Chapter 4
When You were Mine.
Santana was perched on a comfy stool reading lazily the newspaper.
Coffee mug in hand, she skipped through the pages when her father appeared on the kitchen and sat across from her on the breakfast bar. He reached for her mug and took a few sips from it, humming in approval.
The man looked young for a 55 year old and only some scattered grey hairs gave away his aging; he still was as dapper and sturdy as Santana always remembered and he never let the beard grow back since that moment with her outside of the hospital, more than two decades ago.
She smiled without looking at him "You're lucky we're related. I don't understand why you always feel the need to first sip my coffee."
Alejandro chuckled, standing to pour some hot liquid for himself "I'm making sure you prepare it the way I like it…" He said yawning and she smirked.
"Ok, so you're not making sure I don't drink it too strong or sweet, aren't you? You do know that it is my job to take care of you, not the other way around. Your fruit's ready," She pointed to the fridge, both Lopez liked to eat it cold, contrasting the hot drink. He gave her a thumb up and proceeded to settle and share breakfast with his now 30 year old daughter.
After Brittany left, they would always start the day the same way, together in the early mornings and occasionally joined by her cousin Quinn and Holly, her aunt, who moved to Columbus a year after her mother's dead..
In the morning it comes, Heaven sent a Hurricane …
Santana still lived on the house by the lake she shared with her still wife; but more than a few nights a week, she would sleep at her old bedroom, secretly finding some sort of comfort at the memories the room held to her; this was the same room where she spent inestimable hours with her blue eyed blonde since they were children, where she first kissed her, where she made love to her, being the first one in her life; the same room where she proposed to her after endless hours of just loving her. It was the same room where she was able to sleep for two days straight after been awake for far too long to be healthy, just sitting on their bedroom wooden floor clutching the simple note tightly after reading the meaningless apology.
Quinn found her the next morning, concerned etched on her beautiful features; and when she saw the empty closet and the crying mess her almost sister was in, it dawned on her; she called both her mother and uncle and the three of them stayed with her until she was too weak to fight back their attempts to talk to her and get her on her feet. Feeling on the verge of passing out, she abruptly stood up and pleaded in a broken voice "Get me out of here" Her father caught her in time and carried her like a child. Back in her old room, Holly and Quinn bathed and dressed her limp self and put her to sleep, with Quinn cuddling with her, offering little comfort given the circumstances...
"You do know where you come from, no?" The mature man countered playfully, motioning between them "Tu y yo. The same. That's why I know you so well." He said, taking a bite of a juicy slice of melon.
Santana smiled wider, chewing happily on her own fruit "As if I could ever forget-" She winked at him.
"Is Quinn taking you to the airport or do you want me to?"
"She's taking me and picking me up when I get back. I'm meeting Anderson first, by the way." Santana said and glanced at the clock on the wall "I've got time to spend with my old man."
Alejandro narrowed her dark eyes "This old man can still beat your butt, so don't push me, woman and make sure Blaine gives you the last contracts so Noah can start the files. Quinn's already managing the accountable."
The explanation earned him an eye roll "I'm going to pretend you said nothing and reassured you I'm on it. I've already took advice from aunt H so you just relax and wait for the loaded results I'll bring you, as I always do... And don't spend too much time at the office." He nodded proudly, seeing so much of him and his wife in Santana.
Under his business savvy tutelage and a top education from Northwestern's Kellogg School of Management, she became the successful entrepreneur woman that took over the family real estate and franchise management business.
"Seriously, you should take a few days off. I know you haven't even gone fishing. Work keeps pouring but you have a great team to rely on. Just take the boat and ask Mr. Pierce to join you, it'll do you good." Santana told her father, holding one of his big hands for emphasis.
He accepted reluctantly "I guess you're right. I can use some days off. I'll set a date with Richard to do the fishing part."
