them from focusing on Brittany's actions. "I'm your boss, Brittany. There is also a 10 year or better age gap between us."
"Santana," She put her index finger under the Latina's chin and made the girl look her in the eyes, "I won't let this get in the way of our professional relationship."
"I still don't think…" She was cut off by her assistant attacking her lips with an onslaught of wet and rough kisses. A few nips as well.
"You need to not think. Let it happen," Brittany grabbed the hem of her top and pulled her shirt all the way over her head before she threw it onto the side of the desk. "No one needs to know."
Brittany was true to her word. After their 'eventful' night in the office just a little over two weeks ago, Brittany had been nothing but professional. Well, at least when other people were in the office. She did make a few slick remarks when Santana wasn't particularly paying attention to her subordinate in her office. It was all verbal little quips. Sometimes a few flirty innuendos, nothing Santana couldn't brush off…or so she thought.
Santana couldn't help but notice the sly grin on Brittany's face as she walked into her office. "Brittany, what are you still doing here? It's almost 8?"
"Well, you keep staying late," Brittany walked over to the brunette's desk and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her legs slightly. "I figured I would ask if you needed any help or if there was anything I could do for you."
"I'm actually almost done," She stuttered out slightly, as she tried to focus on the email she was typing. "I really do appreciate you checking in on me, Brittany. But it's late and you should head on home. I'm sure you have better things to do then wait on me to get done."
The blonde smiled softly at Santana. She knew she was making her nervous, especially after their last encounter. It took Santana almost three days before she could look at Brittany without bowing her head a little or blushing. "I can think of better things to do," She leaned down a ever so slightly and removed Santana's glasses. "But they still involve you, Ms. Lopez."
Santana felt her whole body tense up slightly as Brittany's fingers gently touched her cheekbones, "I still have to finish this…I can't see without them." The brunette breathed in deeply, before braving the question she knows she really shouldn't ask. "What better things are you thinking about?"
The tall blonde played with the buttons on her lover's shirt, "I think a repeat of a few weeks ago would be a good way to start." Brittany leaned down and kissed Santana's lips softly, "Like I said…It's a good start."
The head hunter leaned up and kissed the blonde back fiercely, "I think maybe that's okay." She grabbed Brittany's hand and pulling it towards her lips before kissing her palm.
"Santana," the door slammed open and both women pulled apart quickly. Quinn looked between the two of them with a look of mixed amusement and slight disappointment crossed her face.
Santana threw her hands up and sighed a little, "It's not what it looks like. " She looked at Brittany then to Quinn. "Q, you can't say a god damn thing."
For the last few days Brittany had been a little standoffish whenever she would come into Santana's office. Ever since the incident with Quinn, she had been nothing short of professional. They attraction between them was almost unbearable. For Brittany, it wasn't just Santana's amazing body and beautiful face. Her drive, intelligence, snarky but witty sense of humor all drew Brittany to her. But after Quinn had to caught them in the almost compromising position, she didn't want to get Santana into any trouble.
Santana felt the tension every time Brittany came in the room. She was in her office far less the less couple days than she had been the weeks before. The head hunter lost track of time letting her mind wonder as she thought more about Brittany and their 'interesting' situation.
"Ms. Lopez," Brittany called into her office after giving a soft knock that Santana obviously wasn't paying attention too. "Do you need anything before I go? It's getting a little late."
"Actually, do you have a minute to talk?" Santana shifted in her seat nervously. They messed around in the office in late hours a few times. Brittany had kissed her a couple separate times as well. But, they never really talked about 'what' was going on with them.
The blonde could feel herself tense up a little. She knew deep down, whatever this thing was, that it probably wasn't going to happen again. "Sure, Ms. Lopez." The blonde closed the door quietly and sat down across from Santana.
"First, I wanted to apologize for kind of retreating to myself some the last couple days," Santana shifted in her desk chair a little and unbuttoned her blazer. "I just wanted you to know, Quinn won't say anything. She's a little flustered with me, but it won't affect your and her working relationship."
"I appreciate that, Santana." Brittany took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I also understand your need to process."
"Also," Santana motions between herself and Brittany, "Whatever this is, I've never done this before. I never…I just…" The Latina took a steady breath trying to think of the best way to word her thoughts. "My work life and personal life have always been separate. I've worked really hard to get where I am."
"I completely understand," Brittany held her shaking hands down in her lap. She figured that it was coming, "I'm not sorry I got to share an experience like that with you. But, I understand that it's not professional and it can't continue."
Santana shook her no vigorously, "That's not what I was getting at." She got up out of her chair and walked around to the front of her desk. "I talked to Quinn about it for hours on end over the last few days. I don't know what we are doing. I don't know what you want out of all of this. But give me a chance and I would like to figure it out together if that's something you're interested in." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand gently and ran her finger tips over the blonde's knuckles. "And if you don't want to, I understand. I also don't regret our shared experience."
Brittany was taken completely by shock. She didn't think anything like this was going to happen. Least of all, the idea of it going forward coming from Santana. "I think I would like to see what happens."
