Santana stretches her arms out, inviting Brittany to climb in bed, on top of her. Brittany hesitates for a moment, staring at Santana warily and silently asking if she's sure.
"Come here," Santana whispers.
Brittany would never walk away from the opportunity to cuddle Santana. However, she feels as though Santana isn't just asking for an innocent cuddle. She gives in though, allowing her knees to hit the bed first as she crawls over Santana's body until she's resting her hands beside the brunette's head.
Santana breathes in heavily as she stares in Brittany's eyes, wondering what the blonde is thinking. She doesn't know exactly what she was thinking when she told Brittany to come to her, but being this close to the blonde is invigorating to say the least.
"I don't want to press down against you in case my baby pops into your stomach," Brittany says softly.
Santana's lips curve up. "You say silly things when you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous I'm serious," Brittany retorts instantly.
"You're not nervous?" Santana questions with a small smirk playing at her lips. She doesn't give Brittany time to answer because she presses her body upwards so her thighs and stomach rolls slowly against the blondes.
Brittany inhales a sharp breath and her eyes close momentarily. "Maybe a little nervous," she whispers.
"I can't help myself around you," Santana admits.
"I can tell." Brittany sends Santana a small smile which the brunette returns. "But you keep telling me we shouldn't and you were just in here with Phoebe."
"I haven't had sex with Phoebe," Santana blurts out. Brittany's eyes go wide in surprise. She doesn't understand a relationship without sex, but that's just her personal way of life. Santana's is much different.
The blonde pinches her lips together as she thinks of reasons why Santana wouldn't have sex with Phoebe. She feels relieved but still curious.
"Why?"
Santana shrugs a little. "I'm never really in the mood."
"Do you tell her that?" Brittany asks.
"No," the brunette shakes her head, "I tell her I have my period."
"Every time?" Brittany asks in an amused tone.
"Most of the time," Santana answers quietly. "When I was with you I was ready to take my clothes off and let you touch me everywhere you wanted," her voice shakes with every word, "but with Phoebe I'm not even ready to take my guard down just yet."
"I can't believe you just spoke of that night."
"I've been wanting too for a while, I just didn't know how."
Brittany's eyes flicker all over Santana's face as she leans her whole body down slowly, resting her stomach on top of Santana's. She wants to talk about that night but at the same time she wants to relive it, right now.
"Let's talk about it some other time, right now I just want…" Brittany's voice fades as she leans down and flicks Santana's nose with her own. Santana's hands automatically fall to the blonde's thighs and she squeezes them slightly.
Brittany bites her lip and rubs her body against Santana's. The brunette swallows hard and digs her nails into Brittany's thighs. Brittany shifts so one of her legs is between Santana's and she presses down hard again so her fabric covered mound rolls like a wave against Santana's leg. With every roll Santana can feel her body heat up and she licks her lips continuously so they don't get dry. Her whole body is on fire because of Brittany's calculated motions on top of her. She can't help but return the favour by pushing up her right leg so her thigh hits the blonde's core.
"Mmph," Brittany moans. She buries her head in the crook of Santana's neck as her underwear becomes soaked by the second. Her hips continuously jut forward on the own accord, slipping carelessly up and down Santana's thigh.
This isn't cheating, Santana thinks to herself over and over as a reminder. She can't believe she and Brittany are humping right now and there isn't a care in her head about how Phoebe would feel if she knew what was happening.
"Don't stop," Brittany whispers when she realises Santana hasn't been pressing back into her in a while. "Santana…"
"Ugh!" The way Brittany moaned her name was too much and it caused the humping to intensify fast. Santana presses her hands against the blonde's lower back and grinds against her to find release. She can't help but inhale the blonde's scent and eventually taste it. Her tongue slips out to glide alone Brittany's jaw. It's an awkward angle but the blonde is still able to revel in the brunette's soft tongue.
"Oh fuck," Santana says breathlessly, grinding against her roommate as hard and as fast as she can. Brittany is matching her speed, listening to the sound of their thighs smacking together as she hump.
It isn't sex, but it's getting Santana off faster than sex with anyone else ever did. Their breaths are ragged and moans are released from their lips every few seconds. Both girls become closer and closer to reaching their climax and once Brittany grabs Santana's legs and holds them around her, they do.
"Ahh, god," Brittany screams.
"Fuck, mm."
Silence envelopes the room as they catch their breaths and Brittany rolls off Santana, but remains facing her. Santana turns over, wiping the sweat off her upper lip and subtly feeling her underwear to discover how soaked it became.
