A/N: Nanananana! Glad you're enjoying. Let me know how this chapter goes!


Admittedly it took more effort for Brittany to stand, still reeling from her orgasm, but she managed, bringing Santana up with her. With her foot, Brittany pulled the plug in the bathtub, letting out the water. When Santana gave her an odd look, Brittany just shrugged noncommitally.

"It was cold anyway," she explained as she started the faucet anew, turning the middle spigot to activate the shower. They both gave a gasp as cold water hit them, calming as it raised in temperature, raining on them in a heavy downpour. Brittany pulled Santana closer, nuzzling her cheek as the brunette's arms raised luxuriously, coming down to rest on Brittany's shoulders, her hands grasping each other behind the blonde's neck.

The warm water and Brittany's tender advances creating a happy buzz within her, Santana sighed contentedly.

"We don't have to if you don't want to; I know you're probably tired..." Santana mused softly, tilting her chin towards the ceiling so Brittany could kiss down the length of her neck, following the curve of her shoulders and back again. She would more than happily settle for canoodling under the spray of the shower, but Brittany shook her head slightly.

"Nuh uh. I'm fine."

As if to prove it, she slid her hands down Santana's sides, and gripping her firmly by the hips she hoisted her up, slamming her back against the shower wall. Automatically Santana wrapped her legs around Brittany's waist, her ankles locking onto each other as she squeezed, unsure if Brittany could truly handle her weight or not. But Brittany had no issue, pressing their bodies even closer together as she managed to use the shower wall for leverage.

Santana leaned back slightly so she could brace herself between Brittany and the wall, and after a few seconds of making sure she wasn't going to fall, she laughed.

"We haven't done this in a long time," she commented, hands resting on Brittany's shoulders, smiling excitedely at her.

"Not much time for inventive sex any more," Brittany said, a hint of sadness in her voice. Santana chuckled, Brittany leaning in to capture a breast in her mouth, tongue laving generously around her nipple.

"We'll have to make more time, won't we?" Santana said beathlessly, finding a surge in the ache between her legs as Brittany worked her over, her stiffened nipple like a plaything to Brittany's tongue, gasping softly as she rolled it between her lips.

"I didn't forget about you," Brittany drawled, parting from one breast only to move to the other, repeating her actions on this one, causing Santana's back to arch slightly, mindful that if she wasn't careful she'd fall on her ass. That seemed of little consequence as Brittany carried on, sucking and teasing Santana's chest until she couldn't take it any more.

"Brittany, stop playing around," Santana tried to order, but her inability to draw a proper breath made her sound less in control, and Brittany merely giggled against her soft flesh.

"Do what now?" Brittany teased, and Santana could feel her wrinkling her nose and smiling as she flattened her tongue across one hardened peak, a hand reaching up to palm the other gently.

"Get to it," Santana managed to growl, but Brittany felt no need to speed herself along. Eventually she could tell Santana was at the end of her rope, her back arching more and more, pushing her breasts into Brittany's face.

"Come on, tiger," Brittany said playfully, one hand still gripping Santana's upper thigh and the other reaching for the shower head. Santana raised an eyebrow at her, eyes narrowing dangerously at her girlfriend.

"What are you doing?"

Brittany fumbled with the head, trying to wrest it off of the hose it was screwed on to. After watching her for a few moments Santana gave in with a sigh, undoing it and getting rewarded with a spray of water in the mouth. Sputtering, she glared.

"This seems stupid."

Ignoring her, Brittany took the hose from Santana's hands and adjusted herself slightly, slipping it between their bodies and angling it so that the stream of water hit her clit, causing Santana to inhale sharply through clenched teeth in surprise.

"Still stupid?" Brittany chuckled, watching Santana's face contort with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the water pressure too much for her to take at once but hitting her in exactly the right spot. Brittany noted her discomfort and pulled the hose back, the more air it had to travel through lessening the intensity of the stream.

"There, right there," Santana moaned, her head tilted back against the shower wall, her chest heaving with each shallow breath she managed to draw into her lungs.

Listening intently, attuning herself to Santana's whimpers and yelps, Brittany grinned, stopping her hand about chin height and watching the jet of water part Santana's folds on it's own, revealing her clit.

Because she wanted nothing more than to bring her legs together, to add to her own pleasure, Santana's calves and thighs were tightening around Brittany's hips in an almost excrutiating vise like grip. Brittany knew one way to combat that, and adjusted her footing properly. Wrapping the hand on Santana's hip around the brunette's ass and pushing her further up the wall, she was able to finger her entrance from behind, eliciting another shocked sob from her girlfriend's throat.

"I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but I love it," Santana keened sharply, shuddering as Brittany dove three fingers inside of her. "Fuck!"

"Oh so we like this?"

"We like it a lot," Santana said hurriedly, feeling herself clench around Brittany's fingers, as if willing her to start moving them. Brittany obliged her silent request, drawing her fingers out and plunging them back in.

"Harder!"

