Seconds were rythmically ticking on the old big clock her grandma had left her a couple of months before she had dead, that since that moment had always been holding on the empty wall over the headboard of her double bed...sometimes the far noise of some cars on the street...a horn...two horns...a crash? No...no...no crashes...no crashes...only silence...a deep wrapping total relaxing silence...but Santana couldn't sleep, yet.
Longing her light hand upon her mobile phone that was laying in charge on her bedside table she checked what time it was: half past 2 a.m. Fuck... Santana totally hated to not be able to fall asleep, it was a thing that really irritated her nerves, but her mind was so much full that night...so much full. She absolutely had to empty it, she had to take all those confusing and stirring and exciting thoughts that prevented her the chance to sleep and put them...don't know...somewhere...somewhere safe...somewhere anyone else except for herself could find them...somewhere like the first drawer of her bedside table for example and...yes...yes...the drawer...the drawer where some weeks ago she had put that bottle of Vodka...maybe a little drop...maybe it would help her to relax.
Without neither turning the light on she opened the drawer and closed her fingers around the cold glass neck of the bottle, she perfectly remembered the day she had bought it: it had been the first Saturday her little Joey had slept with the father, she and her husband had argued, surely as always for a foolish reason, and then she had found herself lonely and sad and...and...and she had bought it, she had drunk an half of it and then she had put it inside that drawer...yes, she had put it inside that 'cause one day when her little baby was three she had found a bottle of Gin and thinking it had been water had drunk it...Santana could still perfectly recall the run to the hospital and all the fear and the concerns and...the drawer of her bedside table was surely the safest place. She slowly brought the bottle to her lips and started to sip the drink feeling it pleasantly burning her throat.
A few minutes after she began to feel hotter and so she discovered her already a bit sweaty body pulling the sheets away, but that wasn't enough, so she sat down on the soft mattress and she took off her silk night gown...eventually she hadn't got a fucking dick of a husband more, so she couldn't understand the reason why she continued to dress that hot stuff since she hadn't to be sexy for anyone. Finally she felt better and so she laid again on the bed dressing only her lace black underwear and deeply breathing, then she tried to close her brown open wide eyes and sleep...finally sleep...
The woman was lying on her side with her knees bended under her belly, right like she unconscioulsy wanted to protect herself and move away from the rest of the world, when she perceived someone else body sitting down near her back on the edge of the mattress, making the bed cracking, but she was so tired, so deeply tired and relaxed that she couldn't neither open her eyes. Then she felt a pleasant tiny blast along the skin of her shoulders, a light fresh hand moving kindly her long brown hairs from her cheek and at the end a gentle tender soft kiss on her temple.
That discreet kiss was so incredibly sweet that almost without neither be aware about it she finally slowly opened her eyelids and turned a bit her head in the direction from where that wonderful kiss had come, she turned a bit her head just to be able to see her Brit looking at her with a smile and the most tender completely full of sincere love expression the woman had ever seen.
"Hi, honey." the blonde said with a sweety whisper like she didn't want to disturb her well-earned rest, caressing Santana's head and gently putting her hair behind her ear.
"Hi." Santana answered smiling a bit confuse, "But how the hell were you be able to come insid..."
"Sssshhh..." Brit whispered again pressing her index on the full lips of Santana, "It doesn't care. It totally doesn't care." she ended, then she took off her leather brown jacket: she was wearing a strapless tight short cream coloured dress that was modeled on her perfect body and that let bared the major part of her thighs and that then went up even more, when she get on the bed kneeling straddle Santana's body...Santana's body...oh, God...Santana's body was in fire...completely in fire...the woman couldn't move while the only thing that was jumping inside her mind, that was getting crazy, was "C'mon hands, c'mon fucking stupid hands, tear Brit's dress off!"
Brit started coming closer and closer to her face, Santana's heart was bursting inside her chest and Brit's mouth was closer and closer and closer...closer until finally their lips met, they only brushed before, but then the two women opened in sync a bit their mouths and then closed their lips one on the other...Santana perfectly remembered how much they were warm, how much they were soft, how much they tasted of strawberry like her lipstick...but she wanted to taste more...she wanted to taste her truest flavor...so she opened her mouth a bit again and with the top of her tongue she politely knocked on Brit's lips asking for permission. Just in a while, just the second their tongues touched each other and began to slowly move in sync tons and tons of memory started to turning her head, but...don't know...that crazy dizziness...don't know...the result was so madly wonderful...Santana could feel all the room turning around her, all the walls and the ornaments and that old clock that was hanging on their head, all, all...all except for Brittany.
While their tongues were still funny playing the woman began to feel more brave and daring...more Santana...Brit had always been the only person able to make her lose her courage...but not this time. She had to take advantage. She definitely had to. So she returned to self, her hands finally began to move again, so she lead them to the back of Brit's tights, she tightened them almost lightly screeching her velvety skin with her nails and slowly caressing it began to get up and slide under her dress until she reached the bottom of her ass...oh, God...how much fucking years were passed since the last time she had touched her wonderful perfect hard tonic ass...how much...
Brit then started to sweetly kiss her neck, with the lips before, with the top of her tongue then almost drawing little pictures on it and while Santana felt hot chills running through her whole body she tried to stop the frenzy of her hands leading them slowly but decisively to the zip of Brit's dress, that in a moment was thrown on the ground. She hadn't neither the time to stop admiring her hot body wearing only her lance hazel coloured underwear that Brit slid her gentle but strong hands under her back and opened with an only perfect movement of her fingers Santana's black bra throwing then it away with all the grace she could give to that act and at the end she started again to kiss the skin of her neck moving downer and downer to her breasts. Santana spontaneously arched her back almost to get closer to the other's lips that finally began to move along and around her chest until her mouth reached a nipple, her soft lips surrounded it and then she started to brush it with the top of her tongue...
It was in that exact overwhelming moment that her damn fucking alarm rang breaking in pieces that wonderful dream. Santana woke up gasping, completely sweaty and breathless but this time the cause wasn't definitely the fear.
"Fuck!" the woman silently swore to avoid to make her little baby waking up. "Fuck! Damn fucking dick of an alarm! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
