Two months may seem like a long time, but for Brittany they fly by. She can hardly believe that for the past couple of months she has been living with Santana, and has enjoyed every second of it. She's always dreamed about living a life where she's happy and safe, and she's positive that she's now found that with Santana. Although she may not be the brunette's equal, Brittany finds that Santana always cares for her and treats her with respect, which is something she never thought was going to happen. Santana makes her feel human, along with making her feel a lot of other things.
Currently, the two of them are sitting in a small diner having breakfast before they go to Santana's work. Ever since Brittany started accompanying Santana to work instead of staying at home all day, the pair had made it tradition to stop off at their local diner down the street for breakfast. It's always really quiet, which is good because they can spend time absorbed in their own thoughts, or they can spend time talking about anything and everything. Brittany likes it because it's a relaxing environment where they can just enjoy each other's company, and they also do the best pancakes she's ever tasted, and so she never gets tired of eating them.
Brittany is sure that one of the best parts of her day is when she helps Santana at her work. She loves being at the office with Santana because she learns a lot there. Santana works with a lot of smart people and sometimes when they're not business, they take the time to teach her things. Just the other day, Kate, one of the assistants at the office, taught her how to send emails. She even set Brittany up her own email account, so that she could send them to other people. So far, she's only sent them to Santana, but she likes the fact that she could send them to anyone if she wanted to. It's exciting for her.
However, there is one thing that Brittany doesn't like at the office, and that's the rules that come with being there. When Santana and Brittany are at the office, Brittany has to call her Mistress 'Miss Lopez', just like everyone else. She doesn't know why, but Santana requested that she do so, and so Brittany knows she has to. She wishes she didn't because she loves referring to Santana as her Mistress, but if it makes the brunette happy then she can't complain. The other rule Santana has at the office is that under no circumstance are they allowed to kiss. She doesn't understand that rule either, but since this is Santana's place of work, Brittany has to do her best to abide to the rules. She would hate for Santana to be disappointed in her.
"Do you know what I don't understand?" Santana huffs as she takes a sip of her black coffee. "Why places feel the need to play Christmas music when we have just started November! It's practically still two months away."
"Oh Mistress, it isn't that bad." Brittany answers in amusement to her Mistress' statement. "I love Christmas."
"Oh really?" Santana tilts her head to the side curiously. "Do you do anything special to celebrate?"
"No, not really Mistress." Brittany shakes her head, in thought. "My family didn't really have the money to celebrate Christmas, but we would always spend the day together which was nice. Sometimes, we would get presents... my sisters usually did, but sometimes I didn't. It was okay though, I guess they did their best."
Santana's heart sinks when she hears what Brittany has to say. She'd think that she'd be used to hearing about how sad Brittany's past has been by now. However, the blonde reveals a new part of her past, Santana's heart always breaks for the her. She can't believe someone who is so pure, innocent and sweet can still remain that way despite going through so much. It baffles her. Santana's pretty certain that Brittany's parents probably didn't try their hardest, but she keeps her thoughts to herself. There's no way she's going to upset Brittany over this.
"I don't usually celebrate Christmas." Santana reveals as she takes a bite of her panini. She watches how Brittany deflates in her seat a little bit, and she can't help but think it's kind of adorable. "I promise though, that this Christmas we will celebrate properly and it'll be the best one ever."
"Really?" Brittany's eyes light up. "You mean that, Mistress?"
"I promise you."
Half an hour later, Brittany and Santana arrive outside of Santana's office. They've got into a routine now, and when Santana unlocks the door and leads them both inside, Brittany takes both her and Santana's jackets and hangs them up on the coat rack in the corner of the room. She then opens the blinds, allowing in a little light, and then opens the window to allow a little bit of fresh air. Once she's satisfied, Brittany makes her way over to Santana's desk, and takes a seat next to her Mistress. When Brittany began accompanying Santana to the office frequently, the Latina made sure that she ordered her a comfortable chair to sit in. Brittany was more than content to sit on the couch at the opposite side of the room, but Santana wanted her closer, and if Brittany's honest, she prefers it much more.