Things between them over the last couple weeks had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Their work life was still professional. Well, as professional as it could be with Brittany sneaking kisses in here and there. They would have dinner together a couple times a week. They hadn't slept together since the Quinn had found them together kissing in Santana's office.
Santana had picked Brittany up all the times they had gone to dinner. She wanted tonight to be special. She invited Brittany over for a home cooked dinner and hopefully a movie. The brunette wasn't worried about her cooking or about them having a date at home. She was a little concerned with Brittany coming over. Not because they were spending time together, but the fact they would truly be alone tonight.
She had learned so much about Brittany over the passing weeks, it made her want to keep taking things slow; that she wanted make it something that lasts. The age gap was something she stayed mindfully aware of. It also kind of scared her. She and Brittany talked during work casually, but at night when they weren't together they literally talked all hours of the night. She was worried Brittany would get bored with her.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts as she heard Brittany knocking on her door. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly and pulled at the bottom of her button up to straighten it out.
The head hunter took in a deep breath before she opened the door to her apartment, "Hey, Britt." She offered softly before moving out of the doorway to let the blonde in. "You didn't have any trouble finding the place did you?"
Brittany bit her lips slightly as she looked Santana up and down in a very obvious fashion, "Hey yourself, Sexy." The blonde looked around the apartment as she took her first few steps inside. "Not at all. You have a beautiful home."
The brunette blushed a little bit as she shut the door behind Brittany, "Good. I'm glad you could it alright." She shrugged a little bit and motioned around. "Someone else decorated. For as beautiful as it is, I'm not home much to enjoy it."
"I think I know someone who has been trying to get you to go home earlier and leave work at work." The younger woman laughed a little bit and put her hands on Santana's waist. "I'm glad you chose tonight to spend time at home though."
Santana just nodded at Brittany's smartass comment, "I know. I know. I've been trying to get better." She put her hands on the blonde's shoulders and rubbed them up and down gently. "I am too. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now."
Brittany placed her hand on the side of Santana's face as she closed the space between them, "I've been waiting all day to do this." The taller woman leaned forward and kissed her boss gently on the lips. She was taken a little by surprise when Santana's hand moved into her hair and pulled her closer. "Santana," she huffed out softly as she pulled back to breath.
Santana let out a happy sigh, "If coming home meant this at night, I'd say let's run away together." She spoke softly just before leading Brittany into the kitchen. "We should actually sit down and eat dinner before we get distracted."
"So much for trying to take it slow…" Santana thought to herself as she walked through the path of clothes she and Brittany left from the living room to her bedroom. She looked over at the clock it was 2:27 a.m. They had wrapped dinner up around 8, just before they started the movie. Brittany initiated as she always did about half way through the movie, but this time it was different. Slow, steady, passionate, but still gentle. Santana couldn't really be upset about it. It wasn't like they hadn't intimate before.
The brunette grabbed two bottles of water and made her way back to her bedroom. She smiled when she found Brittany just as she left her. Blonde hair sprawled out across her pillows, her arm covering her eyes, laid out in the middle of her bed and her chest still heaving from the hours of activity. "God, you're fucking beautiful." Santana absentmindedly muttered out as she made her way back towards her bed. She offered the bottle to Brittany, who took it very willingly.
"Thank you," Brittany blushed a little from Santana's comment. She moved over to one side of the bed and sat up to drink the water. "You do realize I'm not the only beautiful one in the room." She leaned over and kissed Santana softly on the lips, "Absolutely beautiful."
The Latina just smiled at the younger woman and sighed happily into the soft kiss, "Thank you." She pulled away shyly and opened her water. Santana made quick work of her bottle of water and threw herself back into her pillows.
Brittany followed in a similar fashion. The tall blonde threw her leg across her lover's hips as she snuggled herself into Santana's side. Slowly she ran her fingers up and down the middle of the brunette's naked chest. "I certainly like it this way better than in the office."
Santana took in a deep breath when Brittany's fingers made contact with her skin. She let out a content sigh, and turned her head towards the younger woman. "You have no idea what you do to me," she spoke softly before running her fingers through Brittany's hair.
"Ohhh, I think I have an idea." She started to push her hand down Santana's nude stomach. She took her a little by surprise when Santana's hand caught hers.
Santana pulled Brittany's hand towards her lips and kissed her fingers softly, "I know you know what you do to me that way." She opened Brittany's hand and placed it on her heart, "This is what I meant. You make me feel like I'm fifteen again. I get stupid giddy when you text me when we aren't at work. I feel relaxed around you. That's not something that is easy for me."
"I've seen you so angry it scared me. You've yelled so loud it made me sad," Brittany could feel Santana start to tense up and try to move away a little bit. But she knew well enough by now not to let Santana retreat and get into her own head, "But I also saw the heart break written on your face when you had to fire that guy a couple weeks ago. I hear you deep sighs when you think no one is paying attention. I saw that soft side of you before I kissed you the first time. That's the side of you that drew me to you."
