Two more chapters left =( and I know something you don't know.
BUT. I already got the sequel planned out...
I'm just deciding if this IS the direction I want to take this.
If anyone is interested in knowing before hand, PM me and help me decide if I should do this or even give me ideas.
but I know how this story ends.
So, this story will be FINISHED before Christmas, I promise.
no matter how busy I get, I WILL GET THIS DONE BY CHRISTMAS.
oh and you guys rock. I love you.
November 20, 2011
Santana awakes and the throbbing and swelling in her ankle has gone down immensely and she thanks God that it has. She feels quite stupid, sleeping with her leg elevated, but Brittany had insisted that she do so, so it heals faster. Then again if it weren't for Santana starting a tickle war with Brittany as soon as they hit the bedroom, all of this could have been avoided. But alas, as soon as Brittany's fingers started their tickle assault on Santana's ribs, the Latina lost it and accidentally kicked Brittany with her bad foot.
It totally ruined sexy time for the two of them and Brittany then started making sure that Santana was all right for the rest of the night.
Santana sighs, feeling Brittany's arm wrapped around her waist and looks down to see the blonde snuggled in her side. Santana starts pushing strands of Brittany's hair away from her face and admiring the blonde as she scrunches her nose. Santana smiles and let's her fingertips caress Brittany's arm around her waist. Brittany stirs in her sleep before fluttering her eyes open.
"Morning, beautiful." Santana whispers at the blonde who is still fighting the sleep in her eyes.
Brittany mumbles a 'mmm morning' before snuggling herself as close to Santana as possible. Brittany presses a light kiss to Santana's neck. Santana turns her head towards Brittany, lifting her head and crashing their lips together.
Their kiss is soft, not too fervent. Santana feels Brittany's fingertips tip-toe across the skin on her shoulder, down her arm. Brittany grabs Santana's hand and laces their fingers together, mentally admiring how well they fit together.
"I'm sorry I started tickling you," Brittany says as she pulls away from Santana. "It kind of ruined the awesome night I had planned for us." Brittany sighs before lowering her head and closing her eyes.
"It's okay, B. Elevating my leg helped. My ankle doesn't even hurt much anymore." Santana smiles at her girlfriend. She lifts Brittany's chin, "Brittany, come on. Look at me." Eyelids open to reveal blue eyes, "You know our entire relationship isn't just sex, right?"
"I know, but this is a much bigger topic than sex that I'm thinking of." Brittany shies away again and buries her face into Santana's shoulder, "It's a brg frst fr brh of urs." She mumbles.
"What?"
"It's a big first for the both of us," Brittany repeats, clearer this time. She looks embarrassed, and slightly uncomfortable.
"I don't think I'm quite following you, Britt." Santana replies honestly. "Why do you look so embarrassed? Your cheeks are flushed."
"San, it's not just sex. It's… well, love." Brittany ducks her head down.
"Stop hiding, Brittany." Santana tries to get Brittany to lift her head again but the blonde isn't budging. "Hey, I love you, okay?"
"I love you, too." The blonde says and she finally lifts her head, "It's just… I don't know how we, you know… make love?"
"Me neither, Britt. It's not like I've ever loved someone before you." Santana strokes a few strands of hair away from Brittany's face, "I guess when it happens, we just know. Because we love each other and obviously, it'll be different; feel different." Brittany just nods before letting out a small exhale. "As much as I would love laying here with you, I have really have to pee." Santana chuckles.
"Mkay," Brittany mumbles as she rolls away from the Latina. Santana throws her legs over the bed, trying hard not to put too much pressure on her sprained ankle and gently stands up. "Nice tent, by the way." The blonde laughs causing Santana to look down towards her waist. Sure enough, her cock was standing at full attention under her boxers.
"That's lovely," Santana groans before looking back at the blonde who was winking at her. "I'll be back."
