In a haste you packed your things and smashed your palm against the elevator button. It took longer to reach the gym floor because so many people were clocking off at the same time, but once you finally made it inside you quickly stripped and changed into your more comfortable, elastic gym gear and started stretching.
Eying the equipment and realising you had only an hour and a half to be ready for Tina's dinner, you decided to work one half of your body; arms. Your legs were already in pristine shape, according to Santana's hungry gaze every time you walked by her.
After five minutes, you walked towards the LAT pull and sat down. You adjusted the weights, deciding to start light at twenty kilos. You gripped the bars and pulled them down swiftly, motioning your arms up and down repeatedly until you were ready for a challenge.
You adjusted the weights so that you were now lifting thirty five kilos. It was a stretch, but you already were aware of your amazing upper body strength from all those years of dancing. You tensed as your arms felt the burn straight away. As you were retracting the bar upwards and the weights descended, you heard the gym door open and close then footsteps echoed closer to you.
You turned left just in time to see a body almost collide with yours. Santana was heaving as she straddled you and your hands immediately loosened the bars and grabbed her waist, almost as to steady her.
She stared at you, her lips moist and eyes fiery with hunger. You blinked, in complete wonderment, right before she grabbed your face and smashed your lips together. She groaned, pushing her body into you, wasting no time to stick her tongue between your lips.
You squeezed your eyes shut and sloppily kissed her back in a haste, opening your mouth and tilting your head, your lips colliding and ragged breaths meeting for a short moment before they were swallowed greedily.
Santana changed the kiss as she began rocking against you slightly. Her lips were soft against yours, the wet smack becoming a light pop. You moaned as she pulled on your bottom lip and urged you to match her rhythm. Your hands slid down her back and gripped her ass, pulling her upwards. She whimpered and her tongue met yours again, moaning as it slid languidly around the inner walls of your mouth.
Finally she pulled back and your eyes took their time to flutter open. Unfortunately too long, because you almost missed her getting up and walking out of the gym. You frowned, completely disheveled and not having the least bit of strength to continue your work out.
Deciding it was best you left for home anyway, you wiped the sweat from your face and headed towards your locker. You still had to choose an outfit and pick out a card, but you decided you could do that on the way. Nobody showed up for birthday's on time nowadays anyway.
x
It happened when you were on your way to the restaurant. Your phone had buzzed and almost caused you to veer off the road. You assumed it was Tina asking when you would be arriving so you ignored it. Then as you parked, you grabbed your phone and made the screen light up.
You frowned, noticing a new number, then entered your passcode to open up the message.
I can't stop thinking about the sounds you made when you came - Santana L
Holy shit. You stopped breathing momentarily. She managed to get your number, probably from your file or resume. A sharp tingle ran through your body as you stared at her words. You felt like you were in high school again.
Staring at the time, you pouted. You were already ten minutes late, so you decided to lock your phone and head inside. It would take you at least an hour to think of a reply anyway. You wanted it to be perfect.
Luckily it was an Italian restaurant so you already knew what you wanted on the menu. You approached the table you spotted Tina at and greeted her, handing over the card you bought on the way there. She squealed in delight at the two theatre tickets inside as you introduced yourself to the other guests that you had never met in your life.
It was not a surprise though. Tina had lived in LA her whole life and you were new to this. You desperately wanted more friends, but you also just wanted to spend your night thinking about Santana, or even spending the night with her.
If you weren't busy would she have asked you on a date? Or to her home to fuck? It plagued your mind until the waiter arrived and you enthusiastically ordered the spaghetti and meatballs. Tina and Mike looked amused, before asking if you were drinking. You shook your head because you had work tomorrow. They understood at first, then ended up ordering shots for the table and you didn't want to seem frigid, so you downed the one with the least amount of vodka.
x
You weren't having the best time. Nobody was engaging you. They all attempted to ask you about your job, your apartment, how you knew Tina…But those questions had no real depth or authenticity. It had been an hour and you were ready to leave, so you approached Tina, notifying her that you had work early and it was past your bedtime.
She giggled, slurring a thank you for coming and goodbye. You kissed her cheek and hugged Mike, before waving a hand to the other party guests, then retreating towards the door. Once you were in your car, you pulled your phone from your bag and unlocked it, noticing a second text from Santana.
