Title: Where the Wild Things Are
Author: Rigby8
Pairing: Santana / Brittany
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events is made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Rating: M (General rating not chapter specific)
Summery: Written from POV of Santana. She is at college in New York but after a bad break-up she is persuaded by her High School friend Quinn to go on a camping holiday. Quinn's new friends from college (who are characters from Glee) take Santana into their friendship group without hesitation and Santana finds herself being unexpectedly drawn to Quinn's quirky friend Brittany.
A/N: Bit of Smut in this one readers. Ye are warned.
RIP Maurice Sendak
Chapter Ten
Although Brittany and I had shared a reuniting kiss, we had reached a point of awkwardness. Sitting next to each other at the campfire, our legs and arms brushing occasionally, I would be lying if I said I didn't let that happen more frequently than was necessary, we were stilted and overly aware of ourselves. I caught the group glancing over to us on numerous occasions, obviously seeking out any news on how our relations were going. However, both of us seemed to lack the courage to take things any further. I wanted to take her hand, but having made the lead to kiss her earlier in the water and having been the one to storm off in a sulk that morning, I figured it was her call as to whether she felt comfortable acting like we were dating in front of the others. The only problem being that she didn't seem to be taking any action towards being tactile with me. Instead she was incredibly engaged with the conversation that was going on with the rest of the group, she was leaning forward, resting her arms on her knees and laughing and joking along with her friends. I felt a pang of jealousy because I didn't have her full attention, but deep down I knew that it was my own fault. We could have had hours together today and I had ruined it. Now I had to respect the fact that despite our super hot kiss in the water, she had decided that for her last night on camp she wanted to spend time with her friends, not cuddled up to me being soppy.
Quinn recognised that I was feeling slightly out of the loop, the group were discussing events and people that I didn't know, so she got up from where she was sat across the circle and perched next to me, kneeling on the grass, which was damp from the moist evening air.
"You okay?" She sounded concerned and I appreciated her noticing that I was feeling a bit like an outsider.
"Yeh, fine." I said back, forcing a grin to try and prove to her that I wasn't going to make a fuss. I had planned to sit and listen to their conversation, merely enjoying the way the close friends all interacted with each other.
For the first time since we had sat down I felt Brittany's gaze on me. She leaned her shoulder into mine playfully and forced me to change my gaze from Quinn to her.
"I thought we might go for a walk later? Once we're done chatting here." I realised that Brittany had planned on asking me that the whole time we had been sitting there, but it wasn't until Quinn had highlighted to her that I maybe felt left out that she decided to enlighten me with her plans.
"I'd like that." I swallowed nervously. Although I couldn't wait for alone time with the blonde, it came with a whole heap of expectation that I found hard to comprehend.
When I turned back to speak to Quinn I realised that she had already moved back to her place across the circle. She gave me a wink before turning her attention to Mercedes who was sat next to her, laughing so hard that she had to lean on Quinn's leg to stop from falling off of the bench.
Although I felt guilty for thinking it, I was willing the conversation to die down so that Brittany would decide it was a good time to go for our private walk. The suspense was killing me and eventually I gave into it and made a quick grab for her hand. It made her jump because I had grabbed it so forcefully and in the process my nail scratched the back of her hand, leaving a white mark that quickly turned into a vibrant red.
'Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I let go and ran my fingers across the mark gently.
She didn't say anything, but I could feel her watching me and I looked up into her face.
"I was getting worried that you were never going to touch me this evening." She said it sincerely and it caused a blush to cover my cheeks, as I took the double meaning in her words, whether she intended them or not. She had obviously been waiting for me to make the first move again, which made sense, as I was the one that had freaked out and was still dealing with the fact that we were both women and dating.
She moved her hand from underneath my fingers that were exploring the red line on her skin and laced our fingers together. She then pulled our linked hands towards her and locked them between her thighs so that I couldn't let go, not that I wanted to.
After she did that I was able to finally relax and listen to the general chatter going on around the circle. Even though I didn't know a lot of what they were talking about, it gave me an insight into their lives and how close they all were at college. It made me think about Britt and I in the future, if we were to take this further, consider some kind of relationship, I would inevitably become part of this group and that made me feel comforted. The way they had been so welcoming and forgiving this past week, made me want to be part of it. If we were to develop into something after this holiday was over, being a part of her life at college certainly wouldn't be a chore. However, thinking about post camping holiday made me tense, in a few weeks I would be moving back to New York and all of this would start to become a memory, a summer that I would cherish but couldn't hold on to forever. Brittany must have felt my hand tense because she turned to face me, leaning her knees towards me and using her other hand to cup my knee.
