A/N: Warning, mature content ahead. Thanks for all those who reviewed and gave me the yes on writing this.


Chapter 9

Animal

Brittany walked down the familiar street leading to Santana's house. The houses that she passed were unimportant to her while she desperately tried to reach the house faster. She would have run, maybe even brought her car, but she lived so close to Santana's house that she found it unnecessary. Running though was not an option, since she wanted to keep her stamina in its full force. The blonde didn't get tired fast, since dancing was more than enough exercise to her and she was able to exercise for hours without getting exhausted. This time though, she wanted to give Santana the time of her life – although, she did almost every other day. (Brittany secretly wished it was every night though). She remembered the phone call that had occurred just a few minutes ago – Santana's parents weren't home and wouldn't be for hours. The Latina had told them she'd have Brittany over for a sleepover, since she didn't want to be alone. Brittany knew the real reason why she was invited over – not that she complained, she did it too, she was just glad it involved feelings this time.

Finally, Brittany reaches the front steps of Santana's porch and quickly climbs them. Taking a breath, she raises her hand to knock and as soon as she moves her wrist, the door opens. Santana stands in front of her, with an adorable smile on her face – the one the Latina only saved for Brittany.

"Hey you…" Santana said, grabbing Brittany's hand in hers.

Brittany twines her fingers with Santana's and smiles. "Hey baby…"

Santana grins and chuckles a little, pulling Brittany inside the house. "It sounds sexy coming from you".

"Already trying to flirt with me?" Brittany's comment was adorned with a huge grin and a wink.

"Of course". Santana winks back pulling the gorgeous blonde in a right hug. Her lips touch her cheek. "Do you want anything?" She remembers politeness and hospitality, and Santana realizes she's only hospitable and polite with Brittany.

"You"

Santana immediately feels the fire erupting through her body and she sucks in a breath, the way Brittany's words roll of her tongue igniting every single fiber inside her. No one could have ever made Santana feel like this, no one could turn her on like Brittany did – although, it didn't really take too long for Brittany to get Santana horny, to put it crudely. Brittany notices Santana's reaction and smirks to herself proudly, enjoying the effect she causes. Santana's head is spinning for a bit, trying to calm herself down to not take Brittany right in the entrance of her house. The Latina bites her lip and grins wickedly.

"Oh, I know".

Brittany giggles, leaning over to press her lips against Santana's, biting her bottom lip and pulling it out, earning a slight moan from the Latina. Brittany had the sensation Santana was playing hard to get – and she liked it.

"What time will you parents be home?"

"Late, at least, that's what they said: "Don't wait up, we're going to be late"".

Brittany grabs her girlfriend by the collar of her shirt and pulls it down, revealing just a little hint of cleavage. She pulls forward right after, bringing Santana's body close to hers. The blonde's lips brush against Santana's neck and the Latina can't help but be putty in her arms, sighing at the touch of Brittany's lips. Soon, the kiss turns erotic, the blonde taking the opportunity that Santana is distracted to run her bottom lip across her neck to her ear, nibbling softly before parting her lips close to the Latina's ear and inches closer, her fingertips run down Santana's shoulders and the Latina shivers. God, she's a pro at this… I swear she's some sort of goddess of sex. When Santana reaches to run her hands across Brittany's abs the blonde whispers with the voice of a true seductress.

"In that case… want to try how fast I can make you cum this time?"


Santana didn't even know how they made it upstairs; in fact, she didn't even know how she ended up being the one controlled. She was usually the one who took the reigns during sex, being the one who would make Brittany beg, whimper for her to take her because she couldn't handle it anymore. This time though, it was her being attacked by Brittany's sex drive – it was as if she was everywhere, touching her, tasting her. There was not one place Brittany didn't explore, whether it was with her mouth, tongue, hands, or her whole body.

The Latina was pinned against her bedroom wall; Brittany's lips were sucking, kissing, and nibbling on her neck while her hands kept her hands up on the wall. Santana couldn't help but feel a little frustration, wanting to take control, but the other side of her found herself being incredibly aroused by this – she loved it when Brittany was aggressive.

"Britt…" Santana groans, trying to unpin her hands, wanting to touch her, feel her, needing to show Brittany her affection.

Brittany bites Santana's collar bone lightly, making Santana's body arch toward the blonde, hitting her pelvis right against Brittany's. Brittany's soft moan at the notion let's Santana knows she's anticipating this as much as she is, but the blue eyed beauty still doesn't let her go. Instead, the blonde spreads her arms out, still keeping Santana's hands pinned to the wall and lets out a seductive sigh near the Latina's ear. "Don't even try that, you're not going to get released until I say so".

