Chapter VII

I walked downstairs to the garden, jumping two steps each time, thinking. When I looked ahead, Santana was walking upstairs, her gaze fixed on mine. I couldn't help but smile taking the few steps that were between us, moving my lips to her neck as she tried to not let both fall on the ground. She pushed me against the garden's wall, getting us into a rough make out session.

- Is it possible to you both control yourselves? That's the third time, just this week, that I catch you both like this, damn it.

Santana and I pulled apart not worried, looking at Puck who stared at us shocked.

- Hey, Puckerman! – Sanny said with a smile – You wanted to be here, didn't you?

- Of course, San, I always had a crush on you. – he smiled.

I got free of her arms, feeling my stomach burning as my hands fixed my clothes. I cleared my throat , trying to get their attention.

- I will go inside, excuse me – I said, going upstairs and walking into the entrance hall heading to somewhere I had no idea.

I was jealous. JEALOUS! I wouldn't share what was mine. I got on the kitchen with no idea of how I got there but before I think how I did it, something held me by my shoulders and when I turned around, there they were, the brown eyes.

- Britt… what happened?

I shrugged.

- Nothing. – I said as I walked.

- Britt. Will you stop walking to us to talk or you just look at me when you want to satisfy yourself? – her voice was low, but it sounded annoyed and hurt.

I stopped on one of the corridors which the walls were filled with pictures of my relatives. I knew why I didn't look at her: her eyes. When I looked at them, I lost my senses and couldn't control myself anymore.

I looked up at her eyes, finally meeting her gaze, on a silent answer to her question.

Good to know you looked at me. – there was no proximity from her, no touch, just her eyes staring at me- What the fuck happened?

- Nothing happened, San. – I scratched my arm – Why aren't you outside with Puck?

Her reaction wasn't the one I was expecting.

Sanny raised her eye browns and wrapped her arms around my waist on a fast move, pulling us close, looking up at me

- You are jealous! – she said smiling.

- Let me go, Santana! - I placed my hands on her hips, trying to push her away – I am not jealous.

- Hum, sure you aren't. – she didn't stepped back, instead she tighten her arms around me. – Yes, you don't get jealous… - she brushed her lips on my cheek, kissing it down to my neck – You left because you felt like walking, didn't you? – she whispered.

Yes… Exactly. – I threw my head back, giving her full access to my neck, my fingers finding their way to her hair as I closed my eyes – San…

- Hm? – she licked my neck reaching my earlobe - Don't lie to me. You were jealous. Admit it – she bite my earlobe.

- No… - I looked in her eyes, trying to be serious. – You are mine. Just!

Santana let out a sigh.

- You aren't just mine.

- No?

- No. When you get married… - she let the phrase dies. – I will have to solve a few stuffs. We talk later.

And she left, leaving me alone. I bite my inner cheek, looking around before roll my eyes.

- Ridiculous.

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- She is always so… In time.

- Relax mom.

- Something happened…

- Mom, she is coming.

- Brittany, what did you do?

- Nothing, mom – I couldn't help but smile. I turned the page of my book. How could I know why Miss Lopez was running late to our 'oh-so-important' reunion to look for the perfect prince/guy to the princess Brittany S Pierce II – Why would I know? Even because…

The door opened and a totally messed up Santana appeared, but totally different. Black tight jeans worked as a second skin on her thighs, a belt matching with her red blouse, which had a few open buttons showing her low neck, long sleeves, looking perfect on the tanned skin. She fixed her fringe and get her set straight as she looked at mom.

I am so sorry, Miss! My clothes just… disappeared! I am really sorry for it!

A word. W. O. W Who would know that a silly prank –so innocent- would make Miss Lopez look so hot? All I wanted was pull off those jeans and make her mine.

- Britt… - Someone called my name. Look to her mom, please!

- Go. You have that meet now. BRITTANY! - I jumped off of the arm chair I was at - Be polite and for God! Pick a fiancé!

- Mhm.. - she came closer to me placing a kiss on my forehead before walks over Miss Hot, giving her some instructions before leave us alone on the room... I mean, Santana! Santana!

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- Brittany?

- Yes, Miss Lopez? - I made an innocent face, playing with my own hair before look at her.

- You stole my clothes! - Santana hissed.

- Who? Me?!

- Dont play the idiot! - Santana placed her hands on the table, staring at mer, furious.

- San! I'd never do it. - I said walking over the door, locking us inside. - Maybe you forgot it somewhere...

- Hey! I didnt forget... Wait... did you just lock the door?

- Yes, you know... to no one interrupt us as we... talk... - Ok. Now I was smiling naughty.

- Mhm... - she raised an eye brow - You are changing the subject because...

I jumped on her, wrapping my legs around her waist and even if she was shorter, she was stronger than me. My lips found their way to her neck, before move up to her own lips. Shutting her up. The kidd got deeper when she pulled me closer. My fingers caressed the back of her neck and we pulled apart just to me to hug her tight. I smelt her scent as I bite her neck.

- Why do you alwys get what you want?

- Because you want me... - I smiled - Come here... Come to the couch - I called her...

The sex of that afternoon was... weird... It was intense and... too... hot. We couldnt control our moans.

Twice. No breaks. Santana looked at me all time and I looked back, always smiling. She pulle my hair, gently and I dig my nails on her back, hard. Bites, bruises, deep... Too intense.

And after it we looked outside the windown and watched the day saying good bye. I snuggled on her embrace, . I was so.. tired...