A/N: Here's the sweet lady kisses everyone has been waiting for. The song I chose to help set the mood is Let Go by Little Dragon. Oh, keep in mind that this is the first time I've ever written a story, let alone smut, but I digress. Enjoy.


I reached inside the shower to turn it on when Brittany's hand beats me to it.

"Allow me, Santana."


Brittany turned the shower on while staring straight into Santana's eyes. Once the water temperature was at the perfect temperature for the two, Brittany began to undress Santana while speaking to her.

SNG

"I know you're expecting me to be upset. But the truth is, I'm far from resentment. If anything, I am extremely turned on right now." Brittany whispered in Santana's ear and watched her shiver as she stepped back.

Santana gathered her discarded clothing and put them in their laundry hamper. When she turned back around, Brittany was already naked and waiting for her in the shower. The model barely took a step inside of the shower before Brittany had her pinned against the wall.

"Britt, wait. Let me apolo-" Brittany cut her off with a searing kiss.

"It's fine, San. Now shut up and let me have my way with you."

Santana nodded and Brittany's lips were back on hers in an instant. She returned the kiss with as much force and passion as she could. Brittany's hands made their way across the brunette's lower back and across her ass, stopping at the back of her thighs. Santana jumped and wrapped her legs around Brittany as her sex grazed Brittany's toned midsection.

"Mmh, B." Santana moaned between kisses at the slick contact granted by the water and the juices flowing from her core.

Brittany moved her lips away from Santana's and trailed them down her neck. She started licking and sucking her pulse point-

"No hickeys. I have a- shit... I have a shoot tomorrow, baby."

"That's what makeup is for." Brittany didn't let up on the attack on Santana's neck.

Santana's eyes closed as Brittany's fingers teased her most sensitive area.

"Damn it, B. Take me to the bed. Now."

Brittany's lips latched onto Santana's as she carefully led them both out of the shower and into the bedroom, leaving the water on in the shower. Santana's head softly hit the pillow as the dancer laid her down on the bed while hovering over her. Brittany stopped to admire her fiery girlfriend as the water evaporated from her skin and hair, leaving her completely dry within seconds.

Well, she's wet where it counts.

After mentally deciding that Brittany was taking too long, Santana flipped them over and immediately ran a finger through Brittany's sex. A breath hitched from each of them, one being from shock, and the other from a shot of arousal.

"Ugh Santana! Please!" Brittany cried out.

"What, B? What do you want, baby?" Santana smirked.

"I want... No. I need to feel you. Please, baby, please."

Satisfied with Brittany's answer, Santana lowered herself down onto her girlfriend until their cores touched-

"Fuck."

"Goddamn."

They both moaned into the air. Santana leaned down and swirled her tongue around Brittany's before deeply kissing her. Brittany grabbed Santana's ass and pushed her into her sex harder. Santana winced-

"You like that shit, B?"

"Y-yeah, I- oh shit Santana!"

Santana sped up her movements and swirled her hips around, causing Brittany to momentarily lose her breath. The sounds of their cores moving together drowned out the sound of sizzling as Santana's heat evaporated the sweat from the couple. At this point Santana was rocking so hard against Brittany, the headboard started lightly banging against the wall. Brittany's breathing started picking up and she spoke through gritted teeth-

"Oh shit! Fuck me, Santana! I'm gonna-...!"

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Britt? Huh?! C'mon, I'm close too, baby!"

It took 4 hard thrusts, and they both came undone.

"OH SHIT YES BABY!"

"FUUUCK BRITTANY!"

Santana gradually slowed down her thrusts as her and Brittany came down from their high. They shared loving pecks and caresses before Brittany hopped up on wobbly legs to turn the shower off. She got back in bed and cuddled with Santana, resting her head on her shoulder.

"What time is your photoshoot in the morning?" Brittany looked up and asked Santana.

"Uhhmm," Santana grabbed her phone, scrolled through her reminders, "9. It's at 9. Do you have any sessions tomorrow?"

"Nope. I'm taking the weekend off." Brittany said through a smile.

The two shared a comfortable silence before Santana cleared her throat.

"Soooo... you really aren't pissed about the whole broken table, burned cabinets, disintegrated Uno cards thing?" It came out as a whisper from Santana.

"No, baby. Honestly, I've been wanting to get a new dining table and remodel the kitchen a little anyway. This just helped the process." Brittany raised her head and kissed Santana on the cheek before looking into her eyes. They had a little staring contest, which Santana won-

"What is it, babe?"

"You look like a Naya."

Santana giggled, "A what?"

"A Naya! Nayaaaa... Rivera?"

"Naya Rivera, huh? I'll bite." Santana took a long look at Brittany. "You look like a Heather."

Brittany stared blankly at Santana.

"A-are you serious?"

"As serious as Lord Tubbinton interrogating his gang members, love."

Brittany slowly nodded and smirked. "What about a last name?"

"Morris. I delight and dame you, Lady Heather Morris." Santana said with an extremely posh British accent.

"You delight and dame me, huh." Brittany laughed before kissing Santana's full lips. "Well, I'm about to delight and dame myself to sleep. You should do the same, it's almost 1 in the morning."

"Alright. Goodnight, Britt-Britt."

"Goodnight, Tana." Brittany mumbled sleepily.

Santana clapped twice and the lights went out. She thought for a second.

"Naya Rivera. Who would've thought?"


A/N: So yeah. There's that. Let me know what you thought. Also, I hate using generic adjectives, so I'll rack my brain for some good ones. See you all in the next chapter.