When Santana arrives she is quick to find that the blonde, who was dressed in gym shorts and a hoodie, has now shed the majority of her clothing leaving her in nothing but her panties. Santana gulps loudly as she is faced with the sight of her practically naked girlfriend. She stares wide-eyed at the blonde who is flipping through the pages her a book.
"Hi to you, too," Brittany jokes in an accusing tone. Santana doesn't say anything, especially when she feels her cock slightly twitch as she continues leering on her girlfriend's body. "San, stop staring at my boobs and get over here."
Santana nods and walks over to the bed where Brittany is and stands next to her girlfriend, blushing a bit when Brittany looks up at her. Brittany reaches her hand out to Santana's, gently pulling the Latina down onto her; perfectly to the point where the underside of Santana's cock was lightly applying pressure to her center. The only things between them were two thin layers of cloth.
Brittany leans up and kisses Santana, who was still completely speechless, softly on the lips. When she pulls away, she grabs the hem of the Latina's shirt and pulls it up; signaling for Santana to lift her arms. Once the grey article of clothing hits the ground, Brittany moves her left hand towards Santana's waistline.
The brunette instantly inhales sharply when she feels Brittany's hand dip into her boxers and her fingertips lightly brush against her shaft before gently gripping it. Brittany smirks at the reaction she can elicit from Santana.
"Fuck, Britt." Santana moans out as she rolls her head back at the touch of the blonde.
Brittany's hand starts to move up and down Santana's shaft, rubbing small circles on the head whenever she reached there.
"How's your ankle?" Brittany asks, in all seriousness.
"You're doing this –fuck- to me and you're asking me how my ankle is?" Santana questions. "It's fine, Britt."
"Good." The blonde replies, capturing her girlfriend's lips.
She continues to pump Santana's cock for a few more minutes before she swiftly tugs Santana's boxers off, letting her cock spring free. Brittany reattaches her lips to Santana's, taking her lower lip between her teeth and softly biting down, causing the brunette to buck her hips forward. Her cock slides over Brittany's fabric covered center, and has her moaning at the friction and the feeling she gets. Santana hooks her fingers into the sides of Brittany's panties and pulls them down as far as she can, letting the blonde kick them off her legs.
Santana trails her index finger through Brittany's folds, feeling the wetness that has pooled there in the last couple of minutes. Brittany wastes no time in firmly grabbing Santana's cock and positioning the head at her soaking entrance.
Santana's eyes instantly shoot open at the feeling of her skin against Brittany's and she realizes they're missing a vital part of their sex life. A condom. But when Santana all but almost jolts up and off the bed to grab one, the blonde stops her.
"Uhm, Brittany... what are we doing?" Santana gulps.
"Well... we were about to have sex before you nearly fell off the bed," The blonde jokes.
"I was getting a condom. You know, the thing that keeps us from being teenage parents?" Santana groans when she feels Britrany's lips attach to her neck, sucking lightly.
"Don't need one," The blonde mumbles against tan skin, "I got put on birth control two weeks ago."
"You what? Why?"
"Maybe if we stop asking questions and finish what we started with no one getting injured, you'll find out." Brittany teases, lifting her head up to meet Santana's. With a reassuring kiss to the lips, Santana repositions herself at Brittany's entrance, thanking God that the blonde is wet enough and lubricant isn't necessary.
Santana pushes softly, adjusting to the feeling of Brittany without a latex barrier. IT FELT AWESOME. She keeps pushing into the blonde until the two are flush against each other.
"I love you," Brittany breathes out as Santana starts to slowly pull out, leaving the head
inside Brittany.
"I love you, too." Santana grunts as she thrusts back into the blonde as gentle as possible. She starts a slow, steady rhythm so that they both can get used to the feeling. Skin completely against skin, no condom between them. Santana is sure she can feel a bit of precum leaking out of her head as she continues pumping into the blonde. Brittany wraps her legs around Santana's waist, allowing the brunette's dick to go deeper into her. Santana's thrusts pick up a bit, but she is still careful to keep an even rhythm.
