A/N: Thanks to everyone reading, reviewing, and prompting. Stay patient if I didn't get to your prompt this time around, I've got them all written down. I'm not filling them in any scientific order, just doing the ones that fit the story first. Special shout out to blueashke who is awesome and explained to me how to magically cure a cold (not that I had one, but you'll see shortly). A warning that this chapter contains, per separate PMed requests, (spoiler alert!) anal sex between two females and female ejaculation, so if you're not down for that get out while you can. Seriously, if you're not sure you're going to be into that, please DO NOT READ. Long chapter is loooooong, but I don't care because 40% of it is pure smut. Keep sending me your prompts, enjoy, and blaze on!
Santana wakes up Thursday morning feeling awful. Brittany takes one look at her, orders her to stay in bed, gets dressed, and grabs the thermometer.
"100.2. Does your throat hurt?"
"Yeah, like a lot," Santana rasps out.
"Pretty sure that means you have a cold," Brittany says handing Santana a box of tissues to wipe at her runny nose with.
"I should probably go home, Britt. I'm contagious, and I don't want to get you sick."
"Just don't cough on me. I'm going to go wash my hands and get you some soup. Stay here. And you're not going to school today!" Santana flops back into Brittany's sloshy water bed and sighs. Being sick totally sucks she thinks.
Soon Brittany's back with a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and a spoon. She hands it to Santana where she's sitting against the headboard.
"Really, Brittany, I don't want to get you sick, too. If I'm getting anyone sick it should be Rachel," Santana says taking a spoonful of the soup to her mouth and blowing on it to cool it down.
"I'm not letting you go back to your dorm like this. You need someone to take care of you, and that's what I'm going to do. Besides you already have the virus for about three days before you show symptoms anyways. If I'm going to get it, I've probably already gotten it."
"Ugh, OK. Just be careful, alright?" Santana says with a cough.
Brittany goes to wash her hands again, and Santana continues eating her soup. Brittany comes back in the bedroom as Santana is slurping down the last of the soup.
"I checked, and we don't have any cold medicine, so I'm going to go to the store and get some. But first I'm going to set you up in the living room," Brittany says going to her dresser and pulling out some comfy clothes for Santana to wear. After Santana's dressed Brittany picks up the two pillows and down comforter off her bed and carries them to the couch in the living room, Santana following miserably behind. She sets up the couch with the pillows, lays the blanket over Santana, hands her the box of tissues, and gives her a concerned smile.
"It's just a cold, Brittany. I'm pretty sure I'll live."
"I know babe. You just look like you feel awful. I'm going to drive over to the store and get you every single cold medicine they have, OK? Stay here and watch TV or something. I'll be right back," Brittany says kissing the tip of her index finger and pressing it to Santana's forehead.
Santana flips through the channels as she tries to ignore the scratchy feeling in the back of her throat, but she can't help but cough loudly. She settles on watching reruns of Top Gear, and moves into the pillows behind her. She can feel a headache coming on by the time Brittany's back from the store.
"Cough drops, throat spray, cold medicine, codeine, a gallon of orange juice, decongestants, lozenges, and aspirin," Brittany says setting the bags down on the coffee table and sitting at the end of the couch.
"Thanks for buying me all this stuff, Brittany. I'll try not to drink all the cough medicine in one go." Brittany smiles and goes into the kitchen where she pours Santana a glass of orange juice. She hands the glass to Santana, sits down on the chair across from the couch, and watches as Santana gulps at the cough medicine. When she puts the bottle down a third of it is gone.
"That's better," Santana says chasing it down with some orange juice.
Soon Santana's feeling a bit loopy, but loads better. Brittany's moved back onto the couch and is giving her a foot massage.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Santana asks.
"I got a friend to cover for me today. I'll be back tomorrow. I want to make sure you're feeling better first," Brittany says as she kneads at the sole of Santana's foot with her hands.
Brittany spends the next twenty minutes massaging Santana's feet and calves, and when she looks up she notices Santana's knocked out cold. She smiles to herself, straightens up some of the medicine, and goes over to her bedroom where she grabs her laptop and carries it back to the living room.
When Santana wakes up from her long nap it's late afternoon, and Brittany's still working on her laptop.
"How are you feeling babe?" Brittany asks over the top of her laptop.
"Pretty much the same," Santana says as she reaches for the cough medicine and takes a couple more long gulps.
