This chapter is rated M, there is smut.
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December 3, 2011
4:00 am.
"Brittany?" Santana stirs awake at the shuffling next to her.
"Sorry, go back to bed sleepy. I'm going to get some water."
Santana nods and closes her eyes again. God does she love the holidays, even though she already resigned herself to getting less than eight hours of shut eye when she had the wonderful idea to spend Christmas pleasing her girlfriend, Santana's determined to snap up every minute of bliss she's given.
The stillness settles and she feels herself falling back into her light sleep. But an empty bed with no one to cuddle just isn't doing it for her. She rolls over to rest on the side of the bed occupied by Brittany's warm body minutes ago, waiting for her to come back. After about twenty minutes Santana realizes that her girlfriend is not coming back and she jolts awake wondering where Brittany could have gone.
To her relief Brittany is standing at the window, watching the pretty snowflakes fall and pile on her window sill.
Brittany loves to look out of her foggy, half blocked window with fascination like she is in a cave of sorts peering into the distant white emptiness. It's easy to imagine in the very early morning when no cars drive by to disturb the image. She's holding a cup of now luke-warm cocoa, the instant type she can make by herself when no one is around. Today she didn't finish very much of it because she let her mind wander too long and now it's not hot, heart-warming cocoa anymore.
She's still lost in a dream of her and Santana driving down the snow covered streets in an old fashioned buggy, when she feels warm arms envelope her, warm hands grasp her stomach and a warm body pressed against her back. She knows that body well, it fits perfectly with hers, filling out places of her body that seemed like they were carved that way for the other girl to fill.
"San…" no answer, "Sleepy head." She sing-song's
"Why aren't you coming back to bed? I missed you, needz to get my cuddlez on." A cracked voice finally responds.
"I'm awake now San, can't go back to sleep. But I want you to."
"No, I'm awake now…" yawn, "we don't have to get ready for another hour, what do you want to do?"
Brittany doesn't respond but Santana knows she's got something on her mind.
"Me thinks someone wants to finish something I was too tired to do last night." She guesses knowingly, looking at Brittany's face for confirmation. The red cheeks and the silence tell her she's right.
Santana seizes the cup of cocoa from Brittany's hand and saunters to the bathroom. "I'll be here enjoying this nice warm chocolate, if you want to join me," She wags her ass more than necessary, knowing Brittany is staring at it clad only in underwear.
It's not a few seconds after lying down in Brittany's bathtub that the girl herself walks in shyly, not wanting to seem too eager.
"Sorry, the tubs full but if you want I can offer my warm lap?"
Brittany grins at Santana's sultry proposal. "Only if you're naked," She plays along. "Warm legs are not enough."
"That can be arranged, hold this." Santana hands the cocoa back to Brittany and steps out of her underwear letting show her smoothly shaved center before she pulls the loose T-shirt over her head. Brittany watches the muscles in Santana's back ripple and God, they should be illegal.
"You're going to spill the drink if you don't get yourself together."
Brittany's broken out of a very erotic fantasy by the equally sexy sound of Santana's voice.
"Well lie back down." Brittany has a plan that she can't wait to fulfill. "You don't get to tease me like this, woman. And you are going to pay."
It's almost like Brittany is playing a Master character, its turning Santana on and she can feel it. "I didn't do anything wrong," She assumes a Subservient role herself, "I've only been trying to get your attention, when you've been giving me the cold shoulder."
"Well, darling," Brittany moves right up to Santana's ear and whispers, "you won't be so cold once I give you what you deserve."
At that Brittany slowly pours some cocoa down Santana's shoulder, the warm liquid contrasts with the cool air and it arouses Santana even more.
"Unngh," she lets out a sweet moan at the sensation of warm cocoa dripping a trail down her breast crack while Brittany climbs over the side of the tub and kneels in between her thighs.