"Kiss me," Brittany whispers.
Santana's breath catches in her throat, but she manages to shake her head. "No."
Brittany narrows her eyebrows yet nods in acceptance. Kissing is the most intimate activity she's ever experienced and requires both parties to be willing. She knows in her heart that Santana wants too, that's what gives her hope for the future.
"I'll ask again tomorrow," Brittany replies.
Santana giggles and leans forward, pressing a light kiss to the blonde's nose. Brittany scrunches her face up, causing Santana to laugh louder.
"Maybe since I'm pregnant and horny all the time this could be a little thing we do…" The blonde suggests apprehensively.
Santana's right eyebrow shoots up. "You want to use me?"
"No," Brittany sighs. "Forget it I'll just think of something else to release my arousal."
Santana laughs again. "Masturbation?"
Brittany pouts. "I get tired so easily though."
"Have you thought of using a toy?" Santana smirks, watching the blonde's face light up.
"That's perfect!" Brittany answers.
"You are." Santana replies instantly with a wide grin, which soon fades when she realises how cheesy she just sounded. Brittany grins back in response and pokes Santana's cheek.
"Nobody is perfect honey," Brittany leans up, her face hovering just above Santana's. "But if anyone is, it's you." She then slides off of the bed and walks out of Santana's bedroom, ready to take the longest cold shower of her life… right after she throws out her underwear.
When Brittany steps into work the following week her co-worker Carly snorts at her from her desk. Brittany frowns but continues walking, noticing from the corner of the way the Carly glares at her stomach.
"You aren't fooling me honey," Carly remarks.
"Excuse me?" Brittany replies softly. She scurries over to Carly's desk and stands next to a pile of papers.
"You're pregnant," Carly whispers, "a few of the girls around the office were talking about it but I convinced them not to tell the boss."
"I'm not even showing that much," Brittany responds.
"But you never drink alcohol around the office like the rest of us and you pack your own lunch so it's kind of obvious," the woman explains.
"Right, well thanks for keeping quiet. I really need this job."
"All good," Carly shrugs, "so tell me about your hubby…" Brittany clears her throat and offers Carly a weak smile. "Oh," Carly's eyes go wide, "you're not married?"
"I'm single."
"But the baby's father is helping out right?"
"I don't know…"
"Oh god," Carly sighs, "you're more messed up that I thought."
Brittany's eyes start to water as she comes to the realisation that she might not ever find her baby's father. What if other people start to ask about the father? She can't keep saying she doesn't know the identity of the man because she'll never make friends that way.
Brittany needs friends, she needs support and comfort. Santana has been giving her that, and more. Santana is five friends in one and Brittany adores her for understanding. But she also wonders if the reason Santana did stay was because she felt something that night they slept together and maybe she's staying to figure out her feelings. Brittany wishes Phoebe wasn't there to cloud Santana's judgement.
Brittany sniffles and walks away from Carly. She wipes her nose so her other co-workers don't witness her tears and heads straight for the copy room. She picks her phone out of her pocket and opens her text messages. She quickly types out a message for Santana and leans back against the wall, waiting for a reply.
Santana arrives at Brittany's office 15 minutes after she received a text from her. She jogs down a hallway and into a room full of people running around and desks at every turn. Once she finds a door that has a large label on the front saying 'COPY ROOM' Santana stops and takes a breath.
She opens it slowly, her head entering the room first before her body. Once she sees Brittany slumped over against the wall she hurries over to her and places her hands on the blonde's cheeks.
"What's the matter Britt?"
"I wish you were the dad," the blonde mumbles.
Santana grins, wiping the girl's teary cheeks with her thumbs. "When I was seven my Abuela told me that wishes don't come true. But I wished for a friend that looks completely opposite to me and has characteristics that I wish I had. That wish came true Britt."
The blonde turns her head slightly, kissing the edge of Santana's palm before inhaling shakily and forcing a tight smile up her roommate.
Santana has always found people crying fascinating – especially up close. She loves that Brittany's blue eyes shine after they fill with tears. Her nose turns red as well as her cheeks and her bottom lip quivers creating a dimple in her chin.
"You're smiling at me crying," Brittany whines.
Santana laughs. "Sorry, you're just really pretty when you cry."
Brittany sniffles and stares into Santana's eyes. She licks the tears floating her upper lip and leans forward to rest her forehead against the brunette's.
"Is Phoebe pretty when she cries?" The blonde asks in a small, vulnerable voice.
"I haven't seen her cry," Santana confesses, "but there's something about the way you cry that makes me want to watch you forever."