While Santana busies herself with sorting through emails, Brittany takes the time to admire her Mistress' beauty. With her chin resting in her hand, Brittany's eyes glance over the Latina, and Brittany notices how she's frowning at something she's reading. She looks kind of angry, and that doesn't surprise Brittany because what she's come to notice is that usually when they're at Santana's work, she gets angry. Still, Brittany thinks Santana looks absolutely beautiful. In Brittany's eyes, she is the most beautiful woman on the planet.
Sometimes, like right now, Brittany thinks about how she met Santana, and how she's so lucky to be living with her. She's never been more grateful to another human before. Santana has well and truly changed her life, and she doesn't know how she could ever thank her for doing so. The blonde is so content living with her Mistress. It's like it's always meant to be, and she hopes that never, ever changes.
Fifteen minutes into checking her emails, Santana stands up from her seat, causing Brittany to look up from the game of Candy Crush she's playing on Santana's iPad. Brittany can tell that her Mistress is obviously in a bad mood, and she feels sorry for whoever is going to feel her wrath. "I need to go and sort something out." Santana informs Brittany when she notices the questioning look on her face. "Quinn should be arriving here shortly, if she does get here before I come back, just tell her to take a seat in the office, okay?"
"Okay, Mistress."
"Good." Santana practically grunts. "I'll be back soon."
With that, Brittany watches silently as her Mistress storms out of the room. When the door slams shut behind her, she goes back to her game and completes the level. Instead of continuing on though, she closes the app and spins herself around on the office chair, deep in thought. She really doesn't like it when Santana is in a bad mood because it makes everything awkward. When they're at home and Santana's in a bad mood, she can go into another room and stay away from her, or she can cuddle and kiss her until she is happy again. At work, she can't do anything like that. She has to endure an unhappy Santana, and sometimes it's just too much.
A knock on the door causes Brittany to snap out of her thoughts, and she turns in her chair just in time to see Quinn walking through the door. She and Quinn have grown to like each other a lot more over the past couple of months, and although Brittany is still sometimes intimidated by the woman, she's not as bad as Brittany first thought she was.
"Good morning Miss Quinn." She greets with a smile. "Mistress Santana will be back shortly, she asked you to wait here for her."
"Thank you Brittany." Quinn replies, making her way over to the coffee maker and making herself a mug. "Where is Santana?"
"I'm not entirely sure, Miss Quinn." Brittany tells her with a small shrug. "I think she's off to shout at someone."
"Well that does sound like Santana." She chuckles. "How are you finding living with her? Are you enjoying it?"
"I love it, Miss Quinn." Brittany gushes, a smile appearing on her face. "I never thought that I would ever have a Master or Mistress who would care for me the way that Mistress Santana does. She makes me feel safe, wanted and important. I've felt things with her that I've never felt with anyone else before, and everyday I feel as if I learn something new with her."
"That's great to hear!" Quinn enthuses, glad to hear that her best friend has found a Slave as loyal and obedient as Brittany. "Being a slave can be difficult though." She adds seriously. "If you ever need someone to talk to that isn't Santana, just remember you have Rachel and I as well, okay?"
"Thank you, Miss Quinn." Brittany acknowledges the offer, just as the door opens and Santana storms back in. "I really appreciate it."
Santana eyes the two of the blondes wearily as she takes her seat at her desk, but she doesn't say anything. It seems as if her presence has changed the atmosphere in the room because the two women don't say anything else to each other. Instead, Brittany goes back to playing on her iPad, and Quinn seems to be typing something on her phone. She doesn't know why, but it bothers her that Quinn and Brittany have stopped their discussion, but it does. She doesn't understand why they'd go silent when she walked in... unless they were talking about her.
Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Santana begins to pull up the emails and databases that she needs Quinn to look over with her. "Brittany." She says, not bothering to look at her slave. "I need you to swap seats with Quinn."
"Sure, Mistress." Brittany mumbles, distracted by the iPad. "I'll move just now."
Brittany realizes her mistake before Santana does, and she freezes in fear. Santana's head snaps up from the computer screen and she turns to look at Brittany, the anger clear in her eyes. She's sitting so close to her Mistress, that Brittany can see her nostrils flare slightly, and she doesn't think she's ever seen Santana look this angry. Especially not at her. Out of the corner of her eye, the blonde can see Quinn looking at the two of them curiously, and she's positive that her being here is going to make everything worse. Disrespecting Santana when they're on her own is one thing, but disrespecting her in front of her best friend is another.
