AN: Here's another one! I'm planning on short updates every few days until I run out of ideas for this story and send the girls back home. We'll see how that goes! Also, not sure if public sex is a warning thing, but it is definitely a thing that happens in this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews/favorites/follows!
"I totally could have taken that guy!" Santana cried as soon as Brittany had pulled her through the throng of bodies and out of the club.
"Of course you could have, honey," Brittany agreed.
Brittany lightly tugged her around the side of the building and away from the people milling around the entrance of the club. Their spot was dimly lit from the streetlights around the corner. The pulse of the bass drifting out of the club drowned out the sound of the waves that Santana knew were rolling up onto the beach only yards away.
"And that fucking bastard would have deserved it!" she continued.
"Take a breath," Brittany said calmly.
Reluctantly, she obeyed. Though advertised as an open-air club, the sweating mass of bodies and the stench of alcohol surrounding them had prevented her from even realizing they were technically outside. Away from that, the clean sea air filled her lungs and provided some clarity to her thoughts.
Regardless, the fact remained, "He groped you. That asshat bastard fucking groped you."
"He barely touched me, Santana. Like I said before, I'm pretty sure he was just trying to get through to the bar," Brittany argued.
"He full on grabbed your ass!" She pulled her hand out of Brittany's loose grip and angry paced a few strides back and forth.
Brittany tilted her head to the side, regarding her curiously. "Do you do this instead of cry now?"
Santana connected the dots without hesitation. "I'm not drunk, Britt." That was, of course, the moment she stumbled, only regaining her balance when Brittany grabbed her arm. She shook free, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "I'm not," she insisted.
Sure, she could feel the effects of the drinks she and Brittany had mixed in their room before leaving. And maybe those shots at the bar hadn't been entirely necessary to keep her buzz going. But it didn't matter. She knew what she saw in there and no one touches her girl without consequences.
"I'm going back in there to kill him."
Before she got two steps away, Brittany grabbed her around the waist.
"Let me go!" She twisted her body, dropping low and trying to duck out from underneath Brittany's arms.
But Brittany was stronger and had anticipated the move, readjusting her grip and turning to press Santana against the building, the wall further preventing any change of escape. Santana glared at her, but Brittany remained impassive to her anger.
"Brittany! He is not going to get away with this!" She squirmed, trying to push her way free, but the efforts hardly caused Brittany to budge.
"I don't think I would be a very good girlfriend if I let you go start a bar fight with a two hundred pound man," Brittany explained.
"That dickhead started it, not me."
"Really?" The dim light was enough to capture the amusement dancing in Brittany's eyes. "Because you were the one screaming at him in Spanish."
"Because he touched your ass. Your ass." Rage pounded through her blood at the mere thought.
"You scared him, if it makes you feel better," Brittany pointed out.
Santana softened a little. "You think?"
"Oh totally," Brittany assured her. "He wouldn't last a day in Lima Heights. He'd probably rather, what was it that you suggested, eat his own balls?"
"Yeah, not my best insult." Santana sagged against the wall a little. "Good work with the Spanish, though."
Brittany beamed. "Thanks!"
Trying one last time, she asked again, "I really can't go kill him?"
Brittany shook her head, stepping closer. But instead of restraining her against the building, her lips dropped down to Santana's ear. "You are so hot when you defend my honor like that."
She knew what Brittany doing. She was perfectly aware that Brittany was trying to distract her. And she wanted to resist, she really did. But Brittany's lips were touching her neck and she had just spent over an hour dancing pressed up against that body. It had been hours since they had last had sex. That was far, far too long. The trip had made her an addict in a 'Hello, my name is Santana Lopez and it's been four hours since my last orgasm' kind of way.
So she melted, her head falling to one side in the hope that Brittany would get the hint. As always, Brittany got it, her kisses leaving wet spots for the night air to cool.
Shuddering hard, Santana murmured, "Let's get a cab back."
"Don't wanna," Brittany breathed.
Santana tried not to let disappointment show. "Oh, do you want to dance more?" She could handle that. She could totally handle that. Grinding up on Brittany for a couple more hours without a release would be fine. Not a problem at all.
It didn't even sound convincing in her head.
"No." Brittany didn't elaborate.
Santana groaned, her frustration building as lips continued to attack her neck. "Britt, then what - " She cut off when a hand edged its way under the hem of her short dress. "Oh my god, we can't do that here."
No response came; Brittany merely splayed one hand across Santana's stomach to keep her steady against the wall, the other continuing to trek up her inner thigh. Teeth bit down in the spot where her collarbone met her shoulder.
Desperately assessing their surroundings, Santana tried to decide if they could get away with this. They were outside against a building and it was not that dark. But her head was cloudy was alcohol and desire and it was starting to seem like a good idea. There were only like ten other people in the vicinity. The group further down towards the beach seemed sufficiently distracted by the joint they were indiscreetly passing around. Over to the left she could hear a couple screaming at each other and on the other side, luckily a good distance away and downwind, a girl appeared to be puking all over her companions shoes. No one seemed the least bit interested in the two girls tucked up against the wall.
Brittany's hand made it all the way between her legs, pushing up on her clit.
Santana moaned. "Fuck, okay, we are doing this here."
"Mhmm," Brittany agreed, teasing up and down the damp fabric of her panties.
Another groaned escaped, and Santana pried Brittany's face out of her neck to kiss her desperately. She forced her tongue past Brittany's lips where it was readily accepted into her mouth. She kept her hands tight against Brittany's cheeks as a reminder that she could not let them roam as she'd like in this setting.