What comes next almost sends Santana over the edge. Brittany's tongue connects with her skin and licks circles of Cocoa off her body. Brittany makes sure to take her time, getting it all off before pouring another trail down Santana's neck. It trickles in crooked lines down Santana's body; a small stream chooses to run off her breast. Brittany wastes no time in licking the Chocolate off Santana again, diving in and attaching her mouth to Santana's bosom, sucking her nipple till it aches. Santana's moaning uncontrollably now, this is just too hot for words.
Santana decides she's had enough foreplay and practically rips Brittany's tank-top off, revealing pert breasts and hardened nipples. She steals the cocoa out of Brittany's hand and pours all the rest onto Brittany's milky white skin and returns the favor. The stickiness of the chocolate and the smooth wetness of Santana's tongue make it hard for Brittany to resist. She's is lying flat along the floor of the tub while Santana hovers over her licking and caressing her erogenous parts deciding how she should fuck her Master senseless. Without much thought she lowers herself onto Brittany so that her dripping core touches the other girl's and slides smoothly against it, letting their clits rub at a fast pace. It's been a long time since they've done it this way.
As so happens when some erotic fantasy begins, something always has to come and ruin the moment. In this situation it's a knock on the bedroom door. When Brittany's mother enters, both girls know they could be caught in a very compromising position. They recall that the bathroom door is not even fully closed.
Brittany thinks on her feet and pushes Santana up so she can turn on the water. It's freezing cold. Santana quickly draws the curtains just as Mrs. Pierce walks into the bathroom.
"Britt honey, is that you?"
"Uh, yes mom… is something wrong?"
"No, I was just looking for Santana, did she go home already?"
"Yes, uh… yeah she wanted to go get some stuff."
"Oh ok, well her dad called me and wanted to relay a message for her, guess I'll just call."
The water is starting to freeze their bones; usually the heater doesn't kick in till six in the morning. They hear the sound of Santana's ringtone.
"Honey, Santana left her phone here." Abigail addresses the girl behind the curtain as she goes to pick up the blackberry off the nightstand. She walks back into the bathroom. "I'm going to try and call her house phone."
The girls are practically shivering now. Brittany wishes her mom would just leave so they could sneak out.
"I can go mom, just tell me and I'll go tell San at her house."
"Oh no honey I can't, Dr. Lopez says it's for Santana's ears only."
Dr. Lopez's freezing daughter rolls her eyes; her dad would never say anything so cheesy. But of course Mrs. Pierce is trying to keep the surprise a secret so while she's making it sound exciting and stuff this just really is a bad time.
"I wonder why she's not picking up. Maybe she's not home yet, when did she leave honey?"
"About ten minutes ago." Brittany tries to not let her shivering become obvious.
"Alright then I'll just try in a little bit, but honey, aren't you cold in there? Why are you even showering at this time of morning?"
"I… uh…" She's having trouble thinking of an excuse. Santana mouths for her to say something so she says, "uh, San told me to?" Her girlfriend makes a "what" face at the lame explanation.
"Well, I'll get you a towel," Mrs. Pierce doesn't seem at all disturbed by the excuse.
Brittany can't let her mom open the curtains or else she'll see Santana.
"No, it's ok mom. I can get it myself; I'd just really like some hot cocoa since I'm freezing right now. Can you make me some?"
"Ok, honey." Mrs. Pierce says as she finally leaves, the girls listen for the click of the bedroom door.
"Oh my god, that was freezing. I am literally numb." Brittany maneuvers out of the tub as best she can and grabs a towel for Santana and herself.
"Talk about a cold shower," Santana murmurs. Not feeling any part of her body but still managing to feel the dull throbbing at her core.
The girls dress in thick hoodies immediately and help dry each other's hair before planning how to get Santana out of the house without Abigail seeing.
As asked, Abigail has a cup of hot cocoa ready for Brittany when she comes downstairs. The hoodie bundled girl talks to her mom distractingly so her girlfriend can easily slip by. She sips the drink but mostly uses the cup as a hand warmer. Her mom asks how she's enjoying the holidays so far and if she misses her parents at all; the teasing makes Brittany go red in the face.