"I'm sor-"
She's silenced by Santana holding her hand up, signaling her to stay quiet. Brittany bows her head, her cheeks turning red. She didn't mean to upset her Mistress, it was a silly mistake. She wasn't thinking when she spoke. She just wants to be able to apologize, take her punishment and then move on from it. She has a feeling though, that Santana isn't going to let that happen straight away. It makes her nervous.
"Don't try and apologize to me!" Santana snaps harshly. "If you started paying attention instead of focussing on that stupid iPad then this wouldn't have been a problem!"
Brittany visibly flinches at the harshness of Santana's tone. Throughout the past two months, Santana has punished her on numerous occasions, but she's never spoken to her with that much anger and venom before. Santana is always calm and patient with her, she always tells her what she's done wrong and why she's being punished. She's always been so careful, but now, Santana seems to be the opposite and it's all because she accidentally called her 'Mistress'. It's as if Santana is reading her mind because as she thinks these things, Santana's eyes narrow in on her and she looks down to the floor, sinking down in her seat.
"Santana?" Quinn's voice breaks the unbearable silence lingering in the room, and all heads snap to look at her. Santana was so focused on her slave that she forgot her best friend was even there, and it causes her to grow even angrier because she's witnessed it all. "Are you going to punish her or are you going to let it slide? We need to get to work."
"It's none of your damn business what I do!" She growls, glaring at the blonde on the other side of the room. "Why can't you just keep your nose out of things that don't affect you, including my slave, and how I train and punish her!"
Quinn is about to argue back with her best friend, but before she can, Santana spins around to face Brittany once again. "You!" She snarls. "Get out my sight!"
Brittany is pretty sure she feels her heart stop at Santana's words. Santana has never, ever told her to get out of her sight before and she doesn't even think there's words to describe how it makes her feel. She can feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment and humiliation, and her vision becomes blurry from the tears threatening to escape from her eyes so she bows her head.
"Oh stop with the crying!" Santana mocks. "Now do what I say, and get out of my sight! You're offending my eyes!"
Brittany quickly stands up from her seat, and practically sprints out the door, not bothering to pick up her jacket. She doesn't know where she's going to go, or how she's going to get home, but she doesn't think too much about that. All she knows is that she needs out of here because Santana's angry at her, and she really doesn't like the way she's been spoken to. She's just about out the door when someone grabs her wrist, and she turns to see Quinn looking at her.
"Go to the front office and get them to call Puck." Quinn gently says. "He'll come and pick you up and take you home."
/
When Santana returns home from work that evening, she's like a dog with a tail between her legs. After going over some business with Quinn, and then getting a verbal smackdown from her about the way she treated Brittany, Santana spent the remainder of her day reflecting on what had happened. Almost immediately she realized that she was in the wrong, and that she should never of spoken to the blonde that way. Brittany didn't deserve it at all, but it had happened because she was already angry at something else. She used Brittany to take out her frustration on, and she shouldn't have done that.
She understands that Brittany made a mistake, and that she should be punished for it since it's not the first time she's done it. However, she doesn't think she can punish her. She should have dealt with the situation a lot better than she had, but she didn't. Instead she humiliated and upset her slave, and that's punishment enough. She feels horrible about the whole situation.
Santana hears laughter coming from the kitchen, more importantly Brittany's laughter, and so she decides to go through and investigate. She's glad to hear the blonde laughing because after how she treated her today, Santana thinks she deserves to have some fun. As she gets closer to the kitchen, the knot in her stomach grows tighter. She needs to address the problem with her slave, but she's nervous about it.
When she reaches the kitchen, the Latina stops in the doorway and finds Puck, Mike and Brittany all standing around the kitchen island decorating a cake. The other slaves have gotten better at including Brittany in their activities and conversations, but Mike has made the most effort and now the two of them are incredibly close. She's glad that Brittany has another friend that she can confide in, but she hopes she's not spoken about their incident this morning with either of the men. Santana continues to watch them, a smile finding a way onto her face when she sees Brittany's eyes light up as she laughs at something Puck says. She's pretty certain that she's never encountered another human who looks as beautiful as Brittany does, and it only makes her feel more guilty for treating her so poorly.