Santana sleeps through most of Thursday, though Brittany wakes her up to eat more soup at a couple of points, and when Santana wakes up next she's back in Brittany's bed lying next to her. Santana's surprised to see that it's morning already. She still feels fatigued, even though she slept so much, and wants to cuddle into Brittany so badly, but is still afraid of Brittany catching her cold. Brittany looks at her and seems to read her mind, arms coming up to wrap her up and hold her close.
"I don't think you're contagious anymore. If you are, I don't really care. I'll just be sick with you."
Santana smiles and snuggles herself into Brittany's arms, tangles their legs together, and drifts back off to sleep. When she wakes up again, Brittany's gone, and there's a note on the nightstand.
I went to work. Go easy on the cough syrup, drink lots of o.j., eat some more soup, and I'll see you around 8. Call me if you need me. I'll leave my phone on.
XX Britt
Santana puts the note back down, and rubs at her sore throat. She's thrown into a coughing fit, and gets up to grab the medicine. After chugging the rest of the bottle of cough medicine, Santana curls up into a ball, feels her world become fuzzy, and knocks back out with her face buried in Brittany's pillow, the scent of the girl making her feel that much better.
When Santana wakes back up Brittany's gently shaking her.
"Hmmm?" Santana mumbles half awake.
"I made you dinner. And I've got a special remedy for your cold for after."
After a very satisfying dinner of grilled chicken, mac 'n' cheese, and mashed potatoes, Brittany sits Santana down on the couch and starts rolling up a series of three skinny strawberry blunts.
"Britt, babe, I don't think smoking is going to help my cough."
"Yes, it is," Brittany says with a smile, licking the edge of blunt number two and closing it up it tight. Santana just watches as Brittany rolls blunt number three. How the hell Brittany expects her to smoke three blunts, Santana has no idea, but she lets Brittany lead her by the hand to the bathroom adjoining her bedroom.
Brittany sets the blunts down on the counter and turns the shower on full heat, and now Santana's confused.
"What are you doing?"
"Curing your cold. We need to build up some steam in here first."
A couple minutes later and Brittany's putting a towel down on the crack between the door and the floor, steam building up all around them, the mirror completely fogged up. Santana hops up on the sink and writes her name on the foggy mirror with her finger as Brittany lights up blunt number one.
"OK," Brittany says breathing out a stream of white smoke. "Here's the plan. Take deep breaths of the steam when you're not hitting the blunt, OK? Take deep breaths and hold it in. Here's the trash can and some more tissues for when you start coughing up that nasty shit that's clogging your throat up," Brittany says handing Santana the blunt, moving the trash can to sit underneath her dangling legs, and setting the tissues at her side.
Brittany closes the toilet seat, sits down, and watches as Santana takes a deep inhale of steam, exhales, then takes a long puff on the blunt. She holds the hit in and hands the blunt off. Brittany takes two long hits, turns, and blows a smoke ring into Santana's face where she's sitting on the sink taking more deep inhales of steam.
Soon blunt number one is burning low and the room is filled with a heady mix of steam and smoke. Santana's already coughed up enough mucus to last her a year, but it keeps coming somehow. Brittany puts out the first blunt and moves to light the second. About halfway through the second blunt the shower starts to run cold so they turn it off, but stay to finish the blunt.
"I didn't think that would actually work," Santana admits slowly once she gets her mind to function again. The combination of steam and smoke has left her very, very high, and she's finally stopped coughing.
"Yeah, a friend at work told me about it. Said he used it to get rid of his congestion from his allergies."
"Thanks, Brittany," Santana says blowing out more smoke then leaning over to kiss Brittany on the cheek. They smoke the rest of blunt, and Santana tells Brittany about all the weird dreams she had while she slept the last two days away.
"You had a dream we were riding a dragon over a magical castle?" Brittany laughs as she passes the blunt back, steam slowly dissipating as the smoke continues to build up. "That's totally something I would dream about. What are you doing hijacking my dreams, Santana?"
"Well, I fell asleep with my face in your pillow this morning. I think that fucked with my brain a bit because I had disgustingly hot wet dreams about you all day."
"Mmm," Brittany hums watching Santana take another hit on the blunt. "Care to tell me about them?"
"Um," Santana's cheeks flush a bit and she looks down at the trash can. "Let's just say there were handcuffs involved. And a lot of dirty talking on your part."