"Are you over-thinking again?"
I was amazed at how well she was already able to read my body language.
"Maybe." I sighed, resigned to the fact that my brain really wasn't very good at switching off, even when I was desperate for it to do so.
"Well," she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, probably in concentration, but I couldn't help was see it in a sexual way, "perhaps I could help to clear your mind a little… we could go somewhere a little more private…" She let the sentence trail off but finished it with her eyes, trailing them down my body and lingering a little too long on my chest and between my legs – indicating to me exactly how she was going to clear my mind.
She was trying to seduce me, I think, I was still getting used to reading the signs of lesbian flirting. Well I say trying to seduce me, even if that wasn't her intention it was definitely the result.
It was working already, I was relived when my mind went clear, except for the naughty thoughts that now wondered into it. Brittany was looking at me with arousal oozing from her and the intensity of it caused me to glance downwards coyly. However, this ploy to escape her sexual intentions failed when my eyes connected with her long fingers. Fingers that every time I saw reminded me of how she had pushed them inside of me, making me tip over the edge.
"Please." I didn't want to come across as being desperate, but her subtle sexual connotation made me turned on to the point that I couldn't even bring myself to flirt with her. All I could think about was taking her off somewhere private and letting her take advantage of me in my vulnerable and aroused state. I had never been this submissive to any of the guys I'd been with, usually I took the lead, asserting my sexual power over them to stop them being in control over me. With Britt it was different, I trusted her and didn't mind the idea of letting her be the dominant partner. In fact, I craved her dominating me.
One suggestive comment from Brittany, coupled with the fact that she had now started to slide her hand where it was placed on my knee, up my thigh and towards my centre, had me incredibly sexual frustrated. I turned into an aroused lump of jell-o. When she stood up and pulled me up with her I was worried that my legs wouldn't work, they felt like the bones had been removed and I didn't think I would be able to support myself.
"San and I are going for a walk." Britt announced to the rest of the group, totally interrupting the flow of their conversation and causing an array of stunned faced to look up at us.
I was so embarrassed but it was too late to do anything about it as Britt has already dragged me from the circle. I looked back and caught Quinn's eye. She had a smirk on her face and said loud enough for everyone to hear "enjoy Santana."
I hadn't blushed so much since I was a kid, but once we were away from view I felt my confidence return a little. Brittany slowed her pace so that we were now strolling side by side. She let go of my hand and looped her arm through mine instead, resting her head on my shoulder.
"Can we go to the waterside? I want to lie down and look at the stars with you." She sounded dreamy and all the sexuality that had laced her voice only moments before temporarily disappeared. It felt like we were a couple, on a date and although a streak of panic went through me, it felt so good there was no way I was going to let myself freak out and miss out on the perfect occasion.
"Definitely. But there is one condition." I said it teasingly, but the sentence was enough to make Brittany lift her head from my shoulder to look at my face and check that I was jesting.
"Continue…" Her eyebrows raised and I could tell she couldn't figure out what my terms were going to be.
"You let me snuggle up to you." It sounded so cheesy but I didn't care; especially when I saw a huge grin spread across her face like wildfire and she rested her head back on my shoulder.
"I think that can be arranged." She sounded content.
In that moment I was able to imagine what it would be like to be Brittany's girlfriend. Woah, the big 'G' word that I had been avoiding thinking about all this time. I wasn't quite ready to talk to Britt about it or go telling everybody, but if every moment of being with her could be as intimate and private as the one I was currently in, I could do it now. The knowledge gave me a boost and changed my mentality towards our post-camp future. I realised that where I had thought before there was very little possibility of taking this into the real world; now I was finding it difficult to think of going forward without it. Brittany made me feel like no one else had ever made me feel at this point in a courtship. That had to mean something right?