Santana's pretty sure that Brittany must sense her presence because seconds later, Brittany looks up from the cake and spots her, the sparkle disappearing from her eye as she does so. It doesn't go amiss by Santana, and it makes her stomach sink. Brittany is upset with her, and she has every right to be.
"Brittany..." She clears her throat. "Can you come with me for a minute?"
Brittany doesn't respond verbally. She bows her head and follows Santana out of the room.
When they arrive upstairs in Santana's bedroom, the brunette immediately goes over to her bed and sits down onto it. Her bed has always been there safe place, where they cuddle and talk through everything, and so Santana's hoping that maybe it will happen again this time. However, it seems as if Brittany has other ideas because instead of following her Mistress' lead, she hangs back at the door which is now closed.
"You can sit next to me." Santana tells her, inviting her onto the bed. Brittany doesn't move though, she stays rooted to the spot, staring at the floor which causes Santana to sigh loudly. She doesn't want to order Brittany around, but she at least wants her to have the decency to sit next to her while they talk. "I'm now telling you to come and sit next to me."
Silently, Brittany shuffles over to the bed and lowers herself onto it. Usually, she sits right beside her Mistress, curled into her side, but today she sits at the foot of the bed far away from her. There's nothing she wants more than to have some physical comfort from her Mistress, but she doesn't want it when Santana is so angry with her. She'd rather just suffer.
From where she is sitting, Santana looks over at her slave and she hates to see how sad she looks. She especially hates it because it's her fault that Brittany is acting like this. She could have handled the situation a whole lot better than she did earlier, but the dominant part of her thinks that Brittany needs to get used to the harshness because sometimes it will be like that. Despite that though, Santana knows she was out of line and there was no way she should have spoken to the blonde like that, especially since she had never done so before so it probably threw her completely off guard. All she wants to do is apologize to Brittany, and hold her in her arms for the rest of the evening, but she doesn't know if Brittany would want that. Judging by the way she's sitting with her knees cuddled into her chest, she thinks it may be the last thing she wants.
"Brittany I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you today." Santana breaks the silence between them. "I was really angry at other things, and your tiny mistake just pushed me over the edge today and I took it all out on you." She explains softly. "I shouldn't have spoken to you the way that I did, because you didn't deserve it at all. It's just that I got even more angry when I realized Quinn was in the room because even though she's my best friend, I feel as if I have to act powerful in front of her."
Brittany listens to Santana's words but she doesn't dare look at the woman, because she knows that if she does, she will see how upset Santana looks and will want to forgive her straight away without telling her Mistress how she actually feels. "It's okay." She eventually replies. "You are a powerful woman already, you don't have to make me feel stupid for your friends to think that."
Santana bites her bottom lip in thought as she thinks about what the blonde has just said. She knows she's right, and it only makes her feel more guilty for what happened. "I really am sorry." She apologizes again. "I just want to forget about what happened and move on from it." She tells her. "I'm not going to punish you, I just want to put it behind us, okay?"
Brittany knows that she should probably feel happy at the fact that Santana's decided not to punish her, but for some reason, it leaves an unsettling feeling in her stomach. Even though Santana was mean to her and upset her, Brittany knows that she was in the wrong and still needs to be punished for it. She wants to be, because if she's not, she feels as if she's never going to be able to put it in the past. The punishment is the end for her. It means that she's learned her lesson and will try and not make the mistake again. She needs it to happen.
"Mistress." Brittany speaks, her eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. "I want you to punish me."
"Why?"
"What I did was wrong." Brittany tells her. "I called you Mistress at work when you told me not to. I need to be punished because I made a mistake and the only way I'm going to forgive myself, learn from it and find closure is if I'm punished for it."
Santana sits there with her mouth slightly opened, stunned at what she's hearing. She can't believe that Brittany is being so mature about the whole thing. She's sure that if she told any other slave that they weren't getting punished, they wouldn't protest, but by Brittany doing so, it just shows that her training is paying off and it makes her proud. For the past two months, they've done more training and Brittany has been responding extremely well to it. The only training they haven't done is anything sexual, which Santana is sure will happen eventually.
