Pairing: Cop!Santana/Brittany
Word Count: +2.5K
AN: I was itching to write some Brittana fluff and so I decided to tack another chapter onto this story. Fast-forward a bit past when we last saw our lovely ladies, but don't worry what you've missed will be casually/vaguely mentioned through this chapter and is pretty much unimportant. It's all just fluff to keep the SS Brittana floating in our hearts.
Santana trudged up five flights of stairs of her apartment complex (the elevator had been busted for over a week now) and dragged her feet down the hall until she was stopped in front of door 513. With heavy hands she lifted her key and fit it into the lock, twisting slowly. She was weary to the bone after working the twelve hour night shift. It may have been only eight am but Santana was looking forward to stripping right down to nothing and face planting into her mattress. The door swung closed behind her and immediately everything was wrong. Santana narrowed her eyes. Her windows had been covered making the apartment dark and gloomy, rather than filled with the morning sun's light. And candles had been set up at intervals alternating to the left and right, leading a path from the middle of the living room area and down the hall that lead to her bedroom and bathroom.
Someone's been in my house,were her immediate thoughts, hand going to her belt to be met with nothing but fabric. No gun on her waist, which had been checked into the equipment locker at the end of her shift. No protection. Feeling exposed and naked without her normal form of protection Santana went right for the door-side table. She dropped her bag while unlocking the single drawer, pulling out her personal (registered) handgun. Spinning around she did a canvas of the living space, holding her weapon properly in her hands and aiming down the barrel. She tiptoed towards the small kitchen.
Clear.
Her shoes made no noise as she followed the path of the candles, pistol still at attention, sweeping back and forth with Santana's gaze. The flickering flames ended just in front of her bathroom, door left ajar. She bypassed the lure, first wanting to check her bedroom for an intruder. Once that was cleared she entered the hallway heading for the bathroom.
Santana leveled her shoulders as she stood in front of the door, soft classical music drifted to her ears, the scent of lavender and vanilla swarming her nose. She nudged the door open with her foot, enough to lean into the room without exposing her entire body to do a sweep for criminals. She found one staring right back at her from the bubbly water of her bathtub. "This is considered breaking and entering," she growled.
Cerulean blue eyes stared up at her and if Brittany was affected at all by a gun aimed at her face, she didn't show it. There was an easy smile curling the corners of her mouths upwards and she looked entirely relaxed, arms splayed out on the edges of the tub, blonde locks pulled into a messy bun. "Are you going to pull out the handcuffs or shoot me?" She teased, voice gentle and lilting, just as it had been all those weeks ago when they first met.
Santana sighed, thumb flicking the safety back on as she lowered her weapon, laying it on the counter. Her exhaustion quickly overtook her previously hard features as she watched Brittany with barely open eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Sinking lower into the bubbles and flashing a coy smile the blonde joked back, "You're not happy to see me?"
The Latina expelled a sigh, ribbing her forehead. "I gave you my address because the second time we went out for drinks I was too plastered to walk a straight line, and you wouldn't allow me to hail a cab back. And the only reason we went over my schedule together was to reschedule our dinner that I had to cancel. None of that was an invitation for you to come over unannounced and seduce me. I have another shift in nine hours, I can't fuck right now.." She explained, sounding entirely defeated.
"You think this is some backwards booty-call?" Brittany asked through a deep frown.
"Brittany," she sounded exasperated as she leaned up against the sink, rubbing her face with her palms. "All we've done is fucked the few times we've seen each other. What am I supposed to assume?"
There was a slosh of water and pitter-patter of timid footsteps, before Santana felt warm hands grip her wrists and tug her own hands off her face. Brittany fit their palms together, interlacing their fingers. But the brunette didn't lift her gaze; her eyes could barely stay open as it was, locked on bare feet and her own sneakers. "This hasn't come across like I wanted it to, I'm sorry.. I know you have another shift tonight, that's why I wanted to this for you. It's all supposed to help you relax, I have bath salts and bubbles and other things planned. So please just join me in the bath, San." She gave a light squeeze to the officer's fingers.
Santana was unresponsive for a few long moments. Afraid the other had fallen asleep Brittany leaned forward and nudged her nose against where tan skin met a dark hairline, before placing a soft kiss there. It caused the Latina to exhale deeply, before giving her own squeeze of Brittany's hands, mumbling, "Let me just do a few things first?"