In the middle of their conversation about nothing, Santana marches in shouldering her snow lint coat; It is an applaud worthy effort. Brittany's admiration of the girl's performing skills starts her on another day dream in which her girlfriend is a Hollywood super star.
Abigail and Santana walk back in from behind a wall discussing something in hushed voices. The daydreaming girl didn't even notice they were gone until they are back and her girlfriend is sliding onto the seat across the table. Brittany studies Santana's eyes, noting the hint of something secret in the deep brown color. Santana too is enjoying the silence of the morning. Abigail has gone upstairs to do house work so it's just the two of them and a cup of cocoa in between; both girls taking turns to slide the cup across the table till its empty.
"What's the matter Britt?" It's come to this, suffocating silence. It's the type of quiet that sneaks up on you.
"Nothing San," That just confirms what Santana already knows, or thinks she does.
"Aren't you the least excited about the surprise?" and in a barely there whisper, "Are you mad at me?" She thinks back to last night and the early morning, could it be that?
"San, you know I don't need surprises to make me happy. Why do you think something's wrong if I'm not doing back flips or holding my breath to hear about the 'new thing' we're going to do?"
Santana has no idea where this is going.
"I'm just saying that I am excited, and I always want to know the little secrets and things you do for me behind my back. But I'm happy too - waiting till you tell me. I'm super happy to sit here and listen to your breath, to look in your eyes, to smile when you smile, to hold your hand, to share a cup of cocoa. I just want you to know that the time we spend together is what matters to me most, not what we do with that time. And thank you for trying so hard, you're the best girlfriend."
Santana understands, her eyes show it – they brim and gloss over.
"I think someone deserves a reward for that speech," Santana pulls a broacher and tickets from her back pocket. "No more surprises."
The squealing starts, after fifteen minutes it's still going on. Brittany's mother looks down from her vantage point and smiles, happy for the two girls.
"Is this really happening San? Are we actually going?" There are so many questions all with the same answer "yes. But only if we pack your stuff and leave now."
Brittany tries her best to focus and pack but she really can't do both, when she manages to for a second it's to decide between two equally cute, equally fluffy, equally warm hats. In the end it's Santana who packs all the useful things and makes sure the bag is stored in the trunk.
They make it to the airport on time, and are the last ones seated.
Brittany can't stop talking; she hasn't ever since leaving the house. The iphone comes out more than once, it looks like she's really mastered it – and people say she's dumb. There are probably more pictures of Santana on the iphone than there are in Santana's house.
The animated talk soon draws out into a comical snoring. Santana kisses the pale nose nuzzling in her cheek as she pulls the provided blanket over both their bodies.
Sometime later Brittany wakes up from her nap and goes to the bathroom. Having to step over Santana from the window seat stirs the sleeping girl but she doesn't wake up. Five minutes pass and Brittany hasn't return, the lack of warmth eventually rouses Santana and now she's worried Brittany has gotten lost; she tries to suppress images from that movie with Jodie Foster searching for her kid on the plane.
Feeling somewhat apprehensive, Santana heads down the walkway towards the bathroom; it's the most logical guess. When she knocks on the 'occupied' bathroom door she hears a muffled voice that sounds like Brittany. Santana's head churns as she knocks again, using their secret knock originated at cheer camp when they had to sneak into each other's rooms.
Santana is not surprised to see Brittany peek through the small crack of the door before it flings open and shut in a matter of seconds, and Santana is swallowed in.
"What were you doing San?"
"What are you doing Brittany?"
Neither girl answers, they both know what they'll be doing. They get to it immediately foregoing foreplay. After the bad bathroom incident this morning, both girls are determined to make this one great.
As if on cue, Brittany and Santana launch at each other with impending desire. They usually don't last two days without sex, but today's tease has been too torturous and too long. Both girls go after what they desire, each other, with rabid passion.
