"I get to hear you screaming my name."
The breathy moan Brittany let out at the words was muffled when Santana flicked her wrist shortly after, and the music was turned up as the brunette took a tantalizing step back, eyes fixed on the woman in front of her as a new song started to play.
Brittany opened her eyes; she didn't even realize they were closed, to see her sexy wife swaying her hips to the rhythm. And she immediately recognized Aliyia's voice and the song; one of Santana's favorite.
Passion, instant
Sweat me, feel me
Brittany leaned forward in her seat, all she wanted to do was reach out and feel Santana's skin on her. Her wife's exposed legs were sinful at the very least, and Brittany imagined herself running her hands up and down the toned flesh. But the music had just started, so the blonde forced herself to hold back.
She couldn't look away if she tried as Santana rocked her hips to the beat while bringing her hands to sensually tangle into her dark locks.
Tempt me, drive me
Feels so exiting
She strode predatorily towards Brittany, coming between the blonde's parted legs again. Even in the close proximity, Santana kept running her hands through the length of her own body, starting from her bare thighs, and going upwards. Brittany followed every move, watching carefully as tan hands passed through smooth skin and the tight fabric of her clothes. She bit her lip, holding back a moan when Santana squeezed roughly at her own breast.
The chorus started and the beat picked up, she stepped away from Brittany again, swinging her hips and causing a groaned from the blonde. Santana slowly untied her shirt, displaying her bra clad breast; Brittany didn't even know her wife had green lingerie, but it did look familiar, for a brief moment she suspected Santana changed the color with one of her spells.
More than a woman
More than your lover
Santana removed the offending clothing, throwing somewhere behind her. She tugged at the hem of her short skirt; was the skirt that short before? Brittany thought but lost her ability to function as her wife slowly rotated her hips, before turning around and dropping down dangerously low, exposing her back side as she slowly pulled her indecently short skirt down her toned legs.
Santana swayed her hips from side to side sensually now only wearing her dark green lace lingerie, and Brittany growled lowly as she could barely hold herself back. The brunette smirked smugly at the sound her wife made.
Brittany's eyes fixed on the perfect asset in front of her. Round and toned. Her hands itching to just feel them, but Santana was still out of her reach.
As if reading her mind, Santana backed up into Brittany only inches away from the eager blonde.
Brittany immediately gripped at her sides, biting down hard on her own lips. She just wanted to touch that smooth skin and feel Santana's warmth. She really couldn't control her hands anymore so gave in.
She reached out, sliding her hand through soft skin and grabbing each cheek firmly with one hand and massaging the taunt flesh, hands gripping and squeezing. She held back a moan at how good it felt. Santana's sudden gasp and the way she leaned into Brittany's touch was enough encouragement, nearly growling as she kept kneading the flesh and Santana rolled her hips slowly in response.
The brunette turned with a smirk at the wife's animalistic sound. Dark eyes watching her every movement from under hooded lids.
Brittany could smell her wife's arousal, her scent intoxicating the blonde's mind. And the obscene moan Santana let out at a particular hard squeeze of her hand, Brittany responded with an even louder possessive growl, pulling the brunette against her front roughly. Their bodies fitting perfectly against each other.
Her actions didn't deter the roll of Santana's hips though; as if she was expecting that reaction from her wife. She kept undulating her hips and backing into Brittany, hard. Teasingly hitting the blonde's already heated core, who groaned at the friction, bucking her hips against Santana. Smiling at the reaction, the brunette pressed harder and faster into her wife, Brittany's eyes fluttering close and her breathing becoming ragged as pleasure cursed through her body.
In her blissful state, Brittany couldn't help but touch. Touch all of Santana. All that was hers. Her hands slid down her sides, gripping at tan thighs, running her hands up and down as Santana kept her delicious motion.
Santana keened lowly, gripping at a pale thigh to hold on to something as Brittany's hand explored her body, not missing any patch of skin. Her wife's expert hands glided upwards to her toned stomach and reached for her bra clad breast, squeezing them greedily.