The blonde nodded, squeezing back and saying softly, "I'll warm up the water, it's cooled a bit."
Santana nodded and Brittany snuck another kiss to her hairline before slipping away to do exactly that. The officer didn't let her eyes stray to the naked body she knew all too well. She grabbed her handgun and left the bathroom to lock it away, then hung up her jacket and kicked off her shoes beside the table. She tossed her keys into their bowl, after double checking the drawer was locked tightly, then bolted the front door and headed back down the hallway. Again she bypassed the bathroom, this time to strip her clothes and toss them in the hamper in her room and take a moment to tie up her hair and glance in the mirror. She couldn't stand to look at her reflection for long before going back to Brittany. She hated twelve hour shifts; they always left her feeling tired down to her bones.
Once in the bathroom again, she let herself look at Brittany, who had once again submerged herself beneath the bubbles. And standing there in all her nude glory Santana took a moment to really look at the blonde before her. Brittany had her head tilted back, resting against the farthest lip of the tub, those blue eyes were closed and neck bared. Mocha eyes traveled the slope of her pale throat down to her jutting collar bones then stopped at the topmost curve of her breasts where the bubbles hid all else from view. The blonde looked entirely serene; it was bizarre for Santana to see someone so relaxed and seemingly as home in her apartment.
"Are you joining me or just going to stare all day?"
Santana's eyes flickered back to Brittany's face, only to see she hadn't moved an inch or opened her eyes. "I might just stare," the Latina murmured back, tender gaze roaming along the contours of rosy cheeks and gentle jawlines. When she saw Brittany peek open one eye and those thin pink lips contorted into the slightest of pouts, Santana flashed a smile and chuckled lowly, assuring, "I'm kidding, make room," she motioned with her hands.
Brittany shuffled just the slightest, the tops of her knees poking through the bubbles as she bent them up. She watched Santana with a small grin as the Latina strut closer before slowly lowering herself into the water with a hiss.
"Jeez, Britt, hot enough?"
"We'll be in here for a while, I wanted it to last," the blonde whispered, her hands gliding across tan shoulders and guiding Santana to lean back against her. The brunette merely grunted in response, tilting her head and resting it against Brittany's shoulder as strong legs lowered into the water, tangling with her own. Dark eyes fluttered shut and Santana was immensely grateful for the large bathtub her apartment was able to hold, or the two of them never would have been able to fit so comfortably.
The officer could feel Brittany shifting behind her, but didn't have the energy to lift herself so the other could move more freely. Moments later Santana felt a warm cloth run against her shoulder and murmured, "What're you doing?"
"Washing you," Brittany said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. And maybe it was. Santana didn't think about it. Brittany took her time washing Santana's body; she was patient through the squirming and entirely efficient even at the most intimate areas. Once the scrub down was complete she urged Santana to sit forward some, which she did with a groan of disapproval. "I have to shampoo you hair," the blonde said softly.
Santana merely nodded. Okay, that was a suitable reason to move out of her comfortable position. She tilted her head back and Brittany poured water over her head, shielding her eyes, before she began to work the shampoo into Santana's long locks. Mere seconds later the brunette was groaning and leaning into Brittany's scalp massage. Then tension in her body had almost completely vanished by now.
"Rinse," the blonde murmured, urging the Latina to tilt her head back. Santana followed every instruction until her hair was no longer sudsy, and the blonde worked conditioner into her locks and rinsed that out as well. Then much to her refusal, telling Brittany she really didn't have to, her legs were lathered and Brittany carefully shaved them. After the initial embarrassment, Santana relaxed and allowed the blonde to do as she wished. It wasn't often that she was pampered so thoroughly.
With the bath water draining, Santana pat herself dry with the towel, Brittany telling her to come to the bed when she was done. The towel wouldn't be needed. The brunette was slow with her movements, but the prospect of what Brittany was hinting at had her skin buzzing with excitement.
She entered her bedroom to find it littered with flickering candles, Brittany perched on the edge of her bed. Her brow furrowed with confusion when she realized Brittany had slipped into shorts and a tank-top. The blonde grinned and skipped across the room, taking Santana by the hand and leading her to the bed, "Here, lay face down on the towel," she urged, excitement lacing her sweet voice.
Santana sighed deeply before once again doing as she was told, flopping with no grace onto the middle of the bed. She folded her arms and rested her chin against her hands, mumbling, "For some reason I thought we'd get our sweet lady kisses on.."
