AN1: Hey everyone. Wow, I'm so happy to get all of these kind reviews from you guys. If you're writing a FF yourself, I think you know the feeling of getting a review. It's awesome. I am also so very sorry about taking so long. I've had so much school work, finals and everything. But here I am!
I'm going to change my account name to The Hazel Eyed- in honor of Quinn Fabray, or Dianna Agron.
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Santana had always thought that "the morning after" was a routine she would always have . Wake up, slip into last night's outfit that was usually a dress, and then get the hell out of the apartment. She would never bring them home, her hook-ups.
This was different. For once, it was five in the afternoon, and waking up in Brittany's arms wrapped around her from behind made her heart skip a beat, and her breath get caught in her throat. The light snoring in her neck made her smile, and so she turned around slowly not to wake her sleeping beauty.
Brittany just muttered something, and held her closer while nuzzling her nose in her hair.
The latina let out a little breathy chuckle and smiled. Their bodies fit like a puzzle, she had thought about it the whole time they had spent together, making love. It was mostly Santana, teaching Brittany how to do things. Good thing she was a fast learner.
If Santana was to think about all this, it sounded to good to be true. That she saved Brittany from Jack, and then fell in love, and then would live happily ever after. They had known each other for about two months now, and it scared the shit out of Santana to think about how much power Brittany had managed to get over her just in this amount of time.
She was in love.
The latina was familiar to the feeling, but of course it was different every time. Maybe this was stronger than ever before. Everything had changed now, they were kind of sealed to each other by this. Melted together in every way possible, Santana needed Brittany just as much as Brittany needed her.
Maybe this was fate, all of this. Maybe they were meant to be, and just maybe some kind of power had made Santana find her that night.
She had left Brittany alone in bed thirty minutes ago, knowing that she must be exhausted after all the sex. She checked her phone as she made them a little meal, and saw that she had two messages; one from Quinn and one from unknown.
Santana quickly unlocked it and read the one from Quinn first.
From Q. Fabray: (15:24) Call me as soon as you get this, we have a little problem.
She scowled and decided that if it were really fucking important, Quinn would've called. So she checked her other message.
From Unknown: (16:47) Santana we need to talk, please? –Tina
She just groaned, irritated, and didn't answer her high school friend. Really? After all of this, Santana telling her to not contact her and yelling that she didn't want anything to do with the Asian girl, Tina was still trying to get a hold of her?
She hated her. Everything they had and everything Tina did to her. Suddenly, food wasn't appealing anymore. Brittany was.
Finishing cooking, she put it in boxes saving them 'til later and made her way into her own bedroom.
Brittany was already awake, a tiny smile across her face and eyes twinkling with satisfaction. The haze.
"I missed you when I woke up," she stated with a raspy voice. Santana grinned smugly at this, being able to make Brittany hoarse after sex. "C'mere,"
Not needing to be asked twice, Santana threw herself under the covers after stripping out of her sweatpants and wife-beater, and snuggled into the sex goddess and sighed into the soft skin of her collarbone. Slender arms wrapped around her, pulling her naked body into her own.
It was a feeling that couldn't be described, laying next to the blonde naked. Their limbs entangled and breathing mingled together. Silky. Hot, but not I'm getting turned on hot, but the warmth that their bodies created was addictive. And really comforting in a way.
Brittany pressed her lips against the latina's forehead and Santana purred.
"I made us some food," she started kissing her neck with lazy kisses. It tasted like sweat, but she didn't care. "Macaroni 'n' cheese,"
Her hand slipped lower, to the blonde's hipbone and she felt Brittany's breathing become heavier. "mhmhm," by instinct, she parted her legs as the tan hand slipped even lower to her inside of her thigh.
"Do you want to eat?" Santana purred in her ear, liking the shell of it. She smiled against the side of her head as Brittany let out a breathy "no,"
"No?" she teased with a hoarse voice, chuckling darkly in her ear then dipping down to place kisses up and down her collarbone, "what do you want then?"
They had become secure enough to talk to each other during sex, the first times Santana had to talk Brittany through it, what she liked and how to do it. In return, she made the blonde tell her all of the things she liked. Slow or fast? Hard or soft?
