A/N While this story tries to follow cannon I have taken liberties when necessary. I imagined this scenario while trying to fall asleep and decided to try to share it. This is my first go at writing this sort of thing, so be gentle.
Blame It On The Alcohol
The bathroom was down a short hallway off the furnished part of the basement. Rachel didn't want anyone knowing about the small as it was unlike the theater that her dads had created downstairs and it was quite dark. Rachel thought it was enough having the glee club at her house let alone any of them being aware of this dark make out spot just on the other side of a closed-door. The least anyone knew about the layout of her house, Rachel thought, was for the best.
Knowing from her own basement, Brittany suspected there had to be a bathroom somewhere in the theater; she just needed to find it. Her flood gates where about to break free and a trek upstairs seemed too much for her bladder to bear. Brittany snuck through the one door Rachel had guarded in her sobriety as soon as no one was looking. She started walking down the small, dark hallway.
"Bingo," Brittany said aloud as she entered the small bathroom.
Not needing to turn on the light, Brittany found the toilet just as easy as she found the bathroom. She quickly relieved herself of the hour's worth of booze she'd been drinking.
Finally empty, having flushed the toilet and washed her hands, Brittany left the small room. Almost immediately she was stopped short when a small hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back around a short corner on the far side of the bathroom door.
Brittany knew the small hand well and would recognize Santana's touch even if she had a million other hands on her body.
Brittany knew Santana was feeling especially feisty that night. Santana might have come with Sam (and Brittany with Artie) but the body shots they had done told the girls that it was each other they really wanted to be with. Brittany knew it was just a matter of when Santana would come to her, not if, and for now that was OK. All they allowed each other at the moment was a physical attachment and it would have to do.
All of the ran through Brittany's head in the split seconds between Santana grabbing her wrist and pulling her in to a passionate kiss against the corner wall in that darkened hallway.
"Drop these down Britt-Britt," Santana said tugging on Brittany's shorts. As soon as Brittany had the button undone, Santana had pulled them down and off. Santana didn't like wasting time with Brittany when she knew there wasn't much to waste. Sex was the way Santana showed Brittany what she didn't dare say and she wanted every opportunity to express herself to her best friend.
Removing Brittany's shorts from her ankles and tossing them to the floor, Santana was very aware of her position. She was already bent over so she dropped to her knees. Santana took in an unobstructed view of the blondes naked hips in the dark. Her night vision was now kicking in.
"God she's beautiful, " Santana thought.
Not wanting to waste time, Santana leaned forward and took in a deep nasal breath before placing a kiss on Brittany's outer lips. Without any foreplay, smelling her was a good was to judge Brittany's arousal. Santana knew how differently Brittany could smell. She could tell that Brittany was receptive though not fully turned on and Santana took this as a cue to go ahead.
With her nose still buried in the small patch of Brittany's hair, Santana stuck out her tongue. Her tongue moved past a slightly swollen line of outer lip defense to an aware but not fully aroused clit. Moving her tongue up and down, Santana heard a moan escape from Brittany's mouth. Despite the lack of getting there, Santana knew this wasn't going to take long. She half regretted this but loved that for the moment Brittany was hers and there was nothing else in the world.
Taking Brittany's moaning as her only guidance (not letting her own sexual passion take over was Santana's specialty), Santana moved her hands up Brittany's legs from her ankles to her knees to her hips so they could find their way to Brittany's core. Santana spread Brittany's legs apart by moving forward on her knees. Santana spread Brittany's sex apart with her thumbs while her palms remained on her hips. Santana's tongue never stopping it's light up and down contact on Brittany's clit. Moans alternated with pleading breaths and became a near cry when Brittany felt Santana's tongue slide inside her. Brittany could feel the pressure of Santana's nose against her clit as the movement of her tongue against her g-spot was making it hard to stand. Luckily for her, Santana's hands where still on her hips and it kept her planted against the wall.
When Brittany started bucking against her movements, Santana had to shift her grip to the blonde's ass to keep a hold that wouldn't let either of them break contact. After a few rhythmic thrusts, Santana knew exactly how close Brittany was to cumming. She decided it was ok to just enjoy her taste as Brittany was taking care of herself, riding Santana's tongue as if her life depended on it.