"These are things that can be arranged," Brittany says with a wink and flirty smile taking the blunt back. "When you're one hundred percent healthy though," she adds and Santana inwardly curses her body for picking now to get sick.
They finish the blunt, and Santana hops up off the sink feeling much better than she had before. When Brittany picks up the unused third blunt, moves the towel, and opens the bathroom door Santana shivers a bit. Brittany moves to get under the covers of her bed and motions for Santana to follow. Santana cuddles her back into Brittany's front, and they lay there spooning for a long time, Brittany's hand combing through Santana's long black hair, mouth coming up to pepper light kisses on the back of her neck occasionally. Santana falls asleep this way feeling incredibly stoned and happy, and when she wakes up the next day, she's still in Brittany's arms and is feeling loads better.
The week passes, and by Wednesday Brittany reluctantly consents to let Santana return to school, which is good because Santana had spent more than enough alone time with Fang and Brittany's roommates. Wednesday night brings one last smoke and steam session in the bathroom, and by Thursday Santana's feeling back to normal.
When Santana gets home from school on Friday, she drops her things off at her dorm, packs up some clothes and things, and heads to Brittany's once again for the weekend. When she knocks on the door and Brittany's roommate opens it with a smile, she notices immediately that the apartment smells like a mix of strong and sour lemons and dank bud. Brittany pops up off the couch with a huge grin looking high as usual and wraps Santana up in a big hug.
"How was school San?"
"Good. My Shakespeare professor wanted me to tell you hello. Says you're welcome to come back and sit in on more classes if you want," Santana says sitting down on the couch and scratching behind Fang's ear.
"Aw, he's cute. But I don't think I'm going to be coming back up to campus again unless it's for more of those special study breaks." Brittany goes into the kitchen to get herself more water and throws Fang a piece of ice to chew on.
"I got you something yesterday," Santana says pulling something metal out of the bag she brought with her. "You know, for helping me get over that nasty cold." Brittany comes back over to sit on the couch next to Santana as she hands her a large aluminum grinder.
"The guy at Pipe Dreams said it was the best grinder they had. It's got a screen in it to catch the kief or whatever you call it. Closes with magnets." Brittany pulls the grinder apart and looks at it, huge smile forming on her face.
"Aw, Santana," Brittany says leaning to give her give her a peck on the lips. "This is perfect. Thank you!" Brittany sets about loading some of the extra smelly bud into her new grinder, and Santana picks up the bag of bud and brings a nug to her face inspecting it.
"So what's up with this bud? It's really pungent. Kinda smells like fuel."
"Funny that you should say that," Brittany says turning the grinder in her hands, opening it back up, and grabbing her bong. "It's Sour Diesel. Quinn just got it in today. It's got lots of crystals. Tastes delicious, but I'll let you be the judge." Brittany loads up her bong, hands it and the lighter over to Santana, and watches as she takes a rip. The taste is tangy and smooth, and soon Santana feels a very cerebral high wash over her.
Brittany ghosts out a cloud of white smoke, sucks it back into her lungs, and hands the bong to her roommate. After the bowl is cashed, Brittany sets about loading a second, and Santana's feeling like she needs to get up and run around. She tells Brittany this, and she just smiles.
"Sativa will do that to you. Makes you really energetic as opposed to indica which tends to leave you couch-locked," Brittany explains. "We've got somewhere to go after this bowl anyways." Santana is feeling oddly spiritual and connected with the earth, so she pulls Fang up to lie across her lap and blows a huge cloud of smoke into his ear. They pass the bong around and talk until it's cashed when, finally, Santana can get up and move around. She does a couple of jumping jacks, shakes her head and shoulders out, and wraps Brittany up in a hug from behind. Brittany grabs her keys and aviator sunglasses, and soon they're back on the road with the windows down.
"So where are we going?" Santana asks.
"To get party supplies. I decided I wanted to throw a party tomorrow."
"What for?"
"I don't need a reason to get drunk and party, Santana." Santana smiles and shrugs her shoulders as they pull up to the liquor store. Once they're inside Brittany's like a kid in a candy store. She grabs a cart, starts at the vodka aisle, and picks out so many bottles that Santana's left wondering just how drunk she's planning on getting. They move through the aisles getting things for the punch and jello shots, and end their trip through the magical world of liquor at the beer section where Santana helps Brittany pick out a keg.