"You might see her cry and want to watch her forever," Brittany responds weakly.
"How can I watch her when I'm always watching you?" Santana states rather than asks. Brittany shows a tiny smile that's barely visible in the dark copy room. There's a dim light hanging in the middle of the ceiling that isn't hitting them where they sit in the room.
"Please don't ever stop watching me," Brittany pleads.
Santana tilts the blonde's head up with her fingers. "Even when I die."
Silence envelopes the room as both girls stare at each other, calculating one another's thoughts through their stares. Brittany wants to say so much, yet her mouth isn't opening. She doesn't want to move from this position either. Looking at Santana this close is her new favourite thing.
The brunette realises how close they are and feels the desire to kiss Brittany weighing on her hard, so she clears her throat and stands up, helping the blonde up as well.
"Now get back to work and show them how great you are," Santana demands lightly. Brittany giggles and walks past the brunette, her head higher than before.
She stops just in front of the door and turns her head. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"I have a meeting at 4:30 but the rest of my night is free."
"Awesome, I want to take you somewhere," Brittany says with a small smirk.
Santana's raises her right eyebrow. "That definitely sounds interesting. You can pick me up from school."
Brittany runs off giggling, passing Carly on the way and the girl stares at her weirdly. Brittany just continues smiling and sits at her desk, realising that she actually has to get to work. She remembers that some people need to be called for appointments with her boss and their numbers are somewhere on her desk.
"Aha!" Brittany remarks, remember that she wrote the numbers on sticky notes that she places under her desk. She always feels the paper scrunching against her legs when she rolls forward in her chair and that's why she decided it's the best place for all the important notes.
The blonde realises that the day is going to be slow, but remembering she is going to have fun with Santana tonight keeps the smile plastered on her face.
Santana can't keep her eyes off the clock. The principle of the school is discussing renovating the library – which Santana thinks is stupid because the kids only go in there to sit on the comfy bean bags and completely ignore the books.
Once the clock hits five o'clock Santana bites her lip in anticipation.
"Okay you can all get going," the principle announces. Santana is the first to leap from her chair and pack her things. Her eyes flicker towards the door for a moment and she freezes.
Phoebe is grinning through the window and waving. The rest of Santana's co-workers pack up and leave while Phoebe walks in in a seductive motion. Her hips swing wildly as she struts towards Santana pushing her against the table and giving her a sloppy kiss.
"Mm," Santana pushes Phoebe back, "what the hell are you doing? This is my work."
"Oh c'mon have a little fun Santana," Phoebe responds aggressively.
"Not now," Santana pushes the girl back as she leans in again, "I have to be somewhere."
Phoebe rolls her eyes. "Well it can wait because I booked us a table for two at Lana Avenue."
"How the hell did you manage that?" Santana asks loudly.
"My friend is a chef there," Phoebe shrugs, "now come on, let's get out of here I'm starving."
Santana shakes her head. "I have plans."
"Santana I'm your girlfriend, I come first."
The Latina wants to throw a punch at that moment. She wants to scream that Brittany comes first, but then her girlfriend will ask why and Santana's underboob will get sweaty because she doesn't know how to tell her girlfriend that Brittany is pregnant and she wishes she was the father.
She grabs her phone and texts Brittany that she'll make it up to her. Phoebe grabs her hand and drags her out of the school and into the parking lot. Santana immediately notices a car similar to Brittany's speed off out of the lot.
"Shit," Santana curses to herself. "No."
Brittany can't get the image of Phoebe and Santana against the desk out of her mind. She's always imagined walking into Santana's classroom and fucking her on the desk but now that she's seen Phoebe attempt to do it, the image isn't so tasteful.
Her foot hits the accelerator hard as she swerves past traffic. She's tearing up again and her biggest wish at that moment is that Santana turns up and tells her she's pretty again.
She wished Santana would have felt her heart then.
Brittany pulls up outside a sex shop and hurries inside in case there is anyone around the area that could spot her. She walks through a few isles, smiles awkwardly at the woman at the counter and finally finds the vibrators.
Her eyes catch a tall, thick pick one with a little rabbit attached to the centre. Brittany grabs a box and walks over to the counter.
"The little bunny is psycho," the girl says with a grin.
"Oh," Brittany smiles small, "cool."
"Have fun sweetheart."
Brittany smiles again, in thanks this time and hurries out of the store. She gets in her car and contemplates trying the vibrator out, but unfortunately her windows aren't tinted and there are a group of men smoking and laughing outside.