Santana moans loudly into the small cubical, not caring if anyone hears her. What Brittany is doing with her tongue turns off all Santana's control and turns on everything else.
"Oh god." Inhale, "fuck Britt, keep going, keep going, unghhh." Santana tries not to look; the sight of Brittany on her knees might make her come prematurely. Not wanting it to be over too soon, Santana pulls Brittany back up before she can finish and kisses her hard putting more pressure into the kiss so that she's pushing Brittany into the opposite wall with a loud bang.
She can't get enough of Brittany's tongue, can't get enough of her lips, and can't get enough of Brittany's thigh against her core. She wants to make her girlfriend feel all the things she's feeling; pounding heart, building orgasm, and exhilarating thrill of joining the mile high club.
Santana makes Brittany understand that she's in charge now as she pins her hands above her head and holding it there with a one hand death grip. Brittany doesn't fight it; she's already winning the tongue duel, evident by Santana's sloppy kissing. But the girl still has a trick of her own, as her hand slips under Brittany's underwear and she enters the girl with two fingers. Santana shoves in and out roughly and relentlessly, if Brittany asked for mercy now she wouldn't get it.
With her last ounce of strength Brittany pushes Santana down to the floor where she pulls Santana's fingers out of her and spins herself around so she can access the juice in between tanned legs. She dives in licking fast and hard at the pink nub jutting out impressively. Santana pulls Brittany's jeans off and opens the newly exposed girl's legs wider not willing to lose the battle. The girls are eating each other out, and falling over the edge faster than the plane is cutting through the air.
"Brittannnnyyyyy!"
"uh ,uh, uh, ummm, oh godddddd, SSSSSSaaannn."
Their moans sound like a beautiful harmony as the both come, one following the other.
"God stop, Britt, enough….. uhhhhhhh, mmmm, … Britt please stop….unngh. Please… stop… Stop! STOP!"
Even though Santana is screaming for her life, the girl on top is too intoxicated by her smell and taste that she keeps licking and sucking until Santana comes for a second time – and a third. It's finally when Santana smacks Brittany's butt a stinging red that she stops.
Santana is crying, and Brittany realizes what she's done. She can't phantom how selfish she was by putting her needs before her girlfriends.
There's knocking on the bathroom door but the girls are too spent to care. Santana literally can't move without feeling pain.
When the girls finally walk out of the bathroom they're met by an angry line of people swearing in their faces and preaching to them. Santana tries to storm away, but can't walk properly because of the treatment she's just had. Brittany follows her, tears in her own eyes.
"I'm sorry San," She apologizes for the twentieth time. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Don't talk to me now Brittany," Santana seethes through clenched teeth, she'd been done too darn good and too fuckin' hard.
They settle into their seats once again, Santana with more difficulty; she refuses the hand Brittany offers.
Both girls look straight ahead at the back of the seats in front of them. Brittany hasn't stopped crying as she leans towards the window and looks outside seeing nothing but the darkening sky. She hates herself so much, her girlfriend does all this for her, and she takes advantage of her in the worse way possible. Brittany doesn't know what had overcome her and doesn't know what she was thinking. She doesn't know what to do if Santana starts to doubt her love and Brittany starts believing that the person putting all the effort into their relationship from the beginning is Santana, its all Santana. Brittany crumples under her own condemnation and self-hate. She's never felt this way before but now that she feels the blame and regret in full force, Brittany doesn't know if she'll ever be able to forgive herself.
It's too suffocating to sit there beside Santana and know what she's done so Brittany gets up and leaves. Santana doesn't stop her. Only when the 'fasten your seat belt sign' flash alerting the passengers that the plane is landing, does Santana start to really worry about where her girlfriend went. She was mad at Brittany for not respecting her, but she ultimately still cared about her. And now that Brittany was nowhere to be seen she starts to panic at her disappearance. She's been gone for hours, and could be anywhere on the plane.
