Ok you guys won me over :) Here's another chapter, not really that plot based and has got a tad of smut, of course.
Omg Anon- I hate the Puck addition too, I wont be using that, Santana is strictly all for Brittany, however, Brittany may still be curious about other women ;) love me a bit of jealous Santana.
To everyone else, thanks for the reviews and I'll be sure to add as many chapters physically possible until my mind gets sexually exhausted. Which takes a lot. So yeah, I'm just going to write as best I can and hope you guys like it.
Santana woke up the next day to the sound of her alarm clock bursting her tender morning eardrums. If there was anything she hated, it was fucking morning alarms. She groaned in annoyance and rolled over, hitting it lazily until she found the snooze button. Five minutes more was always worth it.
"Fuck you, Mondays." She mumbled under her breath, rolling exageratedly out of her warm bed into the cold air once her precious five minutes were up.
She shuddered and pulled a jumper from her floor over her head and made her way downstairs for breakfast. As always, she crunched down a bowl of cereal and took a long shower. Yeah, she was that annoying person who takes twenty minute showers and leaves no hot water for anyone else. You snooze you lose.
Once her shower was over, Santana made her way back to her room and changed into her cheerios uniform and due to the new winter weather, she put on her cheerios jacket, checked her reflection then left for the day. Thankfully due to her dads job as a doctor, Santana was allowed to have her own car. So she drove to school each day, sometimes picking Brittany up on the way. Sadly today was one of those days Brittany texted her with a frowny face telling her that her mom would take her to school.
Santana didn't really mind. She was still confused as hell about the previous day. They did have sex, and after they literally just sat in silence for like, an hour. It was awkward and weird. Then when Brittany had to leave, their hug, which was usualy free of tension, held a tentative stiffness. They hadn't talked since, and Santana hoped it would stay that way. But, being her, she knew all good things had to come to an end. She just hoped Brittany didn't regret it. So.. maybe they did get a little carried away, but it was just sex after all. Or so Santana repeated in her head to make herself feel better.
The unusual fluttering in her stomach greeted her as well as the familiar faces of her fellow cheerios once she entered the building and came at a stop in front of her locker. She twirled in her code and swung the door open, grabbing some books to put in her bags.
"Hey.." A soft voice from behind her made her jump, dropping her book on the ground.
"Shit!" Santana clutched at her chest, turning around to see the apologestic expression on Brittany's face.
"Sorry.. I'll get it." Brittany said, leaning down to pick up Santana's dropped book, handing it over to the girl once she stood at her full height again.
Santana took it, mumbling a small 'thanks' before shoving it into her bag with the rest of her supplies, then flung the bag over her shoulder and shut her locker a bit too loudly. After much procrastination and preparing herself mentally, she turned to Brittany with a fake smile feighning her usual attitude, despite the way her skin started to burn when she recalled memories from the night before.
She recalled the way Brittany had been so domineering and demanding. But here she was, standing in front of her with that damn innocent smile, those sparkling blue eyes, acting as if nothing happened. Santana wondered if maybe she'd dreamt the whole thing, but when her eyes travelled down to Brittany's neck, she swallowed thickly at the evidence proving her theory wrong.
"Umm.. Britts. Did you happen to check you know.." Santana pointed towards her own neck, where the mark was on Brittany. But the girl just stared at her doe eye and blank.
"Oh my God, Santana. What happened, it looks like attacked you!" Brittany exclaimed, eyes darting to her friends neck.
Santana panicked and her eyes popped at the accusation. She flung her locker door back open and craned her neck, noticing a huge bruise right on the left side of her neck in the little mirror that hung in her locker. She gasped and pressed down on it with two of her fingers. Well, that was certainly a hickey.
"No Britt, that was you. It's called a hickey, you know, love bites? Fucking hell. It's going to raise a lot of questions if we both walk around with fucking bruises on our necks. Shit. Come on, I've got some makeup lets get to the bathroom before anyone sees." Santana directed, slamming her locker shut and grabbing Brittany's arm to pull her into the toilets.
"Out." Santana barked at the few girls huddled around checking their makeup. Upon her demanded, they all scurried out in fear until the two cheerios were left alone, staring into the mirror at their matching wounds.
"Mine's bigger." Brittany pointed out noncalantly, brushing her long fingers against her own.
