AN: Re-uploading this because of what might be the great FF purge of 2012. It has been toned down massively, but the original chapter can be found on my Tumblr (and I know you all preferred that one ;D) This has some very cute pillow-talk and some info on their past, so it ain't all bad :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did it would just be an hour of Brittana making out, dancing, making out, singing and then making out. All those in favour say 'aye'.
The door slams open, quickly followed by Santana, who flies backwards into the room. She is barely able to catch herself before her blonde counterpart is latched onto her, nipping at her neck viciously.
After a particularly forceful bite, Santana hisses with pain and attempts to push Brittany's insistent lips away.
"Babe, not so hard - OW!"
The brunette is cut off by another nip placed just below her ear, the skin then being sucked on forcefully.
Santana's eyes rolled back into her head.
Brittany is marking her.
'Damn, that's hot...'
She feels her girlfriend pulling away and she whines, tangling her hands in the long blonde hair, trying to pull her closer.
Brittany actually growls.
"You're gonna stay right here, 'kay? Or else..." Brittany husks lowly into the shorter girl's ear, nipping and tugging on her earlobe before pulling away.
Santana whines, the throbbing in between her legs only increasing as her usually sweet, submissive girlfriend completely dominates her.
Brittany smirks wickedly, biting her lip before turning swiftly and heading towards the door.
Santana panics briefly, thinking that Brittany was going to leave her high and dry.
Well not high and dry exactly.
Instead, the blonde shuts and locks the door, turns down the lights to a dim level and then glides confidently back to her panting girlfriend.
Brittany winds her arms around Santana's body, pulling her tightly to her, hugging her intimately before bending down slightly and lifting the brunette up.
Santana automatically locks her legs around Brittany's waist, straining to lick at the Brittany's earlobe, causing a shudder to run through the blonde.
She turns her head and captures Santana's lips in a kiss that's all tongue and heavy breathing.
As Santana moans into her mouth, the blonde hurriedly stumbles to the bed, where she throws the brunette onto the large mattress.
Disorientated at the loss of her girlfriends lips, Santana gasps for air once she lands, even more turned on by the actions of the blonde currently crawling towards her with a look in her eyes that can only be described as predatory.
Deep blue eyes lock onto near black eyes as Brittany hovers over the brunette on her hands and knees, another smirk appearing as she registers Santana's 'Come hither' eyes.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson, don't you think baby?" Brittany whispers lowly, trailing a finger up and down Santana's leg.
Santana agrees.
Brittany opens her eyes slowly, and turns her head to watch the woman next to her on the pillow.
Santana looks to be in a similarly exhausted state, and they are both happy to just lay there for a while.
The brunette breaks the silence,
"It just gets better and better, doesn't it?"
Brittany grins sleepily,
"Of course it does, it's with you, silly."
Santana bats Brittany's shoulder with her hand, but blushes all the same.
She thinks back to when this all began, and whether she ever imagined she could be this happy.
After another moment of comfortable silence, she speaks,
"Remember when we first began training for this? Back in high school?"
Brittany nods slightly, thinking back to that time,
"We were called into Sue's office, terrified of what was going on."
"I thought that Sue had caught us going at it in the showers!"
Both girls giggle at this,
Santana continues,
"I was so scared; I didn't want to become an agent, I didn't know what I wanted in life at all."
Brittany smiled a little,
"Well, yeah. You were so far in the closet you were chillin' with Aslan."
Again, Santana bats her shoulder, but then shuffles closer, looking guilty.
"Sorry for that. I hurt you and-"
"Baby-"Brittany interrupts her, "-I thought we agreed on no more apologies?"
Santana rolls her eyes a little, but gets the message loud and clear.
Changing the subject slightly, Brittany chuckles,
"Remember Q's face when she found us waiting for her at the training session with Sue."
Santana laughs at the memory,
"I couldn't forget it if I tried; she thought we had been scheming against her again."
Brittany smiles and snuggles into her girlfriend, burying her head into the crook of Santana's neck, who pulls her closer still.
"Babe, it was normally you who did the scheming, I just let you get on with it and watched stuff unfold."
Santana splutters,
"Wait, you let me do those things? Are you insinuating that you were in control of me?"
Brittany grins devilishly, and her eyes sparkle,
"Baby, we both know that I could've stopped you if I'd wanted, you were sorta whipped."
Santana mocks offence at the accusation, though deep down she knows it was true.
Heck, it still is true.
Santana wraps her arms around the blonde and squeezes tightly, inhaling deeply as she does so.
"At first we were so angry that we were practically forced into doing something we didn't want to do, but then training began-"
"-and we loved it."