Santana arched her body into her touch, and the light kiss between her shoulder blades was just a reminder of the blonde's sweetness. She smiled as a hand popped her bra open, and slide them off tan shoulders. Closing her eyes as she felt a trail of kisses along her exposed back to her shoulders.
Somehow, Santana was still able to stand, but her legs were unsteady. Brittany pulled her wife closer, steadying the brunette while tugging insistently at the fabric of her underwear. Brittany fought the urge to just rip it off her body and snapped it back into place. Santana gasped at the little sting as she took a step away from her wife.
Santana glanced behind her with a glimmer in her eye, noticing the forming pout on her half naked wife. She really couldn't believe Brittany didn't actually rip her clothes, Brittany was clearly trying to hold back but the color of her eyes showed just how much the woman was turned on at this point.
She stepped forward again, her eyes never leaving Brittany's. But this time, Santana straddled her wife's lap. A pale hand automatically went to her hips, sliding down to her ass possessively, gripping it hard and bringing the brunette closer.
Brittany had lost track of the lyrics a while ago, as her attention was solely focused on the way her gorgeous wife moved against her body. It wasn't until Santana was whispering the words in her ear that she caught on to it.
Midnight grindin'
My heart rate's climbin'
Tan thighs squeeze tightly around her hips as Santana grinded down into Brittany's lap. A whimper slipped from thin lips, her legs pressing together as she felt the wetness soaking through her underwear. Santana just leaned back to admire as her blonde had her head tilt back and her eyes tightly shut.
She took the opportunity to remove Brittany's green jacket off discarding the item over her shoulder and reveling her bare breast. Her nipples hard and aching for attention as Santana palmed the tender flesh.
Both women were just in their panties now, aside from Brittany's tie. Santana brought her wife closer by the tie, bringing their mouths together for a kiss. Hot and feverishly. Her hand tugging at a taunt nipple and massaging the pale flesh of Brittany's breast as the blonde moaned breathlessly into her mouth.
I don't think you're ready for this thing
For this thing
Santana pulled away wetly, panting heavily from the heated kiss. She hastily stood up once again, as Brittany observed with a frown; she was feeling like she was about to explode. She was about to tackle Santana and just take her on the floor, when she noticed her wife sliding her underwear down her tan legs. She didn't waste any more time and lifted her own hips to take her underwear as well.
Brittany was about to take the tie as well, when Santana stopped her with hooded eyes.
"Leave it on." She husked as she straddled Brittany again.
As soon as her exposed heat touched Brittany's thighs Santana moaned blatantly, sliding back and forth and coating her wife's skin with her scent.
"I want you so bad." She whispered hotly in the blonde's ear as she grind merciless.
Santana's scent was all over her, all around. The wet sounds of Santana's movements penetrated Brittany's ear, making her own center throb in pure desire; the combination of it driving Brittany insane. She growled lowly as she took purchase of a tan collarbone and sucked the skin into her mouth as pushed two fingers into her wife's wet entrance. Santana threw her head back, arching her body at the welcome intrusion.
"You're so wet for me, San." Brittany muttered as she kissed the heated flesh of a tan neck.
The words spurred Santana on and she gave in, riding Brittany's lap relentlessly. She rocked in a frantic pace into skilled fingers, her breathing ragged and eyes tightly shut as she marveled at the delicious feeling of Brittany inside her.
Blue eyes were drawn to Santana's chest as her breast bounced up and down with her movements. She secured her wife's hold with one hand and curled her fingers deep into her with the other, so she was free to graze her teeth against the tan flesh in front of her, dragging her lips wetly over the skin and trailing her tongue over the sensitive tip.
"Scream my name, baby."
She felt Santana tightening around her, the woman's rocking almost greedily as her walls clamped down on Brittany's hand. The throbbing ache between her own legs didn't go unnoticed by the blonde so she squeezed her thighs together for some relief as she focused on her wife's release.