Brittany told her that it depended on what mood she was in, which made sense. Because Santana agreed.
"I want you to-" her voice cracked as Santana's fingers ran gently up her folds, gently bumping with her clit, already soaked.
"Then come and get me," Santana gave her a quick kiss on the lips and smiled devilously when the hand disappeared, the latina shot out of bed, picked up her clothes and ran down the hallway giggling.
She put her clothes on while making her escape, almost tripping over her own feet. Not even five seconds later, Brittany burst out of the bedroom looking incredibly flustered and even a little angry.
"SANTANA!" she yelled as she followed the latina around the apartment, slipping into a pair of panties and a t-shirt. "you're so fucked," she threatened, half serious.
The latina was so smug and laughing her ass of when Brittany stumbled into the living room looking like she just climbed a mountain. She looked exhausted, but she was probably just turned on as fuck. The blonde had this glint in her eyes that told Santana that she was so damn dumb if she thought she was going to get out of this alive.
Honestly it made her a little nervous. The way Brittany was looking at her across the room made her shiver.
"Any thing you want to say before I get a hold on you?" Brittany asked, taking a few steps in her direction, almost animal like. "or any last wishes?" she grinned, and Santana felt her grin falter, but the excitement was still boiling inside of her.
"I don't know," she chuckled, "please don't hurt me?"
She tried to look like a sad puppy, but the laughing made it difficult. She snorted, and almost choked. Brittany just grinned for a second, but apparently caught herself and quickly wiped it from her face and into 'angry Brittany' again.
"I changed my mind, you're not getting any lasts wishes," the blonde scowled and crossed her arms.
Across the room, Santana was still rearing up. "B, are you a little sexually frustrated?"
"You're going down."
It was easy for the blonde to get a hold of her. Santana wasn't really the athletic type, and clearly not as fast as Brittany. Sure, she was small and sneaky, but Brittany still caught up with her, embracing her from behind and lifting her up from the floor.
The latina was still laughing, at some point tears had made their way down her cheeks. Santana squirmed in her arms, trying to get away but it was useless.
She found herself pushed up to the wall, arms above her head and Brittany's warm body pressed into her from behind.
Suddenly, something in the air shifted, as she finally understood what Brittany was doing. The latina thought that the blonde only had tried to give her a tickle attack, but as she felt her hot breath against her neck and her breasts pressed up against her, she moaned.
"Gotcha'" was whispered into the back of her neck, a arms made its way around her and a hand started rubbing her cloth covered sex. Brittany's left hand held her hands above her head still.
The pressure was perfect and a whimper made its way up her throat before she could prevent it, she clenched her fists and tilted her head sideways to rest on the blonde's shoulder.
"Do you want me to fuck you, San?" the pressure increased, and circles were created into the mix. "Up against the wall?"
Brittany was officially the hottest thing that existed. Her hand twitched with wanting to touch the blonde, but the grip was firm.
She could tell that Brittany was just as aroused by this as herself. The blonde pressed harder into her, breathing heavy into her neck. Lazy open mouthed-tongue kisses were placed on her skin, making her own breathing turn into soft pants.
Santana began rocking motions with her hips, making the pressure firmer. She let out a little moan.
"Nuh-uh," Brittany chuckled smugly and removed her hand with a groan in protest from Santana. Instead she put her hand on her abdomen and pushed her backwards and into Brittany, only her forearms resting on the wall. "you're not going to move your arms, okay?" she could feel her smile against her shoulder blade. "then all of this isn't going to happened."
Santana nodded furiously, licking her lips. "Good girl," then she let go of her arms and a hot mouth found the back of her ear, licking and sucking as Brittany's now usable hand cupped her left breast over her t-shirt. A relived sign left the latinas lips; her brows scrunched together and eyed only half opened in arousal.
"You're so fucking sexy," Brittany's hips rocked into hers from behind making both of their breaths catch. "Especially when I've been fucking you since this morning, you smell like sex and it drives me crazy," she kissed her neck, and anything she could find.