"I'm proud of you." Santana tells her honestly after a moment of thought. "Now get into position across my lap."
Brittany quickly stands up and pulls her jeans and panties down in one swift motion, and crawls over Santana's lap, settling into position. Santana has tried other punishments on the blonde, but she knows for certain that this is the one Brittany is more comfortable with, which is why she chose it. With everything that has happened today, Santana doesn't want to test her slave's limits more than necessary, so she thinks it's important to stick to a punishment that's old and familiar to her.
"I know you usually count them, but I don't want you to do that today." Santana tells Brittany as she runs the palms of her hands over the blonde's soft cheeks. "You can scream, you can cry, you can do whatever you want, but please don't count or thank me for this punishment."
Santana doesn't want to punish Brittany, but what the blonde says makes sense. She has to do it because this isn't about her. It's about Brittany, and Brittany wants punished so that they can move on from it all, and so she's going to do what she needs to do.
One.
The first spank makes Brittany gasp loudly, but she prepares herself for the next one.
Two.
The second one causes her to grit her teeth, stopping herself from making a sound.
Three.
The third one stings the most and she buries her face into the nearby pillow to muffle her noises.
Four.
She expects the fourth one to make her cry out, like it always does, but this time it doesn't. The fourth one makes her stomach feel funny and she pushes her ass up, preparing herself for the next one.
Five.
The fifth one makes that funny feeling in her stomach come back, and it makes her want more.
Six.
The sixth one makes a moan escape her lips, which she would be embarrassed about if she didn't hear the way Santana gasped in surprise at it.
Seven.
When the seventh spank falls on her ass, Brittany presses her core down onto Santana's thigh, unable to control herself. She doesn't know what she's doing, all that she knows is that it feels good.
Eight.
The eight spank makes her core feel funny. She's never felt like this before, but she's sure that it's wet down there.
Nine.
By the time they reach the ninth spank, Brittany isn't even sure if she can hold her ass up anymore. She does her best, but as soon as Santana's hand comes into contact with it, she collapses down into her lap.
Ten.
When Santana spanks her for the final time, Brittany is positive that for some strange reason she's wet down at her core.
Brittany doesn't move from Santana's lap once the punishment is over. She doesn't have the energy too and so she remains sprawled across her Mistress' lap. She can feel Santana's finger comb through her long blonde hair and it relaxes her, causing her to turn on her side and curl into her Mistress. Santana smiles at the blonde's actions, this is what always happens whenever she finishes punishing the blonde, and she leans over and grabs the tube of lotion that she keeps in her bedside cabinet.
Squirting some onto her hand, Santana begins to gently rub the cream into Brittany's cheeks. As she does so, she feels Brittany involuntary buck her hips into her thigh, pressing her core against it, and it makes the Latina smirk. Sliding her hand down to Brittany's thighs, Santana gently parts them and feels the arousal that's ran down her leg. As soon as Brittany feels Santana's hand there, she grows embarrassed and tries to move from Santana's lap. However, Santana pushes down on her lower back gently, stopping her from moving.
"Did this happen because I spanked you?" Santana asks, keeping her voice soft. "Britt?"
Brittany timidly nods her head, not trusting her voice to actually work.
Santana smiles at the confirmation and then leans down to press a kiss to the blonde's forehead. "It's okay." She mumbles, kissing her forehead again. "Do you know why your body does that?"
This time, Brittany shakes her head.
"When I'm spanking you, there's a part of you that enjoys it, and this is how your body responds to that feeling." Santana explains before continuing to rub the cream in. "When people feel that way, we say that they're aroused and the wetness between your legs is what we call arousal."
"I'm sorry Mistress." Brittany mumbles, hiding her face in shame. "I didn't mean for it to happen."
"You don't need to apologize, it's completely normal." Santana reassures her, kissing her for the third time. "I'm glad that you're responding to the spankings in that way."
Brittany feels slightly better knowing that it's a common thing, and she finally smiles at her Mistress' words. She still lays curled up in her lap, but she shifts slightly so that she can face Santana. "Have you ever felt like that Mistress?" She asks curiously, tilting her head to the side.
"Yeah." She nods. "I have."
Santana fails to mention to her that she's feeling it right now, too.