Brittany finishes her sentence, looking up at her through her lashes.
"Yeah, we did..." Santana trails off, caught in Brittany's gaze.
Brittany whispers huskily,
"Ready for another round yet?"
Santana smirks,
"Always ready for you, baby."
The blonde's eyes darken once more as she pushes Santana firmly onto the mattress again.
The two girls don't emerge from their room for another two hours, and even then it's because they have been called and asked to do an interrogation on the bodyguard Finn Hudson, who had been caught and brought in by Mike and Tina as he tried to flee the mansion.
The couple stumble down the hall together, hanging off each other and giggling.
Reaching the interrogation room, Brittany stops Santana and presses a hard kiss to her lips.
"Mmmm, thanks babe, but what was that for?" The brunette asks, running her tongue over her lips and tasting her girlfriend.
"I'm not going to be able to do it inside, so that's gonna have to tide me over until after. 'Cos seeing you go all hot bad cop on him is such a fucking turn on for me..."
Brittany winks at her girlfriend before turning and entering the room.
Santana stands in shock, eyes wide before snapping back to reality and following the blonde.
The door shuts and her eyes immediately weigh up the lumbering giant of a man cuffed to the chair opposite her girlfriend.
The brunette goes and sits on the corner of the table,
"So, I assume you're gonna be fully cooperative?" Santana questions Finn, tilting her head and studying his face.
The man spits at her.
Brittany stands up with a face of thunder, her hands clenched into fists and her muscles flexing.
"Britt, no..." Santana intervenes before the man-child lost any parts of his anatomy.
"But he-"The blonde protests, glaring at Finn who sneers at her.
"Babe, leave it." Her girlfriend whispers into her ear.
Finn must have supernatural bat ears or something, because he still hears, and his face scrunches up in disgust.
Fortunately for him, Brittany backs down, but keeps a cutting stare on the man.
The brunette turns back to the man,
"So, why don't you tell us where you first met William Schuester?
"I won't answer anything until you un-cuff me." He responds stubbornly, wiggling his fingers to emphasise his point.
Brittany turns to Santana,
"He's unarmed, and he can't take both of us. I don't see why not."
Her girlfriend narrows her eyes slightly and eyes Finn, thinking for a moment before nodding.
She moves around and un-cuffs both of his wrists, which he immediately rubs to ease the pain.
"Let's get on with it shall we? Now-"
Santana is cut off as Finn lurches forward and grabs her around the throat.
Brittany jumps forward but freezes when Finn pulls a gun and holds it to the brunette's head.
Finn laughs lowly while he increases the pressure on Santana's throat,
"Not so confident now, are we?"
He doesn't notice the silent communication between the two girls, and he definitely doesn't notice his captor's leg swinging forwards, and then backwards directly into his crotch.
As he was speaking to Brittany, his gun had wavered slightly, and was no longer pointing directly at Santana.
The duo took complete advantage of that.
After the crotch shot, Finn stumbles backwards and doubles over, grabbing his crotch and dropping his gun in the process.
Santana drops to the ground holding her throat and coughing, and she looks up just in time to watch Brittany launch herself at the man.
The blonde hits the man with force; sending them both tumbling to the ground.
Brittany straddles him and begins hitting him repeatedly in the face,
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME? NEVER! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"
Not noticing he has been knocked unconscious, Brittany continues punching him repeatedly through her tears, only stopping when she is pulled off by Puck, who had been watching on the other side of the screen, and ran to help.
The back-up team watch with wide eyes as the girl screams and writhes in Puck's arms, attempting to get back to Finn.
"Brittany, San needs you, she's in the medical bay right now being treated, go."
Hearing that Santana was in pain, she stops struggling, and runs out of the room as soon as Puck releases her.
Brittany lies down next to Santana on their bed, delicately stroking her bruised neck.
"This is all my fault, I was the one who said we should un-cuff him-"
"Stop, Britt, you defended me, you didn't do anything wrong, okay?"
Brittany nods reluctantly.
The brunette continues,
"What I wanna know is; where did he get the gun? I thought he had been scanned?"
Brittany winces at her girlfriend's raspy, scratchy voice, but then answers,
"Apparently Schue had someone on the inside, they had to give Finn a gun who would then go and release Schue. We didn't find who the mole was..."
"Mmmm, we'll look into it tomorrow; I just wanna sleep now, 'kay?"
Santana asked, cutely burrowing her head into her girlfriend's shoulder, who wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette.
"I love you..." was the last thing Santana heard before she fell into a deep sleep.
AN: Again, sorry I had to change it, but rules are rules, and the original can be found on my Tumblr :D