"OK, I'm pretty sure you've got one of everything. You wanna go check out now?" Santana asks once they've arranged for the keg to be moved into Brittany's backseat.
The total comes up to some ridiculously high number, and Santana is a little concerned at how freely Brittany seems to be blowing through her money but decides not to say anything.
Friday night passes quietly, and Santana takes Brittany out to see a movie. Soon enough it's Saturday night and they're setting up for the party, Brittany's roommate tapping the keg and Santana mixing the punch. Brittany's in the kitchen checking on the jello shots.
"Santana, get in here and take one of these jello shots with me and tell me if it's good." Santana moves into the kitchen where Brittany hands her a bright red jello shot, takes one for herself, licks around the edge, and knocks it back.
"Tastes like Everclear and cherries."
"Then we have done well, young padawan," Brittany says with a smile.
"What'd you just call me?" Santana asks confused.
"Oh my god! Have you never seen all the Star Wars movies? Girl, we need to get you educated. I'm going to put that on our to do list." Brittany moves into her bedroom and scrawls something into her journal, then moves to start getting dressed. After they're both looking sufficiently sexy in a pair of tight dresses, they move into the bathroom where they take turns doing each other's hair and makeup. They finish up and move back into the living room where Brittany's roommates nod their approval and declare that it's officially "t-shirt time".
Soon it's almost elven o'clock, and Quinn's over with her friend Mike helping him set up the DJ area.
"Where does this chord go?" Quinn asks.
"Back of the speakers. In the green hole," Mike replies. Brittany's roommates work on moving the furniture, beside the couch which apparently is too heavy, into one of their rooms. Soon people start showing up and Brittany introduces Santana to a group of her friends from work that she hadn't met yet. Brittany moves everyone to crowd into the kitchen and lines up a long line of shots. Mike starts up his laptop and get the jams going.
"I invited Rachel," Santana says in Brittany's ear as they dance close in the middle of the now packed living room.
"Do you think she'll actually come?"
"I hope not. But knowing my luck, she'll probably show up any minute." Right on cue, Rachel Berry appears at the doorway.
"Hey, Rachel!" Brittany yells over the music coming over to hand Rachel a cup of punch. Rachel looks at Santana and manages to put together a feeble and sort of scared looking smile.
"Hello, Rachel," Santana says, finally acknowledging her presence. Rachel just nods. Brittany moves into the kitchen to grab them three jello shots. Mike is apparently pumping up Rachel's favorite song, or maybe she just really wants to get away from Santana, it's hard to tell, but after quickly downing her shot she moves over to Mike, asks him to turn it up, and then proceeds to start dancing like a maniac all over the living room, singing very loudly.
Brittany grabs more jello shots for herself and Santana and is soon dancing up a storm herself. Santana goes over to dance up into her, and soon they're both breaking a sweat, looking like they're about to jump each other's bones in the middle of the packed living room. They break after Santana gets the brilliant idea to take more shots. Soon she's feeling drunk, her world spinning a bit. Brittany's smiling at her with her glazed over eyes like she's equally drunk, but she grabs at the bottle of tequila, unscrews the top, and pours several shots worth down her throat before handing the bottle to Santana. The tequila hits Santana fast and soon her words are coming out slurred and messy. Brittany can't seem to hear her over the thump of the bass, so Santana just presses her body against the kitchen sink and kisses her. Her mouth tastes like tequila and limes, but her tongue seems to have no problem working its way into Santana's mouth. Brittany's hands come down to grasp at Santana's ass and pull her in even closer.
They make out against the sink in the kitchen for a long time, until Santana feels someone tapping her on the shoulder. It's Quinn, and she's looking a bit concerned.
"Your roommate's on the balcony puking her brains out," she says to Santana who has to shove Brittany off herself to get her to stop sucking at her neck. Santana gets a big glass of water for Rachel, and Brittany takes another shot of tequila and seems to have no clue what's going on. Brittany follows Santana onto balcony, blunt in hand, and seems surprised to find a wasted looking Rachel, covered in her own throw up.
"Fuck, Rachel. Really? Already?" Santana says. "Here, drink this." Rachel drinks the water, holds her head in her hands, then vomits over the railing again. Brittany takes a seat in the lawn chair and lights up her blunt looking only a bit disgusted.
"Rachel, take a hit of this. It'll help chill your stomach out," Brittany slurs trying to hand Rachel the blunt.