Everything was so hot in the room, the temperature making it hard to breath. She sucked in a surprised gasp when long fingers pinched her nipple, rolling it between fingers and kneading hard. The other hand rested inside of her thigh, driving her insane. She could feel that she was so wet, she familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach almost making it painful to not getting her climax or being touched down there.
"Please," she gasped as the blonde lifted her shirt a little to grab her breasts without any barrier. The hips that were still rocking into her made it so difficult to not just turn around and ravish the woman behind her.
The kissing stopped and instead hot and uneven breaths hit her shoulder and neck making everything more hot and sticky. "Please what, baby?"
She didn't even care if she was begging, "please touch me," the latina hissed and bowed her head down, teeth digging into her full bottom lip as a hand snaked down to her front once again, this time into her sweatpants to let a middle finger stroke up and down her folds.
"Hgghhf," the latina spread her legs, and suddenly this experience reminded her of a cop checking for any weapons. She had no idea of where that sound she made came from.
Brittany's hand that was kneading her breast left to hold her by her hip, holding her with a strong grip as she pushed Santana closer, if that was even possible. The blonde's finger headed for her entrance and pushed the tip of her finger in.
The latina's body was buzzing, everything was so warm and sticky. Her arms trembled. She could feel the blonde's want, almost predatory-like as she hissed as well when she pushed all the way in. Both of them let out a gasp at the feeling they knew so well, but hadn't adjusted to just yet.
This almost was too good to be true, the feelings Brittany gave her couldn't compare to anything she ever felt. The slow pumping with her middle finger was barely enough. All the latina could hear was her own uneven breathing and all she could feel was Brittany. The smell was sick. She could almost feel it on her skin. Sex, Brittany, Brittany Brittany.
One finger was replaced by two, filling her oh-so perfectly. She let out a soft moan, turned her head to pant into the blonde's jaw. "Kiss me,"
Instantly she was met by soft and damp lips in a searing kiss that left the latina wanting more, their aspiration made it possible. Santana whimpered into her mouth as she curled her fingers just in the right place and started a faster rhythm with her fingers. Their lips separated as the latina couldn't get any air at all.
Brittany placed kisses wherever she could reach, the side of her nose, her chin, jaw, temple.. breathing small words into every one of them.
"Beautiful, perfect,"
That pressure in her lower stomach became much more unbearable as a thumb found her clit, making random patterns across the bundle of nerves. Whimpers escaped her mouth, her arms shaking because of the effort.
"Oh Brit-" she words died on the tip of her tongue as her arms gave in and she was pressed into the wall, her chest crashed into it and for one moment, Brittany's movements stopped making her groan; still filled with long fingers.
"Are you okay?" a concerned Brittany asked her, her voice filled with worry. She was breathless.
"Don't you dare stop," she growled, bending her knees so that she could move her fingers in and out of her herself. Another whimper left her lips, her eyebrows knitted together against Brittany's temple.
"Are you sure babe?" Brittany asked, and started once again began her previous action, but more unsurely this time.
Calling her babe and baby, made this so much intimate. Santana shuddered at the mixture of closeness and being so filled. It made her feel like she belonged to the blonde, those words made what they were doing more real.
"Brittany, please," she squeaked, and finally the blonde gave in and started the fast pumping once again, curling the tip of her fingers with every trust. All of a sudden she felt the urge to touch her, it didn't matter what part of Brittany she was touching, she just wanted to feel her.
One of her arms bent backwards and was placed on the blonde's hips, pushing Brittany into her. The other one over her head, softly kneading the back of Brittany's neck.
"Oh," her voice licked the blonde's cheek, who instantly gave her a kiss, diving her tongue into her mouth. Sweat was dripping from both of them, the latina felt in running down her back, soaking Brittany' front. Between her breasts, the palm of her hands was damp. Everything was damp. The clothes weren't helping exactly.
Long fingers hit that spot several times, making white dots cloud her vision, even when her eyes were closed. "hmpfh," A thumb started to circle her clit again.