Not wanting to ignore the obvious need Santana was feeling, Brittany starting driving her digits in and out of Santana as fast as she could, but Santana wasn't satisfied, biting her lip as she groaned, her next words echoing around the bathroom as she shouted.

"Deeper, Britt!"

Brittany was used to getting yelled at, it happened almost every day, but she was perplexed as to why Santana's loud cries excited her more than anything else. Of course she was burried far inside of her most important part at that moment, so that probably had a lot to do with it.

Not wanting to disappoint, she called upon what strength she had to bounce Santana, tan skin scraping against the shower wall, the descent back down pushing Brittany in even deeper. She was rewarded with a loud "Fuck!" from the mouth of her girlfriend, the word tumbling out brokenly.

She did it again, and pretty soon Santana picked up on their pace and was aiding her own motion, arching as Brittany shoved her upwards. Her hands lay flat on the shower wall, trying to grip smooth tile as Brittany carried on, heaving her up off of her hands and bringing her back down, barreling her digits in with force neither of them had experienced before.

It wasn't long at all before Santana was sent over the edge, a violent thrash of limbs and almost deafening screams tearing from her throat that reverberated throughout the entire house. It was too much for Brittany, weary from the effort of holding Santana up and then the frantic bouncing, and together they fell into a heap into the bathtub, narrowly avoiding injury as they collaped in a tangled mess of limbs, the shower hose spraying wildly as it swung around.

Struggling to catch her breath, Santana reached out with a hand and hit the spigot, the water now running from the faucet and the hose hanging limply. She leaned forward into Brittany, her arms wrapping around her neck and her forehead resting on her sternum, chin tucked into her own chest as she fought for air, Brittany doing the same with her head tilted upwards, gasping.

"You... good?" Brittany squeaked out after a few minutes, flinging one arm over her face and swallowing hard. Her hand snaked to Santana's back, resting on the small dip above her rear, fingers twitching.

"Ughhmm."

Santana's unintelligable response suited the blonde just fine, unable to form her own words well enough anyway. This was the kind of thing she missed, these breathless, speechless moments. This was a little bit on the extreme of that, since now Brittany was feeling a little light headed, but all the same, it was wonderful. And far, far better than any sex mermaids could be capable of, that's for sure.

They rested for a good fifteen minutes or so before Santana stood, helping Brittany up as well and restarting the shower. When Brittany's eyes widened, afraid that Santana was going to want to repeat that rather aerobic event so soon, Santana chuckled.

"Relax, Britt. Let's get cleaned up and fucking go to bed already," Santana suggested, and Brittany nodded her head, admittedly a little relieved that Santana wasn't ready to go another round.

The brunette reached for body wash and after lathering it in her hands a little bit, started to work them over her girlfriend's body while facing her, starting with her arms and working her way down. Brittany giggled when Santana hit ticklish spots, and Santana chuckled in response, laying soft kisses on the jutting bone of her collar. This was the part Santana missed, just being able to take the time to be with one another.

"About earlier... When you said there was no time anymore..." Santana said softly, placing a lingering kiss on the blonde's lips before carrying on, hands sliding smoothly over Brittany's firm stomach. "We'll fix that, okay?"

"Promise?" Brittany asked, following Santana's lead and soaping up her girlfriend, unable to resist a small squeeze to her ass as her hands skated over it on their way down Santana's back. Santana laughed, nodding.

"I promise. Let's start sometime soon... I kind of owe you big for what you just did with this shower head."

In fact her entire sex ached from over stimulation, which, while in the heat of the moment had felt more than wonderful, but now it was just a dull pain between her legs, and she was unable to bring them together all the way. Brittany sensed her discomfort, slipping a hand to cup her girlfriend's sex, very gently massaging her outer lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was going to hurt afterwards..."

"It's a nice hurt, Britt," Santana assured, taking Brittany's chin in her hand and tilting the blonde's face upwards so she could kiss her. "Next time though let's remember to use a buffer or something."

"Do you think they'd allow that at a Chinese restaurant?" Brittany questioned, her hands now running over mocha colored flesh to rid it of it's lather, moving out of the way of the shower's spray so that it hit Santana's skin, rivulets of soap streaming down Santana's legs. Santana ignored the question, simply sighing.

Once they were sufficiently rinsed off, Santana hopped out first, fetching them towels and each girl hurriedly dried the other, giggling and goosing each other randomly, sneaking in quick, childish kisses as they did so.

"Sooooo..." Brittany said softly, a tinkle in her voice that let Santana know she was up to something. "Your parents aren't going to be home tonight... You wanna hang around the house naked?"

"You bet your sweet ass I do," Santana agreed automatically, her enthusiasm delighting Brittany. She clapped her hands gleefully and grinned.

"Yay! Naked times with Santana!" she said in a sing-song voice, causing Santana to laugh. She wrapped her arms around Brittany from behind, squeezing the blonde playfully.

"I do owe you... You want to make good on that?"

Brittany mulled this over for a split second.

"Fo sho."