We found a spot by the water, and both settled ourselves on our backs, looking up into the clear night sky. Out here in the secluded wilderness the stars shone so brightly, so much brighter than they did in New York. I curled into Brittany's body tucking my head into the nook between her chin and shoulder. She encouraged the contact by placing her arm around my shoulder, gripping my shoulder with her hand and pulling me closer into her. At first we lay there in silence and my body was resting against the side of hers.
"I don't want this to end… can we go back to the beginning of the week and start again?" She sounded sad and so I comforted her, the only way I knew how. I lifted my left leg and placed it over hers, which meant half of my body was now on top of hers and lifted my head so that our faces were only inches apart.
"I wish we could too." I said sincerely. Usually I would shy away from such intimacy with people but seeing Brittany this vulnerable and open with me, brought out protectiveness that I wasn't really aware I had. I moved my left hand from where it had been resting on her hip and began to stroke the side of her face, brushing away the stray blonde hairs that were distributed messily on her forehead and cheek.
She was staring straight into my eyes, not letting up at all, and it made me stop my actions and look back down at her. "It's going to be alright Britt." I found myself turning into the supportive and strong partner; which was strange but I enjoyed being strong for Brittany. I realised that despite all her confidence and self-assurances of her sexuality she was just as uncertain and exposed as I was. She was worried about our future; I had already known that from her ultimatum but I was beginning to realise the psychology behind her actions. She didn't do it because she wanted to force me into a decision; it was because she was scared. The thought of losing me after camp was over, and losing our comfortable and romantic bubble scared her. She wanted reassurance that when we got back I wasn't going to claim she was some kind of rebound and sexual experiment and go back to sleeping with men.
I lowered myself towards her, capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, full of intent. I felt her lips form into a smile under my lips and it made me smile too. I left our lips so they were barely touching and took the opportunity to tell her what I thought about her before things got too heated and she took my breath away. I couldn't promise her that we were going to have a relationship now, not that I was ruling it out long-term, but I could tell her what I thought about her, my feelings for her in that moment, and hope that it was enough to quash her fears.
"You are the most beautiful person I have ever met." I heard her voice catch in her throat, I had definitely caught her off guard. 'And nobody makes me feel the way that you make me feel. You are funny, smart, caring, understanding, and right now there is nobody else that I would rather be with. Every time you touch me," as I said the words, my lips brushed against hers, causing her to arch her back to get more contact, "I feel like I am about to explode. You have this effect on me that I can't even begin to describe." Before I could say anymore she lifted her head from the ground and crashed our lips together. We kissed deeply and her tongue pressed against my lips, requesting entrance. I granted her access instantly and couldn't prevent the moan that escaped into her mouth when her tongue began to massage mine.
My hands started to roam across her body and soon found their way beneath her top, sliding across her toned abs and gripping into her ribcage. I found myself rocking into her body, enjoying the friction that it caused, desperate to try to relieve some of the tension that was building between my legs. Brittany's hands had gone south, she gripped my hips and pulled me on top of her. She was being so forceful; I could tell that she was desperate to touch me. I had never felt so wanted and desired in my life. It wasn't like when I had slept with guys and they used me to get themselves off, she was desperate to make me cum. With me flush on top of her, she grabbled the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, quickly followed by her nimble fingers undoing the clasp of my bra. This time it wasn't slow and sensual as it had been before, checking that I was comfortable, this was pure primal need.