"No thanks, I don't smoke," Rachel hiccups. Santana takes a hit off the blunt before she moves back into the kitchen to get Rachel more water.
"Thank you, Santana," Rachel gets out when she hands her more water. Santana rubs at Rachel's back and holds back her hair as she vomits again. It's gross, and Santana doesn't know when the last time was when she was this nice to Rachel, but she's been in her position before and knows it's best to have someone with you. She calls Rachel a cab and gets her an old shirt of Brittany's to change into. After she helps Rachel into the back of the cab, Santana comes back out onto the living room where Brittany is sitting on the couch with her eyes closed, smile plastered on her face, blunt dangling low on her lips. Santana plucks the blunt from between her lips and takes a hit, flicks off some ash, and settles into Brittany's lap.
The party's still going strong now that they're into the early hours of the morning, and Mike's spinning and scratching some classics that really get the crowd going. Brittany wraps her arms up around Santana from behind as Santana blows out a smoke ring. Brittany hasn't been this drunk since they were at Puck's party and is starting to get tunnel vision. She keeps her arms locked around Santana though and lets her place the blunt back in between her lips, waiting for Brittany to take a hit before she moves the blunt back to her own lips. They sit like this until the blunt has burned low, and Santana puts it out in the ash tray on the coffee table. Brittany moves to kiss at Santana's bare shoulder as she sits across her lap, and soon they're back to sloppily making out on the couch.
Santana gets a jolt as she feels one Brittany's hands slide up under her dress and rub at her bare thigh. Santana breaks the kiss, and realizes Brittany's really drunk. Like so drunk she's trying to make a move on Santana in the living room with about fifty other people standing around. Santana's pretty gone herself, but she has the sense to stand back up, help Brittany wobble into a standing position, say goodnight to some friends, hand control of the party over to Brittany's roommates, grab the rest of the tequila, and lead a staggering Brittany by the hand back to her bedroom. She locks the door behind them, and they can still hear the loud yelling and music coming from the next room, but Brittany's already sliding Santana out of her dress.
Soon they're both naked and on the bed. Brittany grabs for the tequila and pours it all over Santana's chest, head moving down to lap it up. How Brittany's still drinking at this point Santana has no idea, but the sensation of Brittany's tongue swirling around her nipple is enough for her not to care. Once Brittany's throughly satisfied that she's gotten all the tequila off Santana's breasts she moves back up to kiss Santana. It's like kissing an alcoholic Santana thinks, and Brittany's gotten really sloppy, her tongue sliding haphazardly all over Santana's. Brittany's fingers are digging into her hips as Santana wraps her arms up around Brittany's head, rolls them over, takes control, and slows the kiss down a bit. She runs her hands over Brittany's breasts, feeling her nipples harden under her fingers.
"You better cop a feel of this while you can babe," Brittany slurs out between kisses. Santana has no idea what that means, and doesn't really care to find out since Brittany's too drunk to make sense anyways. Santana just continues kissing and rubbing her body into Brittany, and when she brings a hand to cup at Brittany's core she pulls back.
"And here's where I stop you," Brittany mumbles pushing Santana off her, getting up off the bed quite ungracefully, and staggering over to the closet.
Santana has to pinch herself to make sure she's not dreaming another cough syrup fueled dream because when Brittany comes walking unsteadily back over to the bed, she got the strap on in one hand and is swinging a pair of metal handcuffs in the other. Santana clinches her legs together unconsciously as she feels herself getting wetter.
"Santana," Brittany says climbing on all fours up the bed towards Santana again. "I'm putting you under citizen's arrest for being way too fucking sexy," Brittany says as she pulls Santana's hands up over her head and locks her wrists to the bedpost. Santana pulls against them and quickly realizes that these handcuffs are the real deal, not some fuzzy pink bullshit, they cut into her skin a bit as she struggles against them momentarily, Brittany coming to sit on her hips. They haven't had sex since Santana had her cold, and not being able to touch Brittany now that they're finally about to get it on, it's torture, but the kind of torture Santana's into.