/
A few days later, Santana finds herself sitting in her office alone.
Instead of bringing Brittany to work with her today, she asked Puck to take her out to the park nearby. Santana knows the importance of allowing her slave to be independent and now that Brittany's been living with her for a couple of months, seems content with everything, and hasn't tried to escape, Santana now thinks this is the right time to begin showing her around the area.
Santana doesn't think she'll ever be happy with letting Brittany roam the streets of Lima alone, but she is aware that she is going to eventually have to let it happen. It's not healthy for herself or for Brittany if she only allows the blonde to go places that she's going to. Brittany needs her space too. For example, if Brittany was going to go running, Santana would definitely not go with her because she hates running. Which is why Brittany needs to learn her way around the neighborhood. She also just wants Brittany to have a day of fun, and she's sure that spending it at the park with Puck is a lot more fun than being stuck in an office all day.
While in her office, Santana logs onto Facebook and searches for Brittany's family members. It's become a routine now. Every time she's in the office on her own, she checks up on them. She doesn't do it because she's a weird stalker or anything like that. She does it because it gives her peace at mind knowing that they're okay and are nowhere near her and Brittany.
Despite all the good stories she's heard from Brittany (although she's sure there's more bad stories than there are good), Santana can't help but think her family are all monsters for selling her in the first place. Sure, she's glad they done it otherwise she would never of met the beautiful blonde, but it makes her sick to her stomach knowing that Brittany was the youngest and they chose her to sell. Were the really that desperate?
Santana's just about to log off when she doesn't see anything interesting, but then something catches her eye. On Brittany's mom's page, there is a picture posted of Brittany and underneath it says that she's gone missing. It doesn't say whether or not the authorities are involved, but the news makes Santana's heart pound in her chest and she quickly closes the page, unable to look at it for any longer. She doesn't want Brittany to be taken away from her, and even though she knows that it can't happen as it's ultimately Brittany's choice as to who she lives with, she doesn't want Brittany to know about it in case she wants to go back home to Arizona.
She doesn't want to lose Brittany.
She can't lose Brittany.
Which is why she needs to keep this a secret from her.
She will tell her eventually, but not until Brittany never wants to leave her first.
/
It's late by the time Santana comes home from work, which is weird because usually she comes home at four o'clock, but today she turns up at nine. Despite leaving work on time today, the brunette had a few errands she needed to run after work, and once she was finished them, she drove over to Quinn's house to talk over a few work related things. By the time she was finished there, it was half past eight and she was starving and so on her way home, she stopped off to buy some pizza.
Walking through the hallway with a box of pizza in one hand, and her phone and her bag in the other, Santana walks into the living room and finds Brittany curled up on the couch watching an animal documentary. The blonde's eyes are glued to the screen, so Santana takes her time in walking over to her, being careful not to startle her. Brittany finally notices her presence when she sits down next to her, placing the pizza down onto the table in front of them, and when she's settled in her seat Brittany immediately snuggles into her side.
"It's good to see you, Brittany." Santana greets, wrapping her arm around her slave. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No, Mistress." Brittany shakes her head. "I was waiting for you."
"I picked up pizza for us." Santana informs her, smiling at the fact Brittany waited on her. "I'm pretty sure that there's still some Dr Pepper in the fridge too if you want it."
Brittany doesn't need to be told twice. Dr Pepper is her favorite drink of all time and so she practically jumps up from her seat and bolts through to the kitchen to get it. While the blonde is away, Santana opens up the pizza box to allow it to cool and then uses this opportunity to rummage through her bag and take out the presents that she bought for Brittany today. She knows that Brittany is going to love them. The last thing Santana wants to do is woo Brittany with gifts because despite having a lot of money, Santana knows that it's not what she should do. However, there are a few essential things that the brunette thinks Brittany needs, which is why she bought them for her.
Seconds later Brittany comes back through with a bottle of Dr Pepper and two glasses, and sets them down on the table. She carefully pours herself a glass, and then one for Santana too, who thanks her and takes a sip from it. "How was your day with Puck?" She asks, setting the glass down. "He text me earlier saying you two had a great time."
"We did!" Brittany enthuses. "It was great, but there were no ducks because it's winter." She adds with a pout. "Puck bought me a hotdog and a hot chocolate though, and they were delicious."