Santana ignored the comment and got out her makeup bag and took a chunch of foundation and rubbed it into the desired section on her neck. But it seemed no matter how much she put on, it either wouldn't cover, or looked blatantly obvious that she was trying to cover something. Brittany watched her frustration in amusement, giving up on her own coverage and putting down the makeup brush to look at her friend through the mirror.
"This isn't working." Brittany said softly.
"I can see that!" Santana hissed, slamming down the foundation on the tiled bench in an exasperated huff.
"Well this is great. How the fuck are we going to explain this?" She asked, looking at Brittany for some kind of miracle solution.
The blonde crinkled her eyebrows in thought. Not wanting to make Santana any angrier than she already was.
"I have a spare top in my locker. You know the ones we wear when it's super cold? Those ugly turtle neck ones coach Sylvester makes us wear? But I only have one." She said with a small pout, eyebrows still crinkled as she thought deeply.
"You can wear it." Brittany finally spoke, shurgging her shoulders. "Everyone already know I've made out with most of the people in this school anyway."
"Wait, no, yours is bigger and it's totally my fault. You wear it, it's yours." Santana chivarously offered, bordering between stubborn and being rational. She knew Brittany was right, but she wasn't about to agree with her that she was basically saying everyone thought she was a slut. That wasn't a fair reason.
"Santana, I could say I was attacked by a bird, or that I fell down the stairs, or burnt myself with a hair staightener and people would believe me." Brittany said, causing Santana to feel pity for her friend. If only people knew just how wrong they were about her. Brittany was the smartest person she knew. Not to mention none of those things were plausible, well, maybe they to people who only saw one side of the blonde.
Santana sighed, knowing that this was a losing battle. So best get it over with before she could feel worse for making her friend look like she'd been attacked by a vampire.
"I'll wait here." Santana said, looking down at her feet as she heard the door swing open signalling that Brittany had left.
She continued to survey her hickey, coming to admire the thing for just a moment before the door swung open again. Brittany was holding a white, long sleeve top and handed it over to Santana with a comforting smile. Santana reluctantly took it, and locked herself in a cubicle to change.
She fucking hated putting those tops on, they always ruined her hair and it sucked trying to squeeze her head through the tiny opening. She was mid-way pulling it over her head, struggling to pull it down when she heard Brittany speak.
"You okay San? You're taking a while." She asked cautiously.
"Fine." Santana assured, muffled through material and hair telling Brittany the exact opposite to 'fine'. She wavered on the spot for a second, before sighing to herself and knocking lightly on the door.
"San, let me in, I hate those things too. I'll help you." She offered, her voice calm and sweet.
Santana stood still, realising what a stupid position she was in, arms sticking up in the air, most of her naval showing. Yeah, this wouldn't end well at all. But for some reason, maybe the will to breathe made her sigh and and awkwardly unlock the door.
Brittany smiled and shook her head. "You should take your hair out first, silly." She chided sweetly, grabbing the bottom of the shirt to attempt pulling it down. But Santana jumped at the feeling of their skin touching, sending electric shocks throughout her body.
Just as they were standing in their comporomising positions, the bathroom door squeaked open. They both stopped instantly, and instinctively Brittany turned around and shut the door, locking the two of them into a tiny, cramped stall, that suddenly seemed a lot smaller than before with their close proximity.
"Shh." Santana mouthed as the suspect locked themselves into a neighbouring stall.
Brittany couldn't supress a giggle, however it was silent and unheard by anyone except Santana, who still stood with the piece of clothing halfway down her body. Brittany snapped from her thoughts and got back to bussiness, she positioned Santana with the latina's back against the wall. When suddenly, as soon as the top came down and their bodies were pressed flush against each other, it was like deja vu, and both of them noticed the flash of realisation in the others eyes.
Hearts beat against each other through their chests, thumping hard enough to feel against skin. Brittany's breath caught in her throat, and her spanks tightened. Santana looked up at the taller girl and exhaled loudly, her breath shaking as she let out the long held breath. Her dark eyes, swimming with a mist of arousal.
"Santana.." Brittany whispered, some kind of weak attempt of warning that was ignored the second their lips met in a furious kiss.
It was uncontrollable. Like they'd been waiting since the very moment their last intimate session ended to be close again. Their tongues met, swiping and swirling with a familiarity only known to each other. Santana would nibble on Brittany's bottom lip, which always turned her on, and Brittany would press her bulging core against Santana's pelvis in recognition of their growing arousal.