She shakes her head and starts the engine. Her hands are shaking. Either because she's never held a vibrator or she's thinking too much again. It started raining when she stopped at the first traffic light and slowly became heavier the closer she got to her apartment.
Is it a sign? She hopes Phoebe and Santana aren't there.
Once she pulls up and catches the lift to her apartment her hands have stopped shaking. She steps inside and finds a note on a counter from Puck. He's gone on a date with a girl across the hall. A date always means a one night stand with Puck.
Brittany unzips her wet hoodie and throws it in the bathroom. She heads to her room and throws off the rest of her clothes into the bathroom, leaving her in her underwear. She sits on the bed with the box in her hand, running her fingers along a picture of the vibrator stuck on the front of the box.
She hears the front door open and close but she doesn't lift her head until Santana says a quiet hello at her door.
"You didn't reply to my text."
"I didn't want too," the blonde responds quietly.
Santana nods and holds up a plastic bag. "I bought you something." She looks down at what Brittany's holding and her eyes widen. "No way."
She pulls out a box from the plastic bag and holds it beside the box in Brittany's hand. Brittany narrows her eyes.
"Wow," she whispers.
"I guess we had the same idea," Santana says with a breathy laugh.
Brittany pinches her lips together and grabs the box from Santana's hand, giving her the one she was holding. "You can use mine and I'll use yours."
"I don't really…"
"You need it as much as I do," Brittany interrupts with a slight smirk.
Santana stands up and carries the box to her room. Once she closes the door she stares at the picture of the vibrator while her fingers play with the opening of the box. She shakes her head and throws the box beside her bedside table.
Brittany never thought she would see Puck and Santana acting civil, let alone having dinner together at the table. She arrived home late as her boss wanted a detailed explanation about why she was in the copy room for so long. She had to make up for the 23 phone calls she missed during her absence and book appointments for her boss asap.
She thought she might just be in a dream because her day was that tiring. However, when Santana gasped her name in surprise Brittany snapped open her half lidded eyes and nodded promptly.
"Are you alright Britt?"
"Uh yeah," she mumbles, walking over to the table, "how come you two are acting so nice to each other?"
"Santana is straight now and wants to jump on my di–"
Santana eyes bulge. "Shut up Puckerman! He's just kidding Britt," the brunette rolls her eyes, "Puck thinks he found the perfect apartment so he could be moving out by the end of the week!"
Puck sighs. "Jeez, I can tell you'll be planning the moving out celebration."
Santana sends the boy her signature bitchy smirk and pulls out a chair for her roommate. "Come on Britt, join us."
The blonde narrows her eyes and shakes her head. "No thanks, I'm just going to go to bed."
The truth is in her words only 50%. Brittany is super tired, but she also doesn't feel like being around Santana at the moment. She hates that she forgives the girl so easily for hurting her. It's not a big deal that she cancelled on Brittany for her girlfriend, it's just that... Yes! It is for that reason and Brittany just needs time for herself.
She throws her bag on the sofa and treads slowly to her room. Santana follows the blonde closely, stopping the bedroom door as Brittany attempts to close it.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
"Please go away Santana," Brittany mutters, applying a slight pressure against the door. Deep down she's thinking the opposite, but the words just won't reach her lips. The brunette pouts, getting the hint from her roommate and stepping back.
"Let me know if you need anything," Santana whispers as she turns around. She joins Puck at the table again and nudges the boy to pour her another drink. Puck looks surprised but slides over two of his own beers and smirks.
"This night won't get interesting unless we both take risks," he explains.
"How is drinking beer a risk?" Santana snorts.
"They're a new kind of beer though, totally illegal."
Santana narrows her eyes at the label on the bottle and scratches it until it peels off, revealing a bud light sticker. Santana smirks and pops the lid off, downing half of the contents. "Let's begin."
Three hours pass until Puck is lying face down on the sofa snoring. Santana is swaying in the living room until she trips over her own two feet and makes a loud thud against the floor. The sound doesn't even wake Puck from his slumber, however Brittany comes storming out of her room with animated steam coming from her ears. Santana makes inaudible noises from the floor and drools a little on the carpet until Brittany reaches her and lifts her up.
"You know that I'm pregnant, you know that I'm cranky, yet you still choose to blast your music and act like a child with Puck for the last three hours," Brittany explains in a tired, aggravated tone. Santana watches the blonde's lips move through blurry vision. She puts all her weight onto Brittany as the blonde drags her to what she suspects is her bedroom.
"Briiiiitt," Santana whines as she falls onto the bed and holds her head to try and stop it from throbbing. "Staaaaay!"