Not a trace of the sun but I don't even run from rain …
After a moment, his demeanor turned serious and Santana immediately notice the worried look he was giving her; she was about to ask when Alejandro spoke again "Now that you mention Richard… There's something I want to talk to you about,"
Santana instantly knew "Is it about her? Did she send the papers to her parents? Because if so, I don't want to hear it," She practically growled "If she wants to divorce me then she has to come here and ask me to, not use a third party. I deserve that much, not this cowardly shit she keeps pulling by just sending the damn papers."
Alejandro took a deep breath before explaining to her "Well, I think this time she will ask you herself. I'm certain about that and it's not my place to intervene but I want you to be prepared and know where she stands and where you are,"
"Just tell me what it is…" She demanded, swallowing a growing lump in her throat.
"She's getting married again, baby." He spoke the words carefully, as if trying to avoid the inevitable hurt he knew would cause her.
Such a beautiful mess, intertwined and overrun …
The dimmed light from a bedside lamp provided the soft glow permeating the room. The sun had long set, enveloping the rest of the house with darkness.
Two bodies stood entangled in the middle of the room; they were kissing languidly, taking their time to explore every inch of warm mouths.
"Are you sure you want to do this? There's no pressure, you know," Santana asked as they parted to take the much needed air.
Brittany swallowed and looked deeply into dark eyes "I've been waiting for so long. I have imagined how it would be but I want you to show me for real. I want this, I want you…" She assured her in whispered words.
Santana understood and softly kissed her again as an answer. She grabbed the hem of Brittany's shirt; the blonde lifted her arms like a reflex and Santana slowly pulled it over her head; then, without breaking eye contact, she glided smooth hands down the warm skin of Brittany lean stomach to reach for the bottom of her denim skirt. When said skirt was discarded, the brunette pulled her against her and nibbled her long, graceful neck.
Brittany snaked her hands down Santana's back and caressed her ass, forcing her hands inside the short shorts of her girlfriend. Santana smirked into pale skin and unbuttoned her own piece of clothing, discarding it along with her t-shirt. She took a step back to watch when Brittany got rid of her bra and hip-huggers. She stood there in awe at the sight and mirrored the movements to soon be as naked as the woman closely in front of her.
She felt the smooth touch of Brittany's hands on either side of her face, caressing her cheeks and lips. Brittany kissed her with purpose and Santana's hands found her place resting on the blonde's hips.
After a while of making out, Brittany felt herself gently being walked backwards towards the bed. Santana had her eyes opened, marvelled at the growing desire she knew they both felt.
When the back of Brittany's knees hit the mattress, she moved to accommodate herself in the middle of it, graciously lying down with her head in the supple pillow. Santana just stood there, burning every detail of the body before her onto memory. Satisfied with the view, she crawled on top of the exposed blonde.
"I'll be gentle…" She whispered against her ear and the tone of her voice made Brittany shivered and wetter.
Two hearts sped up their rhythm. Brittany held her breath as she opened her legs to accommodate the brunette. She licked her lips unconsciously at the feeling of the warm moisture against her own. Santana stared at her and ever-so-slowly pressed her hips down, making Brittany's arms take place around her neck. Tanned fingers ran through silky blonde locks.
"You feel amazing…" Brittany whispered in awe, feeling the searing weight of the body pressing her to the soft surface. The brunette gave her a sweet smile and kissed her again, hearing a subtle moan when hands explored the sensitive flesh of her pale breasts. Santana explored the blonde's mouth, to then, lick her way down her jaw, to her neck where she nibbled up to her ear as Brittany's raged breathing increased, instinctively rocking her hips to create the delicious friction she needed.
Santana's mouth descended to feast and suck on rosy nipples while pale hands were lost in raven haired silkiness. Both bodies were starting to moisten with sweat from the erotic entanglement they were in.
The rocking of her hips increased and quiet grunts and moans started to fill the stillness of the deep purple walls. Pleased with the mouthful of flesh she tasted, Santana made her way up to kiss Brittany, muffling her increasing moans.
With both hands, Santana stilled the blonde's hips, lifting her own "Open your eyes," She whispered against her lips. Brittany did as told and felt a hand slowly sliding down to her core.