I started to kiss her neck roughly, nipping at the skin. I wanted to leave my mark on her, let everyone know that she was mine. I took her tender skin into my mouth and sucked down hard on it. Whilst I did so, Brittany held onto my shoulders and I could feel her jagged breaths on my shoulder. Suddenly, she decided it was time to take things a step further; she raised her knee so that it pressed hard against my centre and I automatically pressed down onto it. I couldn't concentrate on kissing her neck any longer as the sparks of pleasure emanated from my heated centre. I placed my hands flat on the ground either-side of her and ground down onto her thigh. I rubbed myself up and down and as I did so she placed her hands back on my hips, pushing me down further and encouraging my hips to move faster. I could feel my orgasm already starting to build and I was worried that I was going to cum without her even touching me. Just as I thought it was going to get too much, Brittany sensed it and took the opportunity when my hips stalled to flip me. I landed on my back with a thud, but before I could process the pain her lips were on mine, hungrily catching my lips and tongue in her teeth. After we had kissed until we were both too out of breath to carry on, she sat back onto my hips, straddling me and made a show of removing her top and bra for me to watch. Her body was stunning, I couldn't imagine ever getting tired of looking at it. He blonde hair fell down across her shoulders, nearly meeting her pink nipples that were erect with arousal. The sight gave me a new lease of energy and I pulled her back down onto me and kissed her. My hands soon found her nipples and I twisted them between my fingers, making her yelp in pleasure and bite down on my bottom lip, almost drawing blood. As my fingers played and massaged her breasts, it was her turn to draw some friction. She pressed herself into my thigh and it was the first time that I heard her audibly moan and it made me so turned on. However, she managed to stop herself from taking it too far, realising that her first aim was to dominate me and not get herself off quite yet. She stopped kissing my lips and placed her mouth over my nipple, tugging the delicate peak between her teeth and making me cry out. I knew people could probably hear me, but I didn't care, there was no way I could have the blonde do these incredible things to me without making any noise. She used her hand to tease my other nipple and after a few minutes I couldn't take the pressure anymore, I needed her to touch me. I needed to feel her inside of me.
"Britt," I tried to say it quietly, but as I spoke she bit down again and it turned into a loud moan. It made her giggle and lift her eyes so she could see into my face without stopping what she was doing.
"Please," my voice was breathy and desperate but I was beyond caring, "I need more." I was worried she was going to tease me even further, but I realised that her need to touch me was as strong as my need to be touched.
She began kissing down my tummy, licking and nipping occasionally as she went. When she reached the top of my trousers she slipped her tongue beneath the top edge of the waistband and ran her tongue the full length of the top edge. It made my hips buck and I soon realised where this was going. Britt wasn't going to be using just her fingers tonight. A flash of nerves hit me. I had never let anybody go down on me before. I didn't feel confident or secure enough with anyone to let them be that intimate. Although I was smoking hot and I knew it, I was still insecure when it came to the more intimate parts of my body. However, Brittany had already started to remove my pants and underwear and although I nearly stopped her, the thought of her sliding her tongue over me was too great. The thought of it overpowered any insecurity I felt.
Lying there, completely naked in front of her, I should have felt vulnerable, but I didn't. For some reason I trusted the blonde and I came to realise that I would probably let her do anything because I felt so safe. She placed herself between my legs and started to lick and nip up the inside of my thigh. As the night air hit my centre I could feel how wet I was, I would have been self-conscious usually, but right now I wanted Britt to know how wet she made me. Within moments she reached the place where my thigh met my torso and I drew in breath. Preparing myself for the first time she was going to taste me, the first time anybody was going to taste me. She looked up at me, waiting to get final confirmation. Regardless of how much she wanted me, she took the time to make sure I wanted it as much as she did. I didn't say anything, but did lace my fingers with hers, realising that the moment was going to be so overwhelming I would need the comfort of holding her hand, and it was enough to make her continue.
She kissed my outer lips at first, which made my stomach do backflips in anticipation. I squeezed her hand and she took it further again. For a moment there was a break in contact, and then I felt the tip of her tongue run along my slit. Not quite penetrating me, but enough to make my mouth drop open and my head tilt backwards as I raised my hips towards her mouth. On the second stroke from the bottom to the top of my pussy, she pushed her tongue in further, making contact with the delicate and pink skin inside. On the next stroke she went deeper again, this time I felt her tongue graze against my opening and across my sensitive clit and I moaned. On the last stroke she didn't make it up to my clit, she settled at my wet aching opening and she dipped her rigid tongue inside of me. My body tensed and I held her hand so tightly I'm sure it must have been painful for her. Her tongue dipped in and out of me, picking up a rhythm that I matched with the consistent guttural moan that came from me every time her tongue reached its deepest point inside of me. It felt sensational. I never wanted it to end. My walls began to tighten and although it wasn't enough pressure to make me cum, it felt so good that I lifted my legs so that I trapped her head between them. After a few more thrusts she stopped, and rested her head against my pelvis. I could hear her trying to catch her breath. She stroked the inside of my thigh and pushed my leg down so that it was against the floor, causing my legs to be splayed and giving her a full view of me. I looked down at her and realised that she was looking at me, taking in my centre. My instinct was to cover up, I was scared in case she didn't like what she saw and changed her mind, but before I could move her finger started to explore my slit and she watched as the tip dipped into me. One fingers became two and suddenly knowing that she was watching became a huge turn on. Then she entered a third finger and I cried out her name. My pussy felt so full, the skin was pulled taut and every wall inside was in contact with her lithe fingers. My orgasm began to build and I thought I couldn't get anymore fulfilled, until I felt her tongue press down onto my clit. This time I couldn't stop the loudness of my moan. It was primal and I had never heard that kind of noise come out of me before. Brittany's tongue began to circle me, changing direction every now and again, catching me off guard. I squeezed her hand and used my other one to hold onto her blonde hair, showing her that I didn't want her to take her tongue away. As the tension built my moans got even louder and closer together. I was getting so close and as I did I ground myself into her face and hand. I was getting rough and strong with my actions but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to cum; I needed Brittany to make me cum as soon as possible.