Her legs trembled when Brittany moved fabric aside. Brittany stepped impossibly closer, her body shielding the movements of her hand.
"Britt," she moaned as a blunt nail teased back and forth on her clit. She sucked hard on Brittany's bottom lip as her hands moved down to the back of Brittany's head, curling into her hair. It took all the concentration she had left to not tug too hard.
When two fingers easily slipped inside, Santana's mouth went slack, the kiss breaking off as she gasped too loudly.
"Shh, baby. I know," Brittany whispered, kissing at the angle of her jaw.
Those long fingers didn't pull back out as Santana expected. Instead Brittany rubbed them against her front wall, alternating the pressure but keeping her constantly filled. Santana's hands flew to Brittany's hips, digging in hard in an effort not to buck her own and make their actions even more completely obvious to anyone who might be watching them.
"More," she choked out hoarsely.
Wordlessly, Brittany obeyed, her thumb hooking around the material of Santana's thong and pulling it further to the side, her palm sliding up and pressing directly against Santana's clit.
Santana gasped again. It was taking everything she had to stay quiet and relatively still. Her body was screaming at her to grind down hard against Brittany's hand, to rut her hips forward and find more friction. It killed her not to let her hands have free reign of Brittany's body and she grabbed tighter to the silky material of her dress.
Brittany knew what she needed before Santana could find words and her hand pressed hard upwards, providing more pressure. The pulse of pleasure was so unexpected that her legs buckled a little, bringing her down hard onto Brittany's hand once again. They found a rhythm, Brittany pushing up and Santana shifting imperceptibly downwards, fingers rubbing inside of her all the while.
Desperately, Santana fused their lips together, her tongue quickly finding its way into Brittany's mouth and licking at the roof of her mouth. Brittany tasted faintly of vodka and sour in the way that she always had after a particularly hard Cheerios practice when they would get their mack on in the far corner of the parking lot in the backseat of Santana's car. Her tongue moved in deeper, wanting more.
Alcohol was supposed to dull the senses, but Santana felt perfect clarity as her body responded to Brittany's touch. The hazy buzz that made it easy to disregard their surroundings did nothing to dull the sensations created by Brittany's hand as her whole body careened towards the edge.
When her lungs started screaming for air and her limbs become a mess of tingles, Santana pulled back from Brittany's mouth to rapidly suck in the cool air, her inhalations jerky and uneven. Her eyelids fluttered as Brittany provided more friction against her clit, opening again to find blue eyes staring into her own.
"Br-Britt," she stuttered, unable to break the gaze. "I'm so close."
Watching her face carefully, Brittany pulled out for the first time, gliding in hard and curling her fingers forward as her palm slammed into Santana's clit. That was all it took.
Her eyes snapped shut and her mouth fell opened as she came silently, spots dancing on her eyelids as her body remained tense for a delirious string of moments. Her muscles all relaxed at once and she was a trembling mess against Brittany, who kept her standing as her body shook a couple more times.
She didn't open her eyes again until Brittany had slipped her fingers out and readjusted Santana's hopelessly damp panties. She was once again met with that bright-eyed stare.
"Hi," Brittany murmured, her lips curling into an affectionate smile.
Santana couldn't find the necessary facial coordination to smile back. Her voice wavered as she said, "Fuck. That was –. Fuck. Fuck." She was at a loss for any other words.
Brittany's smile turned smug. "I love it when you forget how to talk." She placed a quick succession of pecks on Santana's lips.
Sighing, Santana relaxed into her warm body, releasing the death grip she still had on Brittany's dress and curling into a hug, resting her cheek on the bare skin of Brittany's shoulder.
When she started to feel coherent again, she asked, "Do you want me to…"
Brittany cut her off. "Yes. Absolutely." She paused. "But in our bed. Naked."
"Oh I see how it is," Santana shot back.
But she couldn't put too much effort into the complaint. Not when her thighs were still shaky and the feeling had yet to fully return to her toes.
Brittany tilted her head and kissed Santana's forehead. "Ready to go, baby?"
Santana nodded, but felt the loss acutely when Brittany's body peeled away from her. She laced their fingers together to compensate, leaning into Brittany's shoulder and deliberating avoiding eye contact with everyone in the vicinity as the reality of their actions started to set in. Brittany, however, sent a smirk in the direction of a couple of the pot smokers who were blatantly staring.
"Brittany!" Santana scolded, ducking her head further and yanking Brittany towards the street, praying that they hadn't been watching the whole little show. And that they were all too baked to bother telling anyone.
Brittany giggled hysterically in response. Rolling her eyes, Santana led her towards the line of cabs, set on getting them into one before they got arrested. She picked the first one available, giving the driver the name of their hotel and following Brittany into the backseat.
As they pulled away, Brittany was failing miserably as hiding her continued giggles. It was too cute and Santana had to smile back.
Brittany leaned over and poked her dimple. "That's better."
She relaxed against the seat, feeling better about the situation now that they were putting distance between them and the scene of the crime. Brittany hand brushed across her cheek and started playing with her hair.
"So tonight was fun, huh?" Brittany asked, that smirk right back in place.
Santana chuckled and whispered back, "I'm just happy we didn't get arrested." She kept her tone low so that the driver wouldn't be able to hear her.
"Santana, no one could even see anything, I promise," Brittany assured her. "Besides, don't you think it would have been worth it?"
Santana laughed again; mesmerized by the way the streetlights were reflected in Brittany's eyes, as she admitted, "Yeah. It would have totally been worth it."