On pure primal instinct, she pushed her hips up and almost fainted when Santana's fingers started a tortuous rhythm of strokes between her folds... "I can feel how wet you are," She told her, holding her blues.
Slowly and with the utmost care, reigning in her raw desire of take the blonde hard and fast for a first time, Santana entered her, inch by inch of her middle finger, feeling the clenching of the blonde's inner walls. She stopped the movement when she was knuckle deep and enveloped Brittany's mouth with her own, watching the almost pained expression of the writhing woman underneath her.
"Feel this, feel me…" She murmured, resuming the movement, in and out of wet heat.
You feel just like the sun, just like the sun …
Within seconds, Brittany was a panting mess and wanting to prolong the experience, Santana talked to her again with raspy voice, trying to catch her attention but at the same time heightening her arousal.
"How does it feel? Tell me," She asked and Brittany's response was a loud moan "Tell me, baby" Santana asked again.
"Hot…" The blonde managed to say in a faint breath and whimpered when Santana slid another finger inside of her. The brunette hummed and felt her own arousal dripping between her thighs
"What else, tell me, Britt" She purred.
Brittany made a high pitched noise and pulled Santana closer to her by the neck "Wet, desperate…" She squeaked and Santana increased the speed of her fingers, making wet noises with the liquid heat pouring from the blonde.
Straddling a leg, Santana vehemently rocked her hips against it, feeling her own desperation. The blonde's moans increased in volume and with each deep thrust, telling Santana she was close. The brunette muffled her sexual noises with a scorching mouth and circled the fleshed jewel with her skilled thumb. Brittany arched her back and cried out Santana's name. The brunette stared at her and continued the frantic friction on her core, feeling closer to her own release.
"Britt…" She groaned stilling her hand inside the trembling blonde. Santana buried her head in between her breasts, quieting the heady moan when she came too.
After falling back down on the bed, Brittany ran her hands up and down a sweaty back, smiling contently at the feeling of Santana's fingers still inside of her and the warm dampness on one of her legs.
With deep shallow breathing, Santana slowly retrieved her fingers, licking the moist skin of Brittany's chest, making her shudder at the sensations. Brittany pulled her to lay completely on top of her and between her legs like they first were and collected the sweat from her forehead with caring long fingers. They shared a lazy smile and she leaned up to kiss Santana, who happily complied and tangled her hands into blonde softness.
"Thank you... It was better than anything I could've imagined… I love you." Brittany murmured when they parted lips with a slick noise. Santana didn't say anything, she just kissed her again and again until they both surrendered into a peaceful sleep entwined between messy sheets.
Never mind what I knew, nothing seems to matter now …
"Santana?" It was heard behind her door with a few gentle knocks. She was abruptly brought back from her reverie. Alejandro insisted when he got no response "Hija? Are you there?"
Running a hand through her long raven locks, she stood up "Si, I'm here... I'm finishing packing"
"Quinn's ready downstairs,"
"Ok, thank you, I'll be right down." She called, still shaken with that particular memory.
Taking a very deep calming breath, she collected her suitcase and handbag and headed on. Quinn parked the black SUV and left her at the airport with the promise of picking her up with Beth, a few days later. She kissed her cousin goodbye and went on her way to Chicago.
Let the world come rush in ...
As soon as Brittany stepped outside the plane, she felt the change in the air. Breathing deeply, she was glad for the cleaner atmosphere and a little smile grazed her lips.
She took her time collecting her bags and adjusted her pencil skirt and white buttoned down blouse. Her hair was up in a neat ponytail and she let the sunglasses fall on her nose before stepping out of the airport to hail a cab...
She smelled her unmistakable scent before seeing her and when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, she closed her eyes and her heart jumped when she heard the smooth voice she knew too well...
"Took you long enough to come back…" Santana said in a cold tone, void of any emotion before Brittany could turn around to finally face her after 5 years of absence.
Come down hard,
Come crushing ...