Brittany used her thumb to stroke a swollen nub repeatedly, and Santana choked out a wail of Brittany's name as she stiffen in her lap, arching her back as she tightened her hold on her wife's shoulders.
"BRiittany!"
The blonde patiently waited for Santana to shudder through her release, until the brunette was slumping in her arms and touching her forehead against Brittany's with a satisfied sigh. She smiled languidly at her wife before kissing her softly on the lips.
Santana breathing hitched as Brittany slid out from her still sensitive heat. She grinned and kissed Santana again with a chuckle.
The brunette narrowed her eyes at her wife for a second before pushing her onto her back. It was totally not fair that Brittany took over, and she was about to pay for it.
The grin didn't leave Brittany's face as she patiently waited, as Santana adjusted herself above her, hovering over a pink nipple and teasingly blowing hot air on the sensitive tip, making Brittany squirm in place. Santana smirked before capturing the pink nub between her lips, suckling and using her skilled tongue as she flicked the other tip with her free hand.
"I need you, baby." Brittany restlessly breathe out looking down at her wife. There was a fire in her eyes as she stared into Santana's, there was urgency to her words that could only make Santana immediately oblige.
Santana released a groan on her own as she entered Brittany with two fingers earning a gasp and a powerful shiver from the woman beneath her. Her wife was slick and swollen, her heat more than ready for her dexterous fingers.
Brittany groaned impatiently, rocking into tan fingers as she ached for more of Santana. . Loving the way her brunette felt inside her. She gasped as her wife focused her attention back on her deflected breasts with her mouth and fingers.
She tugged at one nipple as she suckled on the other one before releasing it with a pop. Santana smirked, feeling the surge of wetness in her hand between Brittany's thighs and the accompanying whine her wife let out.
The blonde mumbled something incoherently and Santana took her cue, added another finger and curling them inside her wife, which Brittany responded with a scream of Santana's name.
Santana had almost forgotten how loud Brittany could be, and she was suddenly very thankful she had thought of the spell.
"Yes!" Brittany breathed out as Santana repeatedly hit all her spots, with each curl of her fingers. Brittany pulled Santana closer, guiding her upwards to face her.
The brunette watched as her wife's face contorted in pleasure; her brows knitting and mouth hanging open. Though blue eyes remained locked with her own. Santana's heart fluttered, she would never stop enjoying this beautiful sight.
"Santana, oh-h, Santana!" Fingers digging into Santana's shoulders as the brunette used her thumb to flick her swollen nub repeatedly with just the right pressure. The incontrollable quivering of the thigh wrapped around Santana was a sign of how close Brittany was.
"Right there, Santana!" She gripped hard at her wife's sides, pulling her closer as she nodded in approval. "Yes, San! Santana!"
Incoherently mumbles leave Brittany's lip as she didn't seem to be able to put together Santana's name anymore. The louder the blonde got, she could feel her own center throbbing at the increasingly obscene noises Brittany was making.
Brittany's back arched perfectly as if in a practiced dance move before her body went rigid. It was the most beautiful thing to Santana seeing the love of her life in such manner. Brittany in her most vulnerable state as she gave herself completely to her wife. From the first time they made love to this day. The way her features twisted in pleasure as her body shudders and Santana could feel the vibrations reverberating from Brittany's body to hers.
With her fingers still pressed deep inside her wife as her walls still spasmed around her. Santana eased her through her orgasm, pumping her fingers at a slower pace to bring her wife down, leaning forward and kissing the underside of her jaw.
She settled herself half on top of the blonde, exhausted. Santana waited for her wife's breathing to return to normal, hearing a whimper when she eventually removed her fingers from Brittany.
Brittany wrapped her wobbly arms around Santana, nuzzling the brunette's messy hair and burying herself in her wife's scent.
Santana did something similar as she grazed her mouth through Brittany's neck, touching her mouth and nose against sweaty skin as she breathed in their mixed scent, basking in their closeness.
