Kissing You.

Chapter 1

Brittany greeted the driver absentmindedly and went inside the elegant town car.

As the drive started, she began to replay the last weeks of her now mess of a life, she looked out the window at the quiet streets of her hometown. Her brain was swimming with constant thoughts of her.

When the car turned into an unknown corner, she realized they were driving in the wrong direction... "Excuse me? We're going the wrong way."

When she received no response, she figured it was for the privacy glass that was up, so logically, she pressed a button to lower it and as soon as she looked into the rear-view mirror she saw a pair of very familiar, mischievous dark eyes with long eyelashes and perfectly shaped brows staring back at her blues for a moment. Her mouth dropped to the floor for a second before she regained the ability to breathe again.

"Santana?"

"Hello, Ms. Pierce!"

"Wha-what are you doing?" Brittany gasped.

The brunette took the driver cap off and ruffled her long raven hair, making it flow effortlessly over her shoulders "What do you think I'm doing? I'm driving you to your engagement dinner,"

Brittany huffed at the snarky tone "No, you're not, you're going the other way!"

"Oh! My bad..." She smiled, not turning back.

"Santana, plea-" She was cut off when the glass raised again and she heard a lock noise.

The dark night made it difficult to assess where Santana was taking her and 20 minutes later, or so she thought, they were arriving at a deserted place in front of what it looked like a secluded little chalet... Parking the car, Santana went straight towards the passenger door and opened it for Brittany to step out.

The blonde took in the clothes she was wearing: a form fitting black blazer with a simple breast hugging, button down shirt without the tie that was previously adorning the collar; black slacks on her toned legs and high pumps that made her the same height as the annoyed woman standing in front of her. Santana turned around and walked to the chalet, opening the door for Brittany to step inside.

"If you could stop staring at me for a moment and come inside, please," And as if reading the blonde's mind, she added "And don't worry, this isn't a bachelorette pad, it's a place where I can be alone, that's all you need to know."

Brittany shook out of her minor trance with the commanding tone "You are crazy if you think I'm going to-"

"I'm asking you nicely. I don't want to drag you in and ruin your beautiful dress. So..." She motioned again to the open entrance. The blonde huffed and slammed the car door shut, passing furiously by Santana.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You do know that there are people waiting for me. He is waiting for me!" Brittany practically yelled with her hands on her hips, walking closer to a calm Santana, who was facing her, reclining against the locked door with her hands on her back.

"Well, if I remember correctly, which I do, you're still married to me. So, excuse me for wanting to spend some quality time with my still wife before she divorces me and goes marry someone else." The brunette spoke evenly, not once losing her temper but her eyes darker and somehow colder than ever.

Brittany paced back and forth, breaking eye contact "What are you doing, Santana? Why are you doing this to me?" She asked in a defeated tone.

Santana just stared at the pacing blonde for a moment before speaking with the same cold tone in her voice "What we had, all we shared, means nothing to you? Are you really going through with this?"

"Yes! We've talked about this before. I told you and you promised, Santana. You would sign them!" She countered now looking at directly at her.

"I know what I said. Are you really in love with him? You never answered me that,"

Brittany sighed deeply and felt some tears welling up in her eyes "Don't do this to me, you have no right-"

Losing it completely, Santana yelled back, fists now clenching at her sides "You left! You fucking left me without a goodbye, without giving me a chance... You did worst to me, Brittany, you held my heart and threw it back at me without warning, so don't say I have no right to do what I want to you, because I do!"

Taking a step back, the blonde quivered at the words but found her own "You never came after me, you knew where I was and never even called," She whispered "We can't keep hurting each other, we need to move on, and we have to, Santana."

"I don't want that. I can't accept that, not tonight," The brunette replied sadly, her voice a little raspier than usual.

"What do you want from me?" She said looking down in a little voice,

The brunette closed her eyes for a moment "You, just you, even if it is just for tonight..." Dark eyes searched the warmth of the blue ones.

Brittany sadly half smiled "San I can't, I can't do that. It's not right,"

Santana knew it wasn't right but a part of her felt the need to do it, she acted on an impulse and jealousy and she had to try "You have no idea how difficult it is for me to know that you're no longer mine, that you have a life without me," She paused to regain the strength in her voice "That someone else kisses you, touches you and makes love to you... And I understand it is so selfish of me but I can't help it. It killed me to think about that every single day you weren't with me, it kills me to know he- " Swallowing hard and holding back tears, she continued shaking her head as if clearing her thoughts "I know you love him but what really scares me is you loving him more than you once loved me."

The strong will never fall

But watching stars without You...

Brittany couldn't speak for she was now silently crying; seeing the strongest woman she'd ever met practically falling apart in front of her was overwhelming and so damn heart-wrenching. Santana was looking down at her own hands, not able to control her tears anymore, emotions pouring with them, the incredible sadness of her voice rang all over the place, breaking Brittany's heart a little more.

"You know, it's funny to think I actually believed that I could be good enough for you. That I could be better for you and make you happy," The brunette looked up and sadly forced a little smile through wet cheeks "How wrong was I…" Tears kept pouring down Brittany's face as she just could shake her head, denying all the things Santana wrongly felt.

With gloomy resignation, she just couldn't stand there anymore "I'm sorry, Britt, I really am, for everything... I'll take you back," She turned around towards the door when she felt a strong hand holding her wrist, turning her back forcefully.