"Britt… Britt. Keep. Going. Of fuck, oh fuck." My words were staccato and I felt as though I was going to go hoarse from the shouting.
Finally the end came and I felt the explosion that I had been dying for. My body tensed. I felt a gush between my legs and I was sure I had flooded Brittany's mouth and fingers. I had never felt myself cum like that, but then I had never had an orgasm as forceful as that before.
My body began to shake and Brittany kept her ministrations, but slowed them down, bringing me back to earth. My breathing was still erratic and I felt like I was never going to catch my breath. Every now and again her tongue would catch my clit and send another spark through my body, catching me and making me moan again. Eventually, I began to get a grip on myself, I took my hands from Brittany and held them to my head, opening up my body so that I got as much oxygen in as I could, like you do when you have just run a 100m sprint.
Brittany kept her fingers inside of me, but moved up my body, covering me with herself. She leant on her elbow next to my head and started to pepper kissed along my neck, cheek and lips. I was too exhausted to respond but she didn't seem to mind.
With the initial shock over, and my breathing back to a semi normal pace, all I wanted now was for Britt to hold me. I felt emptied, not in a bad way, but as though I had been purged. All of my worries and stresses were gone. All I could think of was Brittany and the pleasure and comfort she could bring me so easily. I took her wrist and moved her hand from my pussy. Her fingers were covered in my cum and when I was expecting her to wipe it on the grass, she did something I had never seen someone do with me after sex. She pulled her fingers into her mouth, one by one, and sucked off all the excess moisture. Once she had done so and they were clean, she leaned down and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips and where I would usually flip out about that kind of thing; with Brittany it just felt like another way that I could be as connected to her as possible. Tasting myself on her lips was magical.
"You taste incredible." She mused the words as she carried on kissing my neck and I was glad she couldn't see the blush that made it's way onto my cheeks.
I held her as tightly as I could into my body, craving the closeness and she got the message. She rocked us so that she was on her back and allowed me to snuggled into her, in the same position we had been in before all of it started. I loved the feel of her body against mine, even if she did still have her jeans on, I didn't care. I clung to her; feeling that no matter how strong we held onto each other the closeness would never be close enough. She kissed the top of my head and stroked my arms comfortingly.
"Do you think anybody heard?" Although in the moment I had no control or care over how loud I was, now I was starting to worry a little. I felt her chest vibrate under my cheek as she laughed.
"Santana, I think the whole state heard you." She sounded proud of what she had achieved, not at all embarrassed. However, I was mortified. I buried my face into her chest and whimpered. She continued, "but is was so hot, so I really don't care. I would do it over and over again to hear you moan like that." This made me laugh and I took some strength from her attitude. A little embarrassment over how noisy I was; was totally worth what I got to experience.
"This is perfect." I mused and she gave me a little squeeze in agreement. I didn't want to move, but it was starting to get cold and I was very aware of the fact that my body was on full display for anybody who happened upon us.
"I know. We can stay here a little longer if you like? You sleep, I'll stay awake and then we'll go back to my tent in a little while." She was so caring and it made my heart swell.
"Are you sure? You must be tired." She had worked out harder than me in that little session but an orgasm of that magnitude had made me so sleepy.
"I'm sure. I think you need to get your strength back."
A sly grin appeared on my face. She was right; we only had until sunrise. I needed to get my strength back; it was my turn to do the hard work once we were back in her tent.