What are you doing.
You didn't want to tell her you had a bad time at the party. It was nice, just not very enthralling. You racked your brain for a reply - overthinking about minuscule things was your strong suit.
I can't stop thinking about your fingers… I'm about to leave my friends birthday dinner. Did you need assistance?
You decided to place your phone in the glove box so it was out of reach while you started your car and drove away from the restaurant. It took about ten minutes for Santana to reply and fifteen minutes for you to return home. As soon as you parked in the driveway, you pulled your phone out and unlocked it. If you weren't turned on before, you certainly were now.
It was a picture message. Santana was bent over a bed, presumably her own, with her skirt hiked up and her ass on display, only covered by sheer white panties.
You groaned. "Fuck, fuck, don't do this right now." You needed sleep and you needed to be on your best behaviour at work. That was the only place you could have a little control over Santana and tell her to act professionally. But out here, in the real world, she could do anything she fucking wanted to.
Your fingers hovered over the keypad on your phone. It killed you how much a picture made you immobile. You stared at the screen, that fucking beautiful ass for another three minutes before managing to type out a reply.
You do realise I'm going to need to see that beautiful ASSet in person
A reply came a few seconds later.
I'll need all your ASSistance.
You smirked, enjoying her play on words. You were exhausted, so you stuck around in your car a while longer, kicking your feet up on the dashboard to get more comfortable.
I need you right now
Where are you.
In my car, alone…the windows are tinted
Are you touching yourself.
Do you want me to?
You chewed on your fingernails awaiting a response. You had never sexted before in your life, but Santana made you feel comfortable, despite the provocative ass picture.
No. I'd rather you come every time I'm physically with you.
What if I'm horny and you're busy
You'll just have to wait Brittany.
You knew her expression was smug as she messaged you. You needed to touch yourself, but prolonging it would only heighten your arousal and satisfy you the next time she touched you. You would wait. You knew it would end up worth it.
x
You weren't entirely focused at the task at hand as you sat at your desk the following morning. You knew that you should have double checked Santana's schedule, but the only visual you had in mind was her behind. You gripped your phone in your hand tightly, contemplating opening the picture just to take a quick look before you were thrust into doing some farfetched task for Santana.
Luckily, she came sauntering out of her office and you instantly dumped your phone into your bag. It was the first time you'd seen her that morning. She looked breathtaking. She wore black boots, red tights that stopped just above her knee and a black mini skirt, which tucked over a deep red shirt. She also had suspenders on and you had never found that accessory attractive until now.
She headed straight to the receptionists desk and muttered something to her, causing the woman to nod and swiftly make her way to the elevator. You had arrived early, so nobody other than the receptionist and yourself occupied the floor. Santana an exception of course, because you were pretty sure this place was like a home to her. You made a mental note to ask her about that.
It took you a while to realise that you and Santana would be the only ones on the floor the second those elevator doors shut. She was looking into your eyes, lust seeping into your soul and soaking your underwear.
You gripped the arms of your chair and bent your feet so only your toes were touching the floor. You glanced towards the elevator. The doors just closed. You smirked, pushed off from your chair, rounded your desk and sped towards Santana.
She was smirking as well and backed herself up against the wall of the receptionist's desk. You leant in but she placed a hand on your chest and shook her head.
"What's on the schedule for today?" She whispered.
You whined and grabbed her hips. "My tongue and your tongue are due for a meeting in your office."
Santana's breathed hitched momentarily at your forwardness. She chuckled and removed your hands from her, stepping around you to gain some space.
"I thought we were being professional in the office."
You pouted, facing her. "You do realise that we've broken that rule several times now," you whispered loudly.
"You're cute when you pout." Her comment threw you off guard and a faint blush adorned your cheeks. Santana calling you cute was the last adjective you thought she would ever use. And judging by her wide eyes you thought maybe she was just as surprised. Had she ever called anyone cute before?
It took a few beats for you to find your words again. "I'm blushing, oh god," you whispered, ducking your head in embarrassment.