"I would read you your rights, but unfortunately for you the only right you have right now is the right to lay here try not to faint," Brittany says running her hands up Santana's stomach to grab roughly at her breasts before holding Santana by the shoulders to brace herself as she leans down to kiss her. Brittany pulls at Santana's bottom lip with her teeth as she straightens back out, slides off Santana momentarily, and quickly puts on the strap on. Santana is astonished that this is even happening. She's pretty sure it's not, but she tugs against the handcuffs again, feels them catch and pull on the small hairs on her wrist, and the pain lets her know that this is indeed real. Brittany leans in close to her ear as she spreads Santana's legs wide with her hands.
"So, Santana," Brittany whispers into her ear, hand running up and down Santana's very wet folds. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Santana takes a shaky deep breath and nods.
"I wanna hear you."
"Yes," Santana mumbles out. She's incredibly turned on right now and really just wants to get this show on the road already, but apparently Brittany wants to play a little game first.
"Yes what?" Brittany asks, fingers coming up to circle around Santana's already swollen clit.
"Y-yes, I want you to fuck me," Santana hisses out. This is totally the point where any other night she'd be threatening to scratch the shit out of Brittany's back for teasing her like this, but in her currently restrained position all she can do is what Brittany tells her to do. Brittany seems to be loving having this kind of control over Santana and decides to tease some more, because soon she's back to kissing at Santana's neck. Santana lets out a frustrated groan and rocks her hips up, hoping that if she angles them right the strap on will magically slide in and she'll get the friction she needs.
After biting and sucking what will undoubtedly be another unsightly hickey into Santana's neck, Brittany lines the strap on at Santana's entrance and uses her hips to slowly push it forward.
"Fuck, you're tight," Brittany says with a slight frown. The strap on hasn't gotten any smaller since the last time they used it, and it takes Brittany a couple tries to get it to finally slide in. Santana arches her back up into Brittany, looking for more contact, and thankfully Brittany obliges, coming down to rest on her forearms at either side of Santana's head as her hips start rocking a beautiful rhythm.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop," Brittany slurs into Santana's ear, tongue poking out to lick at the shell of her ear. "Then I'm gonna fuck you some more," she adds with a smile picking up the pace of her thrusts. Santana rocks her hips up to meet each thrust until Brittany grabs her by the waist, pins her down, holds herself up at arms length, and starts rolling her whole upper body down to her hips hard into the girl below her. Santana desperately wants to get her hands on Brittany, so she tries to ball her hands up into fists and slide out of the handcuffs, but Brittany seems to have had the drunken foresight to lock her to the bedpost as tight as possible. Since Santana can't show Brittany how incredible what she's doing right now feels she resigns herself to just tell her.
"Britt," Santana heaves out, chest falling and rising quick. "That feels fuckin' a-amazinggg" the last word catching on her tongue as Brittany sits up, angles her hips just right, and thrusts hard, hitting the spot inside Santana that makes her eyes roll back into her head. Brittany's popping her hips forward at a breakneck speed, and Santana feels her body start to jerk involuntarily with each thrust. Brittany puts Santana's hips into a vice grip, pushing them down into the bed, as she leans back a bit more and starts rolling her hips in small circles. Santana can feel herself rounding on her orgasm, and when Brittany releases her right hip and brings her hand down to rub at Santana's clit, leaning back over her squirming form as she thrusts as hard and fast as she can, Santana screams loud, body bowing into Brittany. She comes hard, and true to her word Brittany shows no sign of letting up.
Brittany's still rolling her hips hard into Santana, pulling out only a little bit as she cocks her hips back, then thrusting all the way back into her as she brings her hips forward to meet Santana's. Brittany's gotten really aroused watching Santana flail around like she's possessed, and wants desperately to slip a hand under the strap on and rub herself off, but maintains her cool when she tells herself that the second she unlocks those handcuffs Santana's going to be on her like white on rice.
She slows her pace to give Santana a bit of a breather, but quickly gets on working her up. Soon Santana's moaning loudly again. Brittany leans down on her forearms and kisses her breathless, hips rocking faster by the second. She breaks the kiss and pulls all the way out before thrusting fully back in. Santana lets out a strangled noise that sounds something like Brittany's name, and Brittany breaks back into the quick circular motions that drove Santana wild the first time. Santana shuts her eyes tight, and feels Brittany angle upwards again into her g-spot. Santana comes harder than the first time, and is pretty sure she just squirted all over Brittany because suddenly Brittany's stomach feels very wet. Brittany looks down at her stomach totally fascinated and turned on. She's never seen a girl do that. She thinks about saying something to Santana but settles on just kissing her instead, slowing her thrust, and carefully pulling out.