"I can't stop thinking about what happened." Santana whispered into Brittany's ear, hips thrusting against her already hardening cock, escaping from the confines of her unerwear and her spanks and prodding against Santana's thigh.
"Me either." Brittany confessed as Santana kissed down her neck, easing over her hickey, softly giving it a peck before bringing the kisses back up to her lips.
"I love how easily you get hard for me." Santana husked, her own arousal evident between her legs.
"Mmph, every time I think about it I get hard." Brittany whispered back, hands sliding up Santana's shirt to cup her breasts firmly in her hands.
Santana gasped and arched her back, loving the way it felt to be touched by Brittany's soft, strong hands. It already felt like she'd waited years to feel them on her again. The toilet next to them flushed, and the person left, finally leaving the girls alone to their needs.
"I love your tits." Brittany rasped, unable to ignore her raging hard on any longer.
"We've got class in like, five minutes." Santana warned, more so as a precaution rather than a reason to stop.
"Well we better make this quick then." Brittany said, running her fingers down to Santana's thigh, which in turn were swatted away by Santana, who gave her friend a knowing look.
"Hey, you gave me the shirt, this is my thanks." She said with a mischevious shrug, falling to her knees and grappled at the tight material blocking her from performing one of her favourite tasks. Santana yanked down her spanks and her underwear, revealing a semi-hard cock, already erect enough to streth her mouth.
Brittany hissed as she felt a dainty hand wrap around her length. She flung her head back against the wood of the cubicle door with a thud and gripped onto Santana's already messy hair, pushing her forward.
"Hurry up." She pleaded, aware of the time ticking by, valuing every single second like gold.
Santana smirked and leant forward, wrapping her lips around the head, prodding her tongue against the sensitive skin before sliding the length into her mouth, taking all that she could before choking and sliding back up to repeat the movements. Brittany guided her head, up and down, desperate to get off in the short amount of time, knowing it wouldn't be impossible with Santana between her legs, expertly sucking her off and pumping the base of her dick.
"Keep going, San. Faster.." She gasped.
The long top was suddenly becoming too tight and too hot for Santana to handle. She stopped her movements for just a second so that she could pull it off so that she was only in her bra, then quickly continued her movements, swallowing an entire nine inches somehow without gagging. Brittany let out a loud whimper, which made them both extremely thankful no one else was in the room.
With the new-found naked skin blessing Brittany's hungry eyes, she found herself ten times closer to getting off, already feeling the pressure rise in the bottom half of her body, ready to explode. She tried her best to muffle the groans threatening to escape her lips, but managed to only let out sharp gasps for air and the ossaional low grunt.
She thrust her hips forward, effectively fucking her friends talented mouth as she took the whole length down her throat. There was not a sexier sight to the blonde, who knew any second she was about to blow. She tugged Santana's head back by her hair, to the latina's confusion.
"I wanna cum on your tits." Brittany rasped as Santana continued to pump her cock with her hand.
She raised her eyebrows at the request, well, rather demand and found it extremely hot. She stroked Brittany's cock as fast as she could, looking up as her face contorted in pleasure, telling her she was close. She gave a few more strong pumps before she felt the hot liquid spurt onto her chest. They both gasped at different sensations, both highly pleasurabe.
Finally, when the cum shower stopped, Santana looked down, noticing her whole chest was covered in the sticky substance, as well as her bra, which would now be stained. But she didn't care about that at the moment, she actually found it kinda hot, like a mark of Brittany's territory.
"Fuck.." Brittany breathed out, going limp and quickly pulling up her underpants, as well as her spanks.
Santana stood up, her abdomen pressed against Brittany's, as the blonde looked down, eyes widening when she took in the sight. She swallowed thickly and tried not to let herself get aroused again. They didn't have the time.
Santana smirked at the reaction, trailing a finger onto her own chest to swirl the cum around a bit before taking the finger into her mouth and sucking suggestively. Looking up at Brittany with a pair of highly seductive eyes.
"So you like seeing your cum all over my tits?" Santana teased, cocking an eyebrow.
Brittany nodded in awe, panting wildly, unable to take her eyes off the sight. She could stare at it all day, hell if she had her phone on her she'd fucking take a picture. That'd surely get her off at night. But before she could further dwell on the thought, the bell rang out making them both jump, reminding Santana of just why she fucking hated alarms.
Santana wiped off the cum with toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet. They made their way to first period together, pinkies linked with a whole new meaning.