"I'm glad you had a good time."
"I would have enjoyed it more if you had been there with me, Mistress."
Santana can't help but smile at Brittany's sincerity. She wishes she could stop herself from smiling though because whenever she's around Brittany she always smiles and she's sure it's beginning to hurt her cheeks. "We can do something fun another day." She tells her. "I promise."
"Can we go ice skating, Mistress?"
"Sure." Santana agrees before pulling the presents out of her bag and placing them on her lap. "I've got a few gifts for you."
The first gift that Santana hands over is an iPhone box, and Brittany's eyes widen because she can't believe that she's holding something so expensive in her hands. She never thought she'd ever own a phone, let alone one like this.
"Now that you're beginning to go out and about without me, I want you to have a phone so that you can keep in touch with someone at all times." Santana explains. "All the numbers that you need are already in there, and I will be checking up on you every so often. It's your job to make sure you charge the phone and make sure you have it with you at all times."
"Thank you, Mistress!" Brittany exclaims, not knowing what else to say. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome." Santana chuckles. "I'll show you how to work it after we've eaten."
The next present that Santana hands over is a polaroid camera, along with a scrapbook and Brittany almost squeals in excitement over the two items.
"When you go out to places, I want you to start taking pictures and then I want you to put them in this scrapbook." Santana explains to her. "Memories are important to make, and now that you're living with me, I want you to have the opportunity to make as many as you want."
Brittany doesn't think she's ever been so excited in her life. She has always wanted a polaroid camera, and now that she's got one all she wants to do is set it up and begin to take photos. She carefully takes it out of it's box and sets it up with ease, and is about to take a picture with it, but Santana stops her.
"Choose carefully what you want to take pictures of." Santana advises her. "You only have a limited amount of film."
Brittany knows Santana's right and so she places the camera down onto the coffee table along with the pizza.
The last present Santana hands over to Brittany is in a small box, and she watches anxiously as the blonde unties the bow from the top of it and opens it up. When she does so, Brittany gasps and then looks at Santana, waiting on an explanation from her.
"Usually a Master or Mistress will get their Slave to wear a collar, to show that they belong to them." She explains. "I didn't want to get you a collar though because you deserve a lot more than that, which is why I decided to get you a charm bracelet instead."
"It's beautiful, Mistress." Brittany breathes out, admiring the different charms on it. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Santana answers, taking the bracelet out of the box and fitting it on Brittany's wrist. "All of the charms have different meanings. I got you the paw print charm because I know you love animals. The Mickey Mouse charm is for your new found love of Disney films. The star with the blue crystals in it was specially made because it reminded me of the way your eyes sparkle, and the heart with the lock and key is to symbolize that I have your heart."
Brittany doesn't think she's ever heard anything more beautiful and thoughtful. Tearing her eyes away from the bracelet, Brittany leans in and kisses Santana, slowly and softly. "Thank you." She whispers against her lips. "I love it."
Santana doesn't verbally reply. Instead she pulls Brittany onto her lap, so that she's straddling her and then pulls her in for a kiss. She places one hand on Brittany's hip and the other on the back of her neck, pulling her in and deepening the kiss. She parts Brittany's lips with her tongue and then captures Brittany's bottom lip between her teeth, biting down softly onto it, which causes Brittany to let out a small moan of approval.
When they eventually part from one another, Brittany leans down and rests her forehead against her Mistress', and stares into her dark chocolate brown eyes. Santana stares back at her, allowing herself to get lost into Brittany's hypnotizing blue eyes, and while she does, Brittany reaches behind her, picks up her new camera and snaps a picture of the two of them.
When it's developed, Santana takes it out of Brittany's hand and inspects it closely. It's a beautiful picture. Both of them are so lost in each other's eyes, and Santana's positive that if it wasn't her and Brittany in the picture then she'd probably make fun of it.
"You can't put this one in your scrapbook." Santana tells the blonde firmly. "I look a mess."
"Mistress, you look beautiful." Brittany states. "I won't put it in though, I promise."
Later that evening, Brittany is too preoccupied with her bracelet to notice Santana slip the picture of the two of them into her bag so that she can take it with her everywhere she goes.
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