Santana feels the heat between her legs rising and she immediately bucks her hips against Brittany's. Brittany chuckles and attacks Santana's lips again. Their tongues dance together, Santana desperately trying to give Brittany some form of pleasure, but the way she's being held makes her unable to take control of the kiss. The Latina can't help but whimper when Brittany pulls at her bottom lip.

"You're wearing…too much clothing…" Santana manages to gasp between the kiss, causing Brittany to smile against her.

"You're right".

With that, Brittany pulls away slowly, keeping her lust coated eyes on Santana's. Brittany reaches for the hem of her shirt and begins to teasingly pull it off, Santana's eyes never leaving the blonde's body. The Latina's tongue runs across her lips, so hungry for her girlfriend that it's almost overwhelming. The blonde makes sure to tease her, running her fingertips across the skin of her abs – those perfect, sculptured abs that made Santana's body hum with merely glancing at them. Brittany slides off the straps of her bra, leaving it half hanging while she reaches for the button of her pants, undoing it painfully slowly; she slides them off her toned legs. Santana breathes in when Brittany reveals her drenched, blue lacy underwear. Fuck… She's perfect.

Santana sees the opening, moving quickly before Brittany could protest to push her on the bed, quickly taking off her shirt – quicker than she had planned to, but she was too eager to let this go on any longer. Real smooth Lopez.

Santana straddles Brittany, making sure to run her fingertips across her stomach and in between her breasts. She slides her fingernails gently down Brittany's abs and the blonde's back arches up, meeting Santana's hip. The Latina groans in frustration, her need becoming nearly overwhelming. However, she knew she had to please Brittany first – in the past, she wouldn't have done that, but now, it was all about Brittany, she had to make sure Brittany was thoroughly satisfied before she found her own release.

Brittany looks intently at Santana while she reaches for her bra and throws it somewhere in the room, not even caring where it landed – she'd find it later. Her heart is beating a million miles an hour, anticipating the touch of Santana's lips. She loved the way Santana could make her body feel – no guy had ever done that to her, no guy could get her so wet she'd have to discard panties because she could not use them any more. And this was exactly what Santana was causing to her body right now, the heat between her legs was more than pooling, she knew she'd have to find some release.

The Latina kissed the blonde's neck softly at first, before starting to hungrily move her lips across it. Santana bit the spot that made Brittany squirm, and indeed, as soon as her teeth found that place, Brittany whimpered, feeling a jolt of electricity run down her body. Oh God, she wants to make me scream today… Brittany knew that was going to be the case if Santana kept this up.

She feels the Latina's tongue run across her hardened nipples and her back arches again – involuntarily, like a knee jerk reaction – Santana was just that good. "San…" Brittany whispers her name, moving her hands down Santana's bare back, undoing her bra in an expert hand movement and letting it fall down. Santana doesn't hesitate to throw it across the room just like her own bra. As she does this, Santana takes one of Brittany's nipples between her teeth, biting down softly.

Brittany moans rather loudly. "God… do that again". The blonde pleads. Santana doesn't even hesitate to take the other one and bite down on it, making Brittany's eyes flutter in pleasure.

"Hm…" Santana hums as she kisses down Brittany's stomach, taking her time to nibble on Brittany's navel. "We're not even in the good part yet and I'm already making you squirm".

"Fuck…" The curse word would seem out of place if heard by anyone else but Santana, especially because they were used to Brittany being so innocent and so nice. Santana knew better though, she knew that Brittany was not innocent when it came to this, the noises, the reactions, the words that would escape Brittany's lips when they were having sex were nothing more than adult, sexual, almost as if it was second nature to her.

"My pleasure baby".

Santana bites the top of Brittany's underwear, ignoring her own throbbing center as she skips right to her thighs, first kissing the outside and then the inside. The squirming blonde groans in frustration, moving her hands directly to Santana's hair, urging her to do what she needs the most. She's panting, needing to feel Santana pleasuring her until she reaches ecstasy.

But Santana doesn't cave in, instead she keeps kissing Brittany's inner thigh and runs her tongue slowly through it, stopping right before she reaches the blonde's scorching core. "I love it how wet you get for me Britt".

"Santana…" Brittany whimpers. She's going to make me beg for it… And she would, if Santana kept this up, she would beg for her touch.

"Patience…"

Brittany didn't have patience, her hips bucked towards Santana, making the Latina's lips brush slightly against her core. Brittany groans, needing more. Santana just smirks and gently bites the middle of her underwear – she's able to taste Brittany's need just by that, and she knows Brittany needs her… badly.

Santana pulls on Brittany's underwear, slowly lowering them to her ankles and letting them fall on the ground. Brittany, almost as a reflex, spreads her legs wider to give Santana easier access. The Latina grabs Brittany's knees and raises them over her shoulders, nibbling up her thigh before glancing at her girlfriend. Brittany's eyes were shut, her head thrown back in anticipation. With one quiet chuckle, Santana runs her tongue up Brittany's wet slit. The blonde's back arches wildly, her hips bucking against Santana's mouth. The noise that comes out of Brittany's mouth one of pure, absolute pleasure – a mixture between a moan and a piercing whimper of pleasure.