This was definitely not about just fucking Brittany wildly to get off. This was about the connection between the two, the presence of both of them. This was about the love and the passion and the closeness; not just getting off. This was far from sex and by this point, they both knew it.
Brittany rolls her hips with Santana's thrust, feeling her stomach grow warmer with arousal. She was close. Santana leans down and kisses her girlfriend on the lips, letting her tongue slip past Brittany's lips and dancing with her tongue. The blonde moans as the feeling in her gut gets more noticeable.
"San, baby. I'm..." Brittany lets out a giant exhale, followed by a loud moan as her orgasm hits. Santana feels Brittany's walls clench around her and feels like she's going to explode any minute now. While she's trying to make the last minute decision if she's going to pull out or not, Brittany grabs her hips and holds her down as soon as she shoots her load inside of the blonde.
"Oh fuck," Santana mumbles, feeling her cum and Brittany's juices around her cock. She waits a few seconds before pulling out and rolling over to her side of the bed.
"And that, Santana Lopez, is how we make love." Brittany jokingly clarifies.
XXXXXXX
Later That Day
Waking up the second time wasn't near as pleasant as the first time. Instead, Santana is met with the blaring of her cell phone. She groans loudly, before reaching across to grab it from her nightstand, causing Brittany to stir in her sleep next to her.
Usually, Santana would ignore the phone call, turn her phone to silent, and then roll back over to cuddle with the extremely adorable blonde next to her. But her caller ID says otherwise. Ignoring a call from Isabel Lopez would result in Santana getting made fun of about her sex life for weeks and that was something she was not willing to allow her mother to do.
"Hola mami," Santana groggily answers.
"Santana, it's like 3 PM, WAKE UP!" Isabel exclaims, "I'm about ten minutes away from home and I want you to be decent! I don't need to find my daughter and her girlfriend naked and running around the house!"
"UGH. MAMI, why do you always have to be like this?" Santana rubs her eyes with her index and middle finger before sitting up in the bed. "We'll be decent by the time you get home."
"Good. I want to re-formally meet her. I just hope you cleaned up after yourselves." Isabel jokes.
"HANGING UP NOW." Santana says loudly into the phone before tapping the red "End Call" button. "Brittany, we need to get up. My mom's going to be home in ten minutes." Santana gently pokes the blonde in her side before getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of boxers.
"Mmkay." Brittany mumbles as Santana starts tossing her clothes onto the bed. "Thanks, San." The blonde sleepily says, feeling around for her clothes with her eyes closed.
Ten minutes later and they hear the deadbolt to the front door turn and unlock. Santana takes in a deep breath, grabbing the blonde's hand and reassuring her that it will be okay. They walk down the stairs together just as Isabel shuts the front door.
"Afternoon, girls. Enjoy the weekend?" Isabel asks, trying to keep the conversation as light and not embarrassing.
"We did, although, we spent a lot of it at Berry's." Santana shrugs. "Oh, proper introduction… Mom, this is my girlfriend Brittany. Brittany, this is my mom, Isabel." Santana almost has to keep herself from laughing .
"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Lopez" Brittany plays along, extending her hand out towards Santana's mom.
"You as well, Brittany. See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Isabel grabs her hand and firmly shakes it.
"Not at all." Brittany smiles.
"Good. Now no more of this 'Ms. Lopez' shit. You're dating my Santana and I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing a lot of you for the rest of my life; so please, call me Isabel."
Brittany nods. "Okay, Isabel," She replies, left with the words to play over and over in her head. Did Santana's mom just imply that she could see Santana and herself being together for a very long time? Did her mother have that much faith in her? Did they really have a future together? Did Santana want to even spend a long time with Brittany? Were they really going to college together?
All of these questions, and only four months to find out.
And only two chapters to find out the answers.