Brittany's wetness gave away her orgasm before the spasms could take over. Brittany knew Santana was making her work for it and that she was savoring her taste. Brittany knew she wouldn't be let go of until she was climbing the wall in ecstasy. (They had done this before and would as it seems, do it again.)
"You are not RIGHT!" Brittany nearly shouted as soon as she could find the words.
"Wanky." Santana said with a grin as she handed Brittany her shorts from the floor.
Brittany's embarrassment at cumming so quickly subsided with Santana's small joke. Santana waited for Brittany to be steady enough to get her shorts on before saying that Brittany should leave first and she'd follow a few moments later.
Brittany nodded but instead of heading toward the exit, she grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her into a kiss. She could taste herself on Santana's lips and smiled slightly. Santana smiled back into their kiss and almost tripped over herself as Brittany was now pushing her back to the wall.
"Britt-Britt we have to get back. Someone's gotta be wondering where we are."
Ignoring what she said, Brittany took Santana in for another, deeper kiss. Brittany was expressing something unspoken between the two of them with her kiss.
Had it been just a bit easier to see, Santana would have been uncomfortable with the level of eye contact they were making at the moment. Brittany knew what they felt was more than just lust but until Santana was ready to say it, these moments would have to do.
Brittany moved her hand from Santana's to her face and placed her free hand around the smaller girl's waist. Softening their kiss, Brittany ran her hand down Santana's face to her neck, lightly touching down to her breast. They both moaned as Brittany squeezed firmly Santana's full breast. They both smiled again. Brittany began kissing Santana's cheek and as her hand made its way down Santana's body, she kissed her again on the lips. Kissing her partly because she loved to but also partly to keep down any protest Santana might give as her hand made its was to her waistband. Feeling words forming in Santana's throat, Brittany kissed her deeper and slid her hand deep into Santana's panties. Brittany could feel the heat and instantly was aware of just how wet Santana was.
Santana could do nothing but whimper and give into Brittany as she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
How could Brittany make her feel so vulnerable, turned on and cared for all at once? What the fuck was this hold that Britt had over her, Santana wondered.
Pushing all her emotions back, Santana focused on the finger now moving against her clit. With her voice slightly choked, Santana managed to let out, "Oh Britt-Britt."
Brittany smiled. She was only vaguely aware that Santana's statement meant more than just to acknowledge the now two digits in contact with her clit. But since this was the only way they really spoke, Brittany kissed Santana's moist cheek and applied more pressure against a wet, swollen and wanting clit.
Brittany's long arms and fingers made it very easy for her to maneuver around Santana's body in a standing position and she knew how to take advantage of it. Just as Santana put both her arms around Brittany's shoulders, Brittany shifted her attention from Santana's clit to slide it in and out of her wet pussy. Keeping her palm against Santana's clit, Brittany moved in and out of her with her ring and middle fingers. Brittany wanted to see Santana cum, look her in the eyes as she did and this was the best position to make that happen.
Wet and swollen, Santana's cunt was telling Brittany exactly what to do and how. Two fingers sliding easily in and out as her palm took up slack against Santana's clit. Brittany knew Santana was close.
"Coño nena. ¡No pare, no pare!, " Santana shouted.
Brittany didn't know what she was saying but took it as a 'don't stop!' and at least for tonight she would not make her wait for release. As Santana's pussy spasmed and her hips bucked against Brittany's hand, Brittany kissed Santana's cheek, tasting something more than sweat. Before she could realize what she was tasting Santana ripped the thought from her mind by grabbing her lips into a very deep, very passionate kiss.
"Que rica, mi linda, " Santana said while a last wave shivered thru her body.
Brittany's hand broke free from Santana's waistband and she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste her friend.
"You're not so bad yourself," Brittany said with a smile.
With a grunt, Santana pushed herself off the wall. She and Brittany freshened up in the small, dark bathroom and made their staggered way back to the party.