"Perfect," Santana muttered, before clearing her throat and walking over to your desk. You followed her and watched as she opened your laptop. She smiled, seeing your background which made you blush even more. It was a picture of you and your parents back home, sitting on the grass on an open field. You were smiling, wearing a bathing suit and hugging your legs because it turned out to be a cold day.
"I can um," you cleared your throat, "show you the schedule." You walked around your desk and clicked open a document. You both scanned through to today's date and you heard Santana sigh. "I guess we're going across town."
"I guess so," she spoke softly, tugging on her suspenders.
You turned your head and licked your lips. "They look good on you," you complimented.
She smirked and winked at you. "I know."
x
As you were leaving the building, the receptionist returned with a few other staff members and informed Santana that they would take care of any calls. She nodded promptly then led you towards a limousine parked outside.
You gasped. "Is this our ride?"
"Uh huh," she replied simply, as the driver opened the passenger door. She stepped inside and you followed her. It was extremely spacious but you couldn't help but sit close to your boss. You placed your laptop on the other side of you and clasped your hands on your lap.
"I've never been in one of these before," you said in wonderment.
"I can tell," she said chuckling. "I actually hate riding in these, I find it a little pretentious."
You gazed at her, curious. "If you can afford luxurious rides then I say just take advantage of it."
She smiled at you, before leaning over and grabbing a bottle of wine from a large compartment in the wall. She pulled out two glasses as well, handing one to you and then popping open the bottle.
You pursed your lips and cursed at yourself internally for not drinking more at Tina's birthday dinner last night. You suspected Santana wasn't going to get drunk, nor was she going to let you have more than one glass.
She slid beside you and poured the wine into your glass. You took a sip as she poured herself a glass. It was magical and you quickly glanced at the name on the bottle before she placed it back in its compartment.
"Liquid courage," she murmured, before taking a sip.
"Are the people we're seeing important?"
"Oh yeah," her eyes widened momentarily. "So we have to be on our best behaviour."
You snorted. "You mean you do." She smirked back at you. You actually liked this harmless flirtatious banter. It was interesting seeing her reactions rather than kissing her and having your eyes closed so you weren't able to see her at all.
x
You were half an hour into your trip and Santana was watching you write down notes on your laptop. She had informed you of the company name and the director of operation's name. You googled the company on your phone and wrote down some of the back story so you at least had knowledge going into the meeting.
You were positive that Santana knew a lot already, considering that she mentioned these people were important. Once you closed your laptop, you sat in a silence beside your boss, wondering if because you were know more alone that she would answer some of your impending questions.
"So what do you do when you're not working?" You decided to ask first off.
Santana released a short breathy laugh. "I'm never not working."
"You have to have at least some spare time," You urged.
"Not really," Santana replied, shrugging. "I focus on my career and the money I make, nothing else is primarily important."
Santana's outlook on life stunned you. She was money hungry and obviously not into relationships because every time you were intimate or affectionate Santana would change the subject or leave. You wanted to show your boss that money was indeed not everything.
"What were you doing at the club then?"
Santana's eyebrows raised and she smirked. She slid across the seat, super close to you and rested her hand on her chin.
"Honestly?" You nodded eagerly. "I haven't been out in a long time, but I had a feeling you would be there so I wanted to see what you were really like outside of work."
"How about the first time? When you watched me dance but didn't talk to me."
"The girl I was having lunch with the other day is my oldest friend and she begged me to be her wingman that night, so I did," Santana stared at you deeply, "ended up paying more attention to you though."
You pursed your lips and blushed, embarrassed to be informed of Santana's intrigued in you, especially because of how open she was being for the first time.
"This is cool," you exclaimed, nodding.
"What?" Santana snorted. "Now you know a few insignificant details about your boss?"
"Are you married?" You suddenly asked.
"Hell no, hence the miss Lopez"
"Is your oldest friend also your girlfriend?"
Santana raised her eyebrows. "You think I'd be kissing you, making you come, if I had a girlfriend?"
You gulped. Santana looked offended. She faced the front of the limo and folded her arms.
"Sorry, that was rude," you responded softly.
"It's fine," Santana dismissed. "I just wouldn't ever cheat. I might not have the capacity to be in a committed relationship, but I would never cheat," Santana reiterated.