"That feels, so good" Brittany pants, tightening her grip on Santana's head as she resumes her tonguing. Santana bucks her own hips down on the bed, needing some sort of friction to keep her from going nuts because the noises that Brittany was making driving her insane.

Brittany can feel Santana's hot tongue running along her folds and she moans, knowing she wont last long this time – she had been teased too much and now her released would be quick. Almost as if Santana was an expert – which Brittany was pretty sure she was – the Latina brought her hand down to Brittany's center and aided her tongue with her fingers, pumping in a slow rhythm. Brittany starts to moan louder.

"Don't stop… I'm so…so close…" Brittany whimpers loudly, her hips bucking in rhythm with Santana's pumping, her fingers pulling Santana's mouth closer. Santana hums against Brittany's core – it was all it took.

Without warning, Brittany's back arches abruptly, wildly, like a bolt of electricity had been ran through her body. Her eyes roll back and she grips Santana's hair. A scream comes out of the blonde's mouth, a pure, sexual, intense scream of pleasure that causes Santana to moan. She can feel Brittany tensing around her fingers, her hips still slightly bucking against them. Santana waits patiently for Brittany to ride out her orgasm.

"Oh…my… fucking… God". Brittany moans out, letting her back fall back on the bed. "Fuck… Santana".

Santana lets out a noise between a hum and a laugh, removing her fingers to kiss up Brittany's body, taking her lips between hers. Brittany can taste herself, and she finds this extremely erotic. Santana brings her fingers close to her mouth but Brittany stops her, grabbing her hand and taking the Latina's fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. Brittany licks her lips when she pulls away, a qicked grin on her face. Santana's eyes are wide, and she kisses Brittany fiercely, that action making her arousal peak, noticing how much she needs Brittany.

"Round two?" Santana asks, biting on Brittany's neck.

"Oh yes, please" Brittany groans and grabs Santana's hips.

As on cue, Santana settles herself, beginning one of her favorite activities and positions: Scissoring. Their centers meet and Santana's sighs in pleasure, grabbing Brittany's hand. The Latina begins to move, feeling how scorching wet Brittany is again, even after licking her clean. They begin to move at a steady rhythm, Santana's head is thrown back while Brittany sits up a little, still allowing Santana to move against her while she moans, and runs her tongue across Santana's hardened nipples.

Santana whimpers loudly and begins to move faster, needing release. It's not long before Brittany matches her movements, her orgasm nearly as close as Santana's. I can't believe she's going to make me cum twice in five minutes.

The movements the two are making are almost unbearable, Santana feels too much overwhelming pleasure – she's sure she's going to come anytime now.

"Britt…Britt…" Santana whispers her name. "Fuck…me…"

Brittany thrusts harder against Santana, squirming and throwing her head back in a loud moan. Their centers touch just in the right spot, and Santana collapses. Her scream matches Brittany's except it's a little more high pitched. She can't think, she doesn't care about anything – just Brittany, just the fact that she's in an incredible high that she never wants to come down from. Brittany follows instantly, her cry muffled by Santana's lips crushing against hers, feeling her whole body become jelly, like it's vibrating wildly. They're both shaking, riding out their orgasms together – which lasted a good ten seconds.

Santana envelops Brittany in her arms as she falls to the side, kissing her tiredly, tenderly. "Best… sex of my life".

"Hmm…" Brittany hums, returning her kiss. "Yes…" It comes out whispered, Santana resting her forehead on hers. Their eyes meet for a bit, sky blue with dark brown, a satisfied smile on both their faces.

"I love you Britt".

"I love you too Santana".

Santana pulls the covers up on them, the adrenaline of their romp wearing off and they begin to get cold. They hold each other tightly, kissing each other tenderly from time to time, too tired to talk, but knowing that their actions speak louder than words. She was always right, it IS better with feelings. The Latina kisses Brittany's forehead and smiles.

Her door of Santana's room clicks open. "Santana honey, I forgot m-"

Santana and Brittany hear the gasp, and Santana feels her world falling, her eyes wide as she lets go of Brittany and covers the blonde's body.

"Oh… my… God… WHAT IS THIS?"


Brittany stays behind Santana, who had already managed to put her clothes back on. She's scared, Brittany admits, she's scared because of the way Mrs. Lopez is yelling at Santana. The Latina is just looking at Brittany, giving her an apologetic look – she sees fear, she sees a sparkle of sadness in Santana's eyes. She's in trouble; she knows that Santana is going to suffer the consequences. She feels like it's all her fault all of a sudden. The blonde wishes she could fix it, convince Santana's mom that it's just two people who love each other – and it's exactly that, but Santana's mom is fuming, her face is red and she's looking at Santana like a stranger.