"Maybe you should take a nap." Brittany suggested after a while surprising Santana who was indeed feeling rather sleepy. She lifted her head to lock eyes with twinkling blue.
"Why is that?" Santana asked with a lift of her brow, interested to know what her wife had in mind.
"Well…"Brittany held her wife closer, the corner of her lips twitching as she held back a smirk. "You." She stole a quick kiss from plump lips. "Need to rest." She kissed her again, just a little longer.
"Because…" She dragged the work as Santana looked at her expectantly; making a face that clearly warned her to stop the teasing. Brittany brushed her cheek against Santana's and spoke in a lower voice. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
The full body shiver running through Santana was answer enough. But surprise was still written in her face as she slowly settled back into Brittany's shoulder.
"You know I get like super horny when I'm pregnant, babe." She explained with a one armed shrug as if it was so obvious. "It's like my body needs the lady loving to live."
Santana laughed wholeheartedly, shaking slightly in Brittany's arms. "Isn't it always like that?"
Brittany joined in the laughed after agreeing with her wife. Santana was indeed very perceptive.
They rested in a comfortable silence for a while. Santana was feeling the effects of their previous activities as Brittany's humming against her ear was slowly looing her to sleep. Santana was about to close her eyes and surrender to the drowsiness of her body when a thought came to her mind. She lifted her head up to face loving blue eyes.
Her face was scrunched up and her impending confusion was so adorable, Brittany would lean up to kiss her, but she waited, curious to know what was in Santana's mind.
"Britt, why do you always celebrate Saint Patrick's day so…intensely?" Santana hesitated looking for a proper word to describe Brittany's unusual tradition. And she tried to justify her statement next. "You know, since your heritage is so far behind."
Brittany could sense the genuine wonderment of the question, she knew her wife had been mulling on that question for a long time, and it was only fair that Brittany shared her true reasons with her.
She took a deep breath, feeling her face heat up at finally having the courage to confess. Brittany powered through it and looked back into brown curious eyes. "Because that's the day I met you."
Despite the uncontrollable heat on her face and neck, Brittany found herself smiling warmly at the treasured memory
Santana frowned, looking even more confused than before.
"No Britt," She tried to correct her wife as gently as possible. "We met at the end of March. Remember?" She nudged a pale cheek with her nose, she was not even upset that Brittany got the dates mix up, she knew her wife could be forgetful sometimes.
Brittany laughed from the back of her throat, startling Santana a bit. "I remember San. How could I forget? You attacked me with a shoe."
Santana leaned back, narrowing her eyes as she watched her wife laugh and clutch at her own side. Her face felt hot and flushed, she just hoped her complexion didn't show much of it.
"Well, you shouldn't be lurking in the dark." She leaned further back with an exaggerated pout and a cross of her arms.
Brittany chuckled at her wife, lifting herself up just a little to kiss the adorable pout away.
"Well, you shouldn't be trespassing." She teased, but they both knew it was actually true.
Santana had been in the Pierce's lands in Alaska without their consent when they first met. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana ignoring the brunette's faux huffing, and pulled her in again, letting their bodies fuse together as guided them back into the soft mattress.
"That was the day we officially met." She spoke into Santana's hair.
Santana was confused, and intrigued so she paid close attention to each word. She could feel how hot her wife's cheeks were against her forehead at the admission. So she gripped gently at a pale shoulder and started doing soothing circles against her skin. She also didn't need to see her blonde's face to see it was working. Her body relaxed further into Santana before she muttered the next words.
"Today was the day I first saw you."
Santana lifted her gaze, looking puzzled again by Brittany's statement. Brown eyes silently asking questions. Brittany fidgeted with her hands nervously against Santana's back as her face colored even redder. She took another deep breath before explaining it further.
"I was chasing a wolf at the border. It was a remote location but they could still attack people, so they assigned me."
Santana listened closely; Brittany had never mentioned this before. Sure she had shared stories about some assignments over the years but this one was had never come up.