"No." Was all Brittany managed to say at the moment, feeling Santana close to her again, and breathing with difficulty.

"I don't know what I was thinking bringing you here, you don't have to-"

"No…" She repeated

Santana wasn't sure what she meant. She held her breath and watched as Brittany raised shaking hands to caress her face; her long delicate fingers tracing the contours of it, from her forehead easing the worry lines there, following down all along her jaw, her perfect nose and the lips she used to kiss into oblivion.

Touch me deep

Pure and true,

Gift to me Forever...

"You are so beautiful..." Brittany barely whispered as Santana closed her eyes and leaned into the soft touch. She wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and pulled her forward; then she brought her hands up along her arms, cradling her face again. She opened her mouth slightly and kissed pouty lips sweetly, gliding leisurely her pink ones, revelling in the softness the remembered so well...

Santana pulled back for a moment with a wet pop, her breathing erratic "Tell me to stop," Santana groaned "Tell me to stop or I won't be able to control myself anymore."

Locking her blues with darker brown ones, Brittany didn't say a word; instead, she began taking her own clothes. Santana watched every movement, and soon she saw the navy blue strapless dress discarded at their feet along with a pair of silky undergarment. Santana once again, was mesmerized by the sight of that lithe body she used to explore for hours and that she knew by vivid memory. The blonde proceeded to remove her blazer; then, one by one, pale fingers unbuttoned her shirt and the minute said shirt was off, Brittany dove in for another searing kiss. She couldn't stop. Feeling her naked skin against her was too much.

Santana gently walked them backwards towards a bed, sitting Brittany on the edge of it. She looked down at the blonde and without a word, took off her heels and began to slowly unbutton her pants. In a matter of seconds, after discarding her matching thong and bra, she was standing naked in front of Brittany. She intently watched her expression as blue eyes devoured her body.

No one had ever looked at her like that. She could barely contain herself when she reached for Brittany to a standing position and crashed their nakedness together in a consuming embrace. The feeling of Brittany's warm bare body against her own was all she could think of. They kissed franticly, tongues prodding and wet noises filling the room along with quiet little moans. The blonde daringly cupped her full breasts; Santana let out another low moan when Brittany lowered her head and took a darkened nipple into her mouth rolling it with her tongue, sucking lightly.

Dark eyes were tightly closed feeling the increasing wetness between her legs and she reached for Brittany's face to kiss her yet again. Tanned hands glided over taut back muscles, lowering to round buttocks, kneading them tenderly.

They tumbled onto the cool sheets with Santana pressing Brittany against the mattress and between her legs. She took her time squeezing lovingly the pale breasts before her and began rocking her hips into the blonde's, mixing their scent, completely in awe never breaking eye contact. Brittany tugged her bottom lip between her teeth to prevent a loud moan as the weight of Santana undulated above her. Before she could register what was happening, Santana's hand was making her way over her taut stomach to find home between long legs. She heard the deep sigh as tanned fingers made contact with her soaked core. She was so wet, very much so coating the fingers that were stroking her with purpose. She felt the bed shift as Santana straddled her leg.

The brunette's heart was pounding like her own as she could feel it when she placed a hand on the skin covering the precious organ that was hers, her heart. Santana continued her movements with more wet kisses making her arched her back off the bed, when she finally entered her. The middle finger that was inside of her began a calculated rhythm to soon be followed by another digit, revealing how experienced she was when it came to Brittany's sex and how countless times she had experienced the act of pleasuring the writhing woman beneath her.

As their bodies were in sync, they both moved expertly against one another. Santana set a terse rhythm and, as always, by simply reacting to Brittany's gasps and little high-pitch noises. The blonde began moaning Santana's name over and over again when she added another finger and the brunette couldn't remember ever hearing something so beautiful. With both of them coated in a thin layer of sweat; closing her eyes Brittany's hips soon began to buck and grind against her, sending Santana into uncontainable passion. The brunette opened her eyes and stared at her. She could feel her breast and hard nipples gliding against her own.

She stilled her hand for a moment and lowered her head to murmur against Brittany's parted lips "Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when I'm doing this to you, when I'm making love to you," She curled her fingers inside of her to make a point earning a moan "I want you to look at me when you come."

Brittany was overwhelmed with the intimate words and with the deep, aroused tone of Santana's voice. She opened her eyes and Santana covered the blonde's mouth, grazing her lips with her skilled tongue as her hand moved once again."Oh my God! San- Santana…" Brittany was shaking uncontrollably, watching as Santana panted and smiled down at her. Then, she was gone, clinging tightly to the woman on top of her...

Santana couldn't decide if she actually heard Brittany whispered those three words that were like life itself to her, or if it was just a sad twist of her imagination after the third time of frantically lovemaking that had Brittany passed out sprawled on her stomach. She deeply sighed and forced herself to detangle her body from Brittany's backside.

"Santana?" The blonde called for her when she was greeted with the coldness of the pillow next to her, it was still dark in the early morning.

Brittany ran her hand through her very dishevelled blonde hair, inhaling deeply the lingering scent of their bodies and actions that filled the warm room. And that's when she saw it. There, next to her, were the papers with the elegant signature she knew too well and some keys that she later would discover were for the car Santana drove there. She jolted up, sitting in between the mess of sheets and couldn't hold back the sob that escaped her lips.

"Santana!" Brittany cried and called for her again only to be met with a deafening silence.

Where are you now?

Where are you now?

'Cause I'm Kissing You

I'm Kissing You...