"No," Brittany returns in a stern voice.
"I wa-want yooou."
The blonde halts by her bedroom door and realises that she should probably stay with Santana until she falls asleep. She would however enjoy sleeping on Santana's bed to smell the girl's scent but that's nowhere near as better than actually smelling Santana up close and personal. Brittany sighs, closing her door and slumping down beside her roommate.
"Mm," Santana hums, "so cooosy."
"Shut up," Brittany mumbles.
"Make me," Santana whispers back. Brittany turns to the brunette and is surprised when she finds Santana's brown eyes wide open staring at her.
Brittany gulps. "Don't tempt me."
The brunette's eyes begin to water and she buries her head against Brittany's chest. The blonde frowns, unsure of where the sudden sadness came from. She lifts Santana's head up, holding it in her hands until her heart takes over. She slowly leans forward, her thin pink lips parting allowing her heavy breaths to hit Santana's mouth.
"You kissed me when I was sad," the blonde whispers, "I'm just returning the favour."
Santana gulps, her tongue darting out to slide across her upper lip. "I guess it's just something we do."
Brittany stops moving, her eyebrows narrowing slightly. She realises how sober Santana just sounded and that maybe this is a bad idea. The brunette isn't slurring but she isn't objecting Brittany's advances either. An acute part of Brittany's mind is telling her that she should walk away now and save herself from the pain Santana's words will give her tomorrow.
However, Santana isn't pushing Brittany away. The blonde still smells the alcohol on Santana's lips but that doesn't mean it's invading her heart and causing her to be this close to her roommate.
"Hurry up and kiss me before I fall asleep," Santana orders in a tired voice which causes Brittany to smile brightly.
"Goodnight," the blonde answers, turning over on the bed to face the wall so she isn't tempted by Santana's plump lips anymore.
Santana wakes up during the night... well, early morning and notices as she stares beside her that Brittany isn't there anymore. It's very hot in their apartment for some reason, but Santana thinks it just could be her hangover.
She treads outside her roommates bedroom towards the kitchen and notices out of the corner of her eye her bedroom door opened slightly. Taking a detour, Santana creeps towards her bedroom and presses the tips of her fingers against the door, opening it and revealing Brittany on her bed. But she isn't sleeping.
Santana quickly covers her mouth to block the shocked gasp that threatened to escape. Brittany's hand is moving viciously beneath her underwear and the blonde's back is arched. Her lips are sucked into her mouth and her eyes are closed so she can't see the one audience member watching her. Santana doesn't feel awkward though - shocked a little - but not awkward. She nibbles her lower lip as she tortures herself by watching Brittany masturbate. She immediately wonders if she's using her vibrator but realises she can't hear a noise. Then she snaps her head around, remembering that Puck was somewhere in the living room before Brittany told her off. The boy is still in the place he fell asleep and Santana sighs in relief.
She turns back towards the blonde, aching to touch herself while she watches. But she doesn't have time to even lift her hand because Brittany's eyes open and stare straight into Santana's. The brunette's heart beat speeds up and she contemplates hurrying off and forgetting what she saw. But she is so used to avoiding things with Brittany, mostly sexual, that she decides to stay and wait.
Brittany toes flex and her body relaxes. With Santana watching, Brittany feels inclined to keep going - whether it is out of torture to show what Santana is missing out on or whether she just needs a release regardless of if Santana is there or not. Brittany runs her fingers up and down her folds slowly, pressing them down on her clit every time she reaches it. Her free hand grasps Santana's bed sheets firmly as she enters herself. Two fingers.
Santana wonders how many fingers Brittany can fit inside her. She wonders how the girl tastes and if her wet folds are as soft as her body. For another five seconds Santana stands in the door way, but during the next eight, Santana closes the door and walks over to her bed, sitting on the edge of it, her eyes still glued to Brittany.
"Don't ever stop watching me," the blonde whispers in the dark. Santana remembers Brittany saying these words recently; they never left her mind.
This isn't cheating. This is observing someone beautiful do something even more beautiful to themselves. This is the scene in that film you always skip too. The role of the lover is Santana's if she wants it, the brunette just has to decide whether or not she wants to be an extra or take the lead.
A/N: Sorry for the longish wait. All your reviews have been wonderful to read and I do enjoy suggestions so if you want to see anything specific I will definitely try to fit it in. I have a fic rec because I've been obsessed with this one for months; Urban Ink by Fanwriting. It's incredible!
The next update will hopefully be sooner now that I'm on holidays so keep an eye out !