You simply nodded, because you weren't about to press her buttons further and make her angry before the important meeting. You decided to move an inch closer to the window and watch the city pass by. You turned back to Santana to ask what her favourite part about LA was, but she was staring at her phone, probably doing something important, so you kept your mouth shut.
x
It took almost an hour and a half to reach the destination. What stayed on your mind was the fact Santana admitted she could not be in a committed relationship, but didn't specify why. You obviously wanted to know more about her personal life, but at the moment you were both heading into a building that stretched far beyond the clouds.
You slid out of the limo and adjusted your skirt quickly. You were about to turn around and take Santana's hand to help her out of the limo but the driver had already reached the passenger side and guided her out.
She wore a hard expression, holding her briefcase close to her side. You pursed your lips and waited for her to walk ahead so you could follow. Two men walked over the both of you as you entered the building and after scanning the extravagant foyer, you smiled at them, stretching your hand out.
"Brittany Pierce, Miss Lopez's personal assistant." You didn't know where your initiative sprung from but as you turned to your boss she wore a subtle smirk. She shook them men's hand and they led you both down a hallway.
"Mr Peril is a very busy man, so this meeting will have to be shortened," one of the men explained. You pouted, because you had come across town just to see this guy who was deemed too busy for a meeting that Santana had claimed was important.
Santana seemed to maintain her hard expression though, as much as you knew she was feeling agitated. It was just how she worked, you guessed. If things weren't going her way she would still do the best she could.
The four of you entered an elevator and you stood behind the men beside Santana. You'd be in there for seventeen floors and you hoped that a topic would arise for conversation to ensue. The last thing you wanted was for there to be awkward tension between you and Santana.
You bit your bottom lip as the elevator climbed, then felt a light tickle on your wrist. You gazed down and noticed Santana's fingers gliding across your skin and you smiled. Your body began to heat up at how light and electrifying her touch was.
Her fingers moved down to your palm and began scratching there lightly. You wondered if that was initiation for a hand hold, but how could it be? She was your boss and you weren't alone. She didn't commit and only wanted you to assist her and make out with her. There was no emotional attachment. You mustered up the courage however to move your fingers and they collided with hers. You swore her breath hitched slightly.
You were about to place your fingers between the gaps in hers when the elevator came to a complete stop and the doors opened. You sighed in disappointment but remained poised, following the men down the hallway towards a large white door. They pushed it open and you were instantly blinded by sunlight. The walls in the room were all completely glass and a short, chubby man sat at one end of a mahogany, vintage carved table.
"Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce," one of the men announced, before they both left the room. Mr Peril spread his arms out lovingly and grinned.
"Santana Lopez, my favourite businesswoman!"
Santana walked over to him and kissed both of his cheeks before sitting at the opposite end of the table. You walked over and shook his hand, noticing the way his eyes dragged down your body. You internally cringed and pulled your hand back.
"Brittany," Santana said suddenly, "come sit down." You figured she had noticed the man's leering and you smiled in thanks for saving you. You opened your laptop after sitting down and clicked on the Word application. You loved making titles for meetings, so you thought hard about what to call this one.
"So what brings you down here today specifically?" The man spoke jovially.
Santana didn't even smile nor break a sweat. She looked like she was on a mission and you were utterly turned on. You averted your eyes towards your screen again and slid your fingers across the keys.
"We're cutting our ties with your company," your boss stated.
The man's gleam left his eyes. "What do you mean? Our companies have been working together since before you were born."
"That was when my father owned the company, but that's in the past. We no longer need your services," Santana spoke sternly, causing the man to quiver slightly. It seemed the companies partnership meant more to him than to Santana.
"Please Santana, don't let your father's personal defects cause you to make silly decisions…"
"You were there that night am I right?"
The man's bottom lip shook and he began to rub his hands nervously. You had no idea what they were talking about but you were glad you knew one more detail about Santana's life.
"What's done is done —" Santana's hand slammed down on the table, causing you to flinch.
"You've known my mother for thirty plus years and you did not try and stop my father from making the worst decision of his life, so don't give me that crap!"