Her moan was buried into Brittany's mouth, and she was once again forced to leave her lips. "God yes," she moaned, their lips touching and sweaty foreheads leaning against one another. "yeeeeesss,"
Every feeling in her body broke loose, making her moan into her lover and bucking her hips uncontrollably into her fingers that was now pumping even faster than before, to help her ride out her orgasm. "Oh my God, Brittany,"
Both of their movements stopped, the only thing that filled the room was their heavy breathing and lazy kisses being exchanged in between them.
"Fuck that was hot," Brittany grinned and kissed her again, making her smile into the kiss.
"Yeah," she purred. Gently, the blonde removed her fingers from inside of her, making the latina whimper at the loss. Brittany turned her around and kissed her passionately as her arms embraced her waist. "and now it's your turn,"
She woke in the middle of the night, Brittany's sleeping form molded into her and their limbs entwined in a huge mess. Her phone was ringing.
Quickly, she untangled from the blonde and hurried into the kitchen where her phone was ringing. Quinn's picture showed, so she guessed this was important.
"Hello?"
"What the actual fuck, Santana! I've been waiting the whole day to get a hold on you!"
"Wow, easy there Fabgay," she scowled. "What's the hurry?"
She barely finished her sentence before the hazel eyed blonde continued speaking.
"I got a note today," Santana could hear the panic in her voice, "I think it's from Jack."
"What?" she hissed, her heart beating faster and her eyes wide. "Are you serious, what did it say? Are you hurt?" she asked in a hurry, looking around the kitchen.
"I'm fine, a little scared maybe. Rachel is okay too, I haven't told her," Quinn lowered her voice, "It says 'I see you' Santana,"
The latina really didn't know what to say. She was scared. And she could hear it in Quinn's voice too. And she knew that they weren't people who easily get scared.
"Fuck."
"Yeah,"
"Are you sure it was him, is.. I don't know.." she trailed off.
"Who else would it be? My mom? No, he is like the only one who could to that,"
"Quinn I am so sorry, I don't know what to say.. or what to do,"
"Just.. if I get another one I'll go to the police,"
"Yeah that sounds… reasonable,"
"Can you please check if you got one too? I'll talk to you as you go down to your mailbox,"
"Okay,"
She slipped on some sweatpants and a hoodie and took the elevator down to the mailboxes, small talking with Quinn meanwhile. It was forced, both still in chock and a bit scared. But there was nothing in her mailbox. She let out a nervous chuckle, and took a long breath.
"Well?" Quinn asked from the other line.
"Nothing," all her muscles relaxed when she realized Jack didn't know where she lived, or where Brittany was.
"Good, he doesn't know where you guys live," Even Quinn sounded relived, but mostly because her best friend was okay the latina figured. But she still sounded scared.
"Q, I promise you that this will end. If you get one more note, we'll call the police. Okay? They're still harmless, and we can't prove it's him,"
"Okay, you're right.. let's go to bed. See you tomorrow in class,"
"Yep, goodnight."
They both pressed the end bottom; Santana took the elevator up and Quinn under the covers of her bed, snuggling into her girlfriend.
On her way up, she couldn't stop thinking about how lucky they were. He had yet to find them, maybe they could even move before he did, or when he did. And God, she missed Brittany already. Her whole body tingled with the urge to snuggle against her. Finally, when the elevator door opened, she took left, almost running down the hall to get to her door. But wait-
The latina slowed down as she say a sticky note attached to the door. It was pink, and something was written. Ten feet away, she stopped. Her heart felt like it was in her throat and her breathing stopping for a moment. No..
He found us. Fuck I, fuck.. how,
She didn't dare to walk any closer. How long had it been there? She hadn't been able to see it when she went downstairs before. It could've been there since yesterday. Since.. they both came home Saturday night, someone could've put it there after.
Her hands were shaking, chills running down her spine. Cold sweat. The latina practically ripped the note from the door and stared down at it. At first she couldn't make out the words, and then-
AN2: So there it is! I would really like to hear what you think about the "Tina problem" and what you guys think she's done to our dear Santana. And one more question, does anyone know where I got "Right Under The Glass Disco Ball" from?
Tell me what you think, and if you don't like something: TELL ME. I want to know everything.
Not entirely read through, I'll do that later. Sorry for any mistakes.