Brittany joined her on the bed, Santana could feel her kneeling just to her right. Lips brushed against her ear as Brittany murmured back, "I thought you were too exhausted for that," her fingertips teased along the back of Santana's neck.
A smile curled at her full lips and she tilted her head to meet blue eyes. "Kiss me?"
"Just once," Brittany whispered, leaning forward to initiate the first kiss of the night. She meant for it to be short and sweet, just enough to convey that she wasn't here for what the Latina had originally assumed. But the kiss was quick to transition into something more hot and heavy. It was hard to control the passion when two strong forces met.
Brittany finally tore herself away, both at a loss for words and panting to catch their breath. She groaned softly, biting her own lip before placing a firm kiss on Santana's lips and pulling back completely. "Okay, that's it. No more sweet lady kisses tonight," she said through her labored breaths.
"Okay," Santana whispered breathlessly.
The blonde shuffled backwards and straddled Santana's upper thighs so she was basically sitting just behind her butt. "The bath was to get you calm enough for this," Brittany explained, pressing her extra-warm palms against a tan back. Santana squirmed slightly under the wetness, unsure. Brittany let out a soft giggle before spreading the oil with her hands, the scent of lavender permeating the air. The Latina let out a soft, "Oh," realizing she was getting treated to a massage. She could hear Brittany giggle from above.
There was nothing sexual about it as Brittany sunk her fingers, palms, and knuckles into Santana's overworked muscles, no matter the noises that came from the Latina's mouth. Shoulders, upper back, lower back, thighs, calves, arms, hands, feet, glutes, and neck. Brittany massaged every inch of skin she could reach, even as Santana wavered on the edge of consciousness. Her hands were sore by the time she was done, and Brittany was positive she would have oily hands for a whole week from how much she used on the Latina.
Santana had never felt more sated in her life. She was verging on sleep. She could feel the soft caress of lithe fingers trailing along the bumps of her spine, the tickle of blonde hair at her shoulders, and a pair of thin pink lips pressing the softest of kisses to her temple. She hummed deep in her throat out of contentment.
Brittany's voice was scarcely a whisper, "I'm going to set your alarm so you have plenty of time to get ready for work later."
The bed shifted and Santana cracked open an eye, groaning out, "Stay for a while, Britt."
The blonde offered a lopsided smile and leaned down to brush their lips together. "It's a little past ten now, and I have a class to set up for at eleven. I'd stay but I can't let Mike down." She kissed Santana until the pout disappeared from her red lips.
Santana grunted in disapproval as Brittany left the bed, she shifted her head to look the other way, watching the blonde dancer exit the bedroom. She returned moments later with the blanket which had previously been draped over the back of the couch. The Latina smiled broadly as the material was draped over her prone body. Brittany peppered kisses all over the side of her face before whispering, "We still have a dinner date to setup, call me later okay?"
"Will do," Santana murmured, eye lids fluttering before falling shut. She could feel that Brittany had yet to move from the bed and tilted her head more towards where she thought the blonde was. It was difficult to move, being so close to sleep, but Santana reached out, fingers finding a strong thigh. She stroked the skin there for a long moment before requesting for the second time that night, "Kiss me?"
Brittany didn't hesitate to fulfill the Latina's wishes. The kiss was soft and slow, and everything right. Santana was trying to show just how grateful she was for the special treatment, and Brittany attempted to convey how she felt for the brunette without having to say it in words. Their passion was unyielding and spurred their kiss to move past gentle, into dominant exploring and willing submission, the woman trading off roles frequently. They shared many kisses before Brittany separated them, resting forehead to forehead, purring, "I'm glad to be of assistance, Officer Lopez."
"It was my pleasure, Miss Pierce," the Latina purred right back, smirk curling her lips upwards.
A soft peck was placed to Santana's lips, and Brittany whispered against them, "I'll gladly help out again.."
Santana leaned forward to press a firm kiss to thin pink lips and whisper, "I know, thank you."
They shared another short kiss, before Brittany peeled away, brushing her lips against the Latina's cheek and blowing out the candles. Santana drifted off slowly as the blonde went around her apartment, cleaning up the other candles. Officer Lopez had passed out content, before the sound of the apartment door opening and closing had even reached her ears.
Maybe, with Brittany, twelve hour shifts weren't so bad after all.
The End! Lemmie know if you loved it or hated it~