This was the first time Santana had shown a great deal of anger. You were almost concerned for the man's safety. You figured out a title and typed it out. 'Peril in a great deal of peril'. You typed nothing after that, because this turned out not to be a business meeting at all. You realised that you would have to delete Mr Peril from the schedule.
"I cannot apologise for my part enough, but I won't let you throw away decades of progress," the man urged.
Santana pulled out some documents from her briefcase and slid them over to the man, along with a ball point pen.
"You have no choice, sign these papers."
"I will not!" The man stood up in a huff.
"Mr Peril," Santana also stood, "do not think for a second that I can't and won't destroy your reputation as a high profile businessman. I know your wife, I know the business people you have made questionable deals with and that you owe debts to a lot of powerful people," she folded her arms defiantly, "you owe my mother and I this, so sign it."
The man seemed to finally relent and show remorse. He muttered a few incoherent words to himself before snatching the pen and signing each document. You bit your nails as you watched the exchange, unsure of whether to say what was on your mind. You knew Santana would either appreciate input or shun you, so you just took the risk.
You closed your laptop and walked over to the man as Santana gathered the documents.
"It was not a pleasure doing business with you, have a bad day," you said, trying to sound authoritative. The man stared at you blankly. You turned swiftly and exited the room, Santana following behind you.
"Nice one," she whispered when she caught up to you. She wore a smile for the first time since the limo. You couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as you entered the elevator. You heard your stomach growl and Santana snickered.
"Shh," you whispered.
"Hungry?" Santana asked.
You pursed your lips. "A little."
"There's a restaurant across the street," she explained, "they make really great pasta."
You smirked. "I could honestly eat anything right now." Santana caught your gaze and returned your smirk.
"So naughty," she breathed.
x
Santana was right, the pasta was indeed the best you've ever had. The restaurant was extravagant with high ceilings and chandeliers above each table. You looked at Santana over the edge of your glass and noticed that she was using her fork to play with her food.
"What are you thinking about?"
Her eyes flickered up at you, then back to her food. "My mom. What are you thinking about?"
You shrugged. "Debra Messing, hypercubes…and you."
A small smile graced her lips. "I guess since you know part of the story it wouldn't hurt to reveal the rest."
You nodded, sending her a warm smile. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not going to ask about your personal life because you're my boss and that wouldn't be —"
"Appropriate?" Santana chimed in with a smirk.
You giggled. "Yeah."
"Well we've already crossed that line, so it wouldn't hurt to cross another right?" You nodded and she placed her fork down. "My father was the head of the company before I took over. I thought that he wanted to retire to go travelling with my mom and buy a nice lake house," she rolled her eyes, "you know, all the normal shit people do when they retire."
"My Uncle Derek stared a dog grooming business when he retired from politics," you deadpanned.
Santana snorted. "So my dad didn't do anything awesome like that," her expression turned sour, "he actually started spending late nights out with some of his business friends, trying to regain his teenage years back. He ended up cheating on my mom with this woman he met a club and I've been sorting out his professional affairs, trying to cut ties with all the businessmen that were there that night. I just don't want to be involved with people like that."
It registered finally why Santana looked so upset that Sunday at work. "That was why you looked sad when I came to work Sunday?"
She nodded. "I'd been told about the affair weeks before that, but it all just built up you know? I wasn't going to explain it then, because I barely knew you and you didn't need your bosses issues. I didn't know if you already had stuff going on so…" She trailed off, picking up her fork again.
"You might be my boss but I consider you much more than that Santana," you said softly. "You can count on me with anything, professional and personal. I don't do much in my spare time so if you need me to work weekends or late nights I'm totally up for that."
Santana just nodded again. Her lips disappeared into her mouth. You wondered what she was thinking but didn't want to ask twice. So you both sat in silence, finishing your own meal while Santana played with hers.
Fifteen minutes later you left the restaurant. You walked over to the limo and Santana apologised to the driver for taking so long. He didn't seem to mind. You slid in first and Santana entered shortly after, sitting by the door. You wondered why she was being distant. You hoped you hadn't overstepped by stating you consider her more than a boss. You only meant friend, but she might have interpreted that as in you wanted to be more than…
"You're different Brittany, from the rest" she stated.
You frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not only your boss, I'm like your guidance, your security. I feel it's my duty to preserve your wellbeing. You want to know all these things about me that no one in the company has cared to question."
"I just think it would make our jobs easier to know more about each other," you shrugged, "it would mean that we were in tune together like when people perform duets."
Santana glanced at you for moment, lost in thought. You sat in silence awaiting a reply. She didn't say anything though. In fact she moved across the seats in silence until she was right beside you. You inhaled sharply when she looked at you with lust filled eyes. She bit her lip and placed a hand over your cheek softly.
"Kiss me," she whispered. You leant forward slightly, Santana's thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. You inhaled and puckered your lips to kiss her finger. She shuddered, intently watching your lips. You poked your tongue out and gently ran your tongue over the pad of her thumb. Her skin was so soft.
You opened your mouth and encased her thumb between your lips, sucking lightly. She shuddered a second time and leant forward in a haste to capture your lips.
You moaned, closing your lips over her bottom one. Your right hand dropped to her thigh and you ran your palm up and down the fabric of her skirt. She lifted her leg slightly and your hand snaked under to grip her thigh, inevitably forcing her to straddle you. Her skirt rode up and you gasped at how soft she was.
She recaptured your lips, sliding her tongue between them and meeting yours. You opened your mouth wider in order for your tongues to duel, the sounds of your lips smacking together wet and almost deafening. You sucked greedily on her bottom lip and ran your hands up towards Santana's waist, pulling at her suspenders emphatically.
It was insane how fast she could turn you on. You tore the suspenders down her arms and blindly began unbuttoning her shirt. She pressed into you and moaned into the kiss, nibbling on your lips until she made you moan in return.
She pulled back from the kiss, her forehead resting against yours and her breathing rapid.
"Just rip it Brittany," she breathed.
"Santana," you gulped, "it's expensive —" She broke your speech as she pushed your hands away and ripped her own shirt open, revealing a black lace bra. She then grabbed your hands and placed them over her breasts, forcing you to massage them. "Fuck," you gasped.
She began rocking into you and you bucked your hips. You leant forward and planted wet kisses all over her neck, down to her chest and then on the curve of her breasts. Her fingers ran through your hair, tugging sharply every time your lips met a sensitive part of her skin - which seemed to be everywhere.
You needed to feel every part of her, but the limo was not a place to do it. You practically threw her onto the sofa after you were satisfied in touching her boobs. You kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs as she leant up on her elbows to watch you. Your eyes caught hers and you smirked, placing hot kisses up her thighs. Your lips then hovered over her left knee and you lifted her leg up, so her calf rested on your shoulder. You then dragged down her knee high tights, slowly, causing Santana to squirm in anticipation. After you discarded both tights, you dragged your teeth back up her thigh.
Her head flung back when you bit down. "Brittany, fuck…"
You tugged her underwear off and discarded it somewhere on the floor. Then you licked a trail up her right thigh and stared directly at her dripping pussy. She pulled your hair back in order to see your face, her breathing still rapid and unsteady.
You kissed her mound softly, then brushed your lips down over her clit and down the length of her folds. She tasted incredible and you hadn't even had your tongue inside of her yet. You wrapped your arms around her thighs and rested your palms on top, in order to pull her closer.
"Brittany," she moaned. You wished you could hear that all day long.
You leant forward and opened your mouth, sucking on her folds and sticking your tongue out to plunge inside of her, wasting no time. She released a choked moan, her head flying back once more and her hands loosening from your hair.
You moaned as the taste of her filled your senses, leaving you almost immobile like she always did. You kept your tongue moving though - in and out, before running it upward towards her clit. You kissed the swollen skin softly at first, enjoying the way she shuddered. Then you widened your mouth and sucked, hard and fast until her back arched from the seat and her moaning became relentless.
It took almost a minute for her body to completely still. You gripped her thighs tight and wiggled your tongue against her clit, before running your mouth up and down her pussy, tasting all of her.
"I can't — Fuck I'm gonna come!"
You whimpered, but didn't stop moving your lips. You soaked up all of her, every last drop. She was addictive.
Her legs tensed and she fell back completely against the chair. Her face screwed up and she kept releasing sharp, choked whimpers. You had just made your boss orgasm.