"I had been chasing for 3 days. When I found a clearing and there was a girl shivering in the cold. There was a tent, and she was grumbling about having to cook outside." She released a small chuckle at the last part.
Santana squinted her eyes, something about that scenario sounded oddly familiar. Recognition flashed through her eyes as it finally sank in. She didn't interrupt Brittany though, she let her wife continue the story.
"I remember thinking she looked so beautiful with the light of the fire reflecting on her face. You were the most beautiful being I had ever seen. I couldn't stop staring."
Santana admired Brittany's expression as she seemed lost in the memory her eyes shining and her smile dreamy.
"I stayed there for a while until you retreated to you tent, I left only after I made sure there was no danger." She finished returning from her daze and suddenly feeling very self-conscious and embarrassed about her confession.
"Why didn't you…" Santana asked, mouth agape and a part of her she wondered how she was so careless back then.
"I was afraid to scare you off. I didn't know you were supernatural. And I was on a mission Santana. I couldn't stop. You know that." Santana nodded in understanding. She was familiar with the concept as she was also on a mission back then. If Brittany had disturbed her that night, god knows what would have happened. She was particularly in a foul mood that night, so in the best scenario she would most likely not be friendly to the blonde.
"Later when I checked, I found out it was Saint Patrick's day." At Brittany's words, it all made sense to Santana and she found herself adoring her wife even more. It was probably one of the sweetest gestures Brittany had ever made, and Santana had no idea all of this time.
"Two weeks later, I met you again. And the only thing I could think was that I was the luckiest woman alive to get another chance to see you." Brittany smiled big, reliving the moment she saw Santana for the second time "Even if you attacked me." She chuckled, squeezing her wife in her arms.
Santana was so elated, she didn't even mind and laughed along with Brittany. It never failed to amaze her how loving her wife was and how Santana was the truly lucky one.
Memories of the night they officially met flooded her brain as she remembered her reaction to being surprise by the blonde.
"I've wondered why you didn't fight back when I threw my shoe." She thought aloud as she put the pieces together and Brittany nodded along. "I was a supernatural, trespassing into a wolf's territory." Santana slapped her own forehead. Of course if that was their first meeting Brittany wouldn't bother turning back into her human form before approaching Santana. She made an 'O' face finally making sense of Brittany's actions even after so many years.
"That day was mean to be." Brittany kissed Santana's forehead, lingering for a second. "I had no reason to be there, I was just passing by. And so were you. I thought Saint Paddy must had been on my side that day." She smiled brightly at her wife, even if she was slightly embarrassed by her own mushiness.
Brittany blushed harder before admitting the last part. "That's why I was kinda insistent. I couldn't let you go a second time."
And Santana just swooned, gently kissing the blonde's neck. Brittany was definitely getting luck after her nap.
"Why didn't you say anything?" She mumbled against pale skin.
Brittany tried to shrug even with Santana in her arms. "I don't know." She stopped to think for a second. "I guess I thought you would think I was creepy or something."
"I would never, Britt." She smiled adoringly at her wife as Brittany locked eyes with her.
"Not now." The blonde replied with a light laugh.
"Ok, maybe a little." Santana admitted with a chuckle. "But to me it just sounds romantic. And you are right, it does sound like fate or luck or whatever."
Brittany agreed with a nod, before adding. "I may not know if I'm really Irish or not. But I know, that you are my fate Santana. You are my fate, luck and whatever."
There you go. Took a bit but this story is now complete.
Forgive me for the mount of sappiness at the end, I was feeling mushy today. This was probably the hardest chapter of this verse for me to write, I'm not good with dances so I hope you guys liked it.
You guys response to last chapter was so awesome though, I'm not sure I'm done with this verse just yet. If you don't mind I may finish the 4th of July special. How do you all feel about a small prequel? I liked their first meeting and everything so I was thinking of writing about it. Let me know what you all think, I would love to hear it. Thank you again for all the support.
Oh, and before I forget. That song was "More Than A Woman" by Aaliyah.
Ducks.