Santana hopes Brittany knows that no matter what she needs to come back and strap herself into her chair before the plane starts its descent on the runway. Still, she doesn't risk it. Feeling considerably better in her sore spot, Santana runs as best she can down the aisles looking for the face she's forgiven a long time ago. The seat belt sign fastens again and a flight attendant kindly insists she head back to her seat; Santana rolls her eyes and moves past her. She has to find Brittany now.
Santana has all but forgotten the pain at her core that compares nothing to the pain in her heart, she starts to fear all over again that something terrible has happened to Brittany because of her own little stubborn tantrum.
Just as she's about to give up and alert the staff that someone is missing, she finds Brittany curled up in a ball in the serving compartment.
"Brittany," she shakes the sleeping girl but receives no answer.
"Come on Britt!" Santana manages to make Brittany open her eyes but the moment she does, Brittany shoves Santana away from her.
"Stop it, now." It's a demand, Santana doesn't care right now that Brittany is acting childish; they need to get back to their seats.
She manages to drag Brittany down the hall and buckle them in time for the landing. They still haven't said a word. Santana knows Brittany is scared of lifting's and landings so she grabs Brittany's hand as the plane touches down. Once the plane stills, Brittany opens her eyes she distinctly feels her hand being squeezed by Santana, she tries to pull away but Santana keeps her tight grip.
"No, Brittany. We need to talk."
"Why would you want to talk about it? I know, you hate me, I hate me… there's nothing to talk about."
"I don't hate you Brittany," Santana says in a low voice to avoid being heard by the passengers grabbing their things and hurrying to get out of the plane.
"How could you not, Santana I …. I practically raped you."
"Don't be so hard on yourself baby," Santana wipes away some tears that have started to fall down Brittany's face again.
"And it was nothing like ….that. People get carried away; we were in the heat of the moment. It happens."
"But it shouldn't have happened Santana, I don't even know why I did it," Brittany says in between sniffles and more tears, "I love you San, I can't believe I hurt you like that."
"I love you too Brittany, I love you so much." Santana reassures her, "You need to forgive yourself, because I forgave you a long time ago, ok?"
"I can't San, I ruined everything." Santana sees that Brittany's self-loathing runs deep, "I feel like the only person doing anything right in this relationship is you. You do all these amazing things for me, you come looking for me when I'm lost, you defend me from people's words, you came out to your parents to be with me, that was huge for you; San I haven't done anything for you. I don't deserve you."
Santana is crying because she never knew Brittany could feel so bad about herself, it breaks her heart.
"Brittany, look at me please," her tone is firm but loving, when the other girl follows through Santana makes sure to speak straight to her soul.
"Don't ever say you don't deserve me. Don't you ever think you're no good, because Brittany you are the only good thing I have, don't take that away from me by hating yourself. Yes, I fuckin' came out to my parents because it was worth it; you are worth it Brittany. I'd do it all over again a million times for you."
"And listen Brittany," Santana makes sure she has the full attention of those blue eyes, "you make me happy everyday… you don't even have to try, you're not like me – you don't have to try and prove yourself or your love. You love me in the way you do best, you're always there for me, you care about me and take care of me, you get me out of situations I stupidly get myself into, your kindness makes me a better person. Brittany I can go on and on about how you turn my world upside down. But the most important thing is this. I love you. Ok Brittany? Did you hear me? I love you. Nothing is going to change that."
Brittany can't help but let the tears flow when she hears how much her girlfriend loves her.
"I'm sorry," Brittany says a final time, not knowing how else to respond to the declaration of love.
"I forgive you, let's start again ok? We are going to have the best two days ever and nothing's going to screw that."
"Ok," Brittany smiles, knowing it's what her girlfriend is waiting to see. Santana smiles back and places a soothing kiss to Brittany's lips.
AN - sorry that this might seem like a filler chapter. But yeah I'm trying to be realistic with the timeline and at least they talked about feelings, cus you know with feelings its better. Anyways Next chapter Brittana get their holiday on WEEEEEEEEEEEE
One more thing, would you guys forgive me if future chapters were slightly shorter?