"… All this time, I let you have sleepovers with her..." Mrs. Lopez points at Brittany, who just ducks her head to avoid her gaze. "And this, this actions were going on under my roof? All this time, you were sleeping with Brittany – if I had known, I would have never let you even see her. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have done this. Is this your way of rebelling against us Santana? Your father and I didn't raise you like this, you were thought about morals! What is going to happen now? When this whole rotten town knows that you're a lesbian, what are they going to say? Have you thought about it?..."

Santana doesn't even talk, she just hovers protectively in front of Brittany.

"And you!" Mrs. Lopez points at Brittany. "This is your entirefault. You made my daughter this way. I trusted you Brittany, and I hope your parents are aware of this, cause I'll make sure…"

"They know…" Brittany says softly, avoiding her gaze and swallowing the lump in her throat.

Mrs. Lopez laughs sarcastically. "Well, isn't that just wonderful? And I had to find out this way? Find you and Santana, in bed like this?" Mrs. Lopez throws her hands in the air, tugging Santana out of the way, who almost loses her balance. "You… should be ashamed of yourself… I don't EVER want to see you around my daughter again…"

"No…" Brittany says bravely, and Santana reaches out.

"Come again?" Mrs. Lopez glares, stepping closer.

"I'm not going to stop seeing Santana".

Mrs. Lopez snorts. "Get the fuck out of my house you little…"

Before Mrs. Lopez finishes her sentence and raises her hand to Brittany, Santana steps in front, the slap coming right across the Latina's cheek. The loud noise startles Brittany, who desperately tries to go and comfort her girlfriend. Santana makes a noise almost like a growl and points at Brittany to stay where she is.

"Don't you fucking dare to touch her!" Santana screams. "I will make sure you lose your arm if you do, I don't care who you are. If you throw her out, well I'm right behind her. You're the one that disgusts me! All Brittany and I are doing is love each other, and you're so conceited and self-centered you can't even see that! You're so full of fucking shit mom. You're blind, you've always been. You never took a slight interest in my life- ever. The only one that did is dad, and I know you'll find a way to brain wash him so he turns against me. If you don't want Brittany in my life then I'm leaving, because I can't be without her. I'm in love with her and regardless of your shitty ass view of the world, this is real. I can't even look at you…" Santana grabs Brittany's hand, immediately grabs her bag and glares at her mother. "I can't even look at you. You're supposed to be a mother… You'er lucky I won't report you because of domestic violence" Santana points at her cheek. "YOU, disgust ME".

Mrs. Lopez stares increduly at her daughter, her speech stinging, but her anger hasn't evaporated. "Get the fuck out of my house".

With that Santana pulls Brittany by the hand, the tears that stream down the blonde's eyes making her feel guilty, making her infuriated with her mother, wishing she could cause serious damage just for making Brittany cry.


Santana opens her car, not caring if her mom threw her out and hops in, Brittany sliding in the passenger side. "I'm so sorry Santana…" Brittany whimpers and Santana shakes her head, putting the car in drive and speeding out, the tires screeching on the sidewalk.

The car is silent until Santana pulls over, far away enough that her mother wont come after them. Santana reaches for Brittany, wrapping her tightly in her arms. "Don't cry Britt… It's not your fault". She runs her fingers through Brittany's hair, placing tender kisses on the blonde's jaw. "I love you, you love me, that's all that matter right now. We have each other".

Brittany nods. "You can stay with me, as long as you want".

Santana grips the steering wheel, sucking in a breath. "Okay".

Brittany presses her lips on Santana's cheek, making her calm down a little. "Remember when I said, that because I love you, anything is possible?"

"Yeah…" Santana sniffs.

"I still stand to that. I'll love you forever San, nothing can change that".

Tears start pooling Santana's eyes, all the emotions becoming too overwhelming for her. She doesn't move just slightly smiles. Me too Britt. She thinks it but doesn't say it out loud, but Brittany knows. She's worried now though; Santana isn't moving she's just staring forward at the road. She stays in Santana's arms while both of them cry, the guilt lingering in the blonde's chest unbearable. They stay linked while they both go into a catatonic state.

In the distance, Mr. Lopez follows the trail of Santana's car.


A/N: There we go. I hoped you like that little sexy scene ;) Since a lot of you said yes to M rating I decided to give you a treat before the angst comes in. What do you think, do you want me to make Santana's mom come to terms with who Santana is, or never forgive her?

Hint: Mr. Lopez is the good guy. In other fan fics he's almost always the bad one – I wanted to make him the understanding one of the family.

Suggestion? Comments? Concerns? Questions?

Song: Animal by Neon Trees