"That was totally hot," Brittany says in between kisses. She sits up on Santana's waist wipes at her stomach with her hand then brings it to her mouth licking it.
"Tasty," she says with a wink. She leans over to the side to grab the tequila off the floor, unscrews the cap, and takes two long gulps.
"You are so incredibly wasted," Santana says from where she's still restrained, hands cuffed around the bed post. She like Brittany when she's drunk, mostly because she's so inhibited that the sex is even hotter than usual, but it's going to be totally unsexy when Brittany pukes on her. Santana crosses her fingers and hopes that won't happen. From the few times Santana's drank with Brittany she can see that she holds her liquor well, so she tries to move on from that disgusting image.
Soon Brittany's back to rubbing her body on Santana, licking at her neck.
"Turn over," Brittany commands. It's difficult without use of her arms and Brittany on top of her, but somehow Santana manages to flip over onto her stomach. Brittany spends a long time staring at Santana's ass, fingertips coming up to run over the soft skin there. Santana notices she's being softer with her than she usually is and finds herself wishing for the rough and dominating side of Brittany she's come to love.
She gets her wish soon enough as she feels a hand fall across her butt cheek hard with a loud smack. Brittany admires the handprint with a smile then looks up into Santana's eyes where she's lying with her cheek to the bed. She looks like she wants more, but Brittany wants to be sure.
"You want me to do that again?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah, hit me," Santana breathes out. Brittany bring her hand down harder than the first time, and the loud pop of skin on skin fills the room. After smacking Santana a few more times, Brittany gets struck with a brilliant idea. She leans down close to Santana's ear, hands brushing her hair out of the way.
"San, can I...?" Brittany trails off not knowing how to ask the question without saying it flat out.
"Can you what, Britt? Fuck me? Yes. You don't need to ask. Besides, I'm not really in any kind of position to deny you anything right now," Santana says referring to the handcuffs holding her down.
"No, I mean..." Brittany brings a finger down to Santana's other entrance and pushes it in a tiny bit. "Yes? No?" Santana's eyebrows shoot high onto her forehead. She's never done that before with anyone, but she thinks about it for a second and decides that if there's anyone she wants to do this with, it's Brittany. She nods yes, and Brittany smiles big.
"You sure though? We don't have to. It's your call," Brittany says as she reaches into the drawer on her nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube.
"No, I'm sure. Just be sure to take your time," Santana replies. Brittany nods, pulls Santana up onto her hands and knees, sits back on her heels, squirts out a handful of lube and rubs it up and down the strap on. Once it's as slippery as it possibly can be, she lines it up with Santana and very carefully tries guiding it in, using two fingers to lead the way. The fingers inside Santana feel strangely good, and she tries her best to relax and let Brittany continue working her way inside her. After a minute or so of very careful prodding, Santana feels something stretch her wide and she lets out an involuntary whimper. The head's in, but it already feels like a bit too much.
"You OK?" Brittany asks squirting more lube onto the strap on.
"Yeah, just keep that lube coming." Brittany pushes forward with her hips, and Santana can't help wincing just a bit. Soon she's able to relax into it, and the pain stops. It takes Brittany a couple of minutes before she's all the way in, and Santana has to admit that it feels really, really good.
"That feels better than I thought it would," Santana admits.
"It's about to feel even better," Brittany says with a smile, throwing the lube to the side, placing her hands firmly on Santana's ass, and slowly starting to rock her hips. After successfully eliciting a deep moan from Santana, Brittany leans down over the top of her bent over body, hands coming up to grab the headboard as she pumps in and out, hips grinding hard. She tries to keep the pace slow for Santana's sake, but seeing Santana like this, face contorted in a look of pure ecstasy, hips starting to move back into Brittany's in time, it's got Brittany more than just hot and bothered.
"Oh fuck yes," Brittany breathes out when Santana turns her head to look into her eyes. Brittany starts to pick up the pace a bit, working her abs and back into it, gripping the headboard hard, a loud smack coming each time Santana brings her ass back into Brittany's hips. The throbbing Brittany's feeling in her core is entirely distracting, but she focuses herself the best she can on pushing Santana onwards toward orgasm. After slowly picking up the pace to a quick in and out thrust, Brittany brings a hand down between Santana's legs and feels around for her clit. She knows immediately when she's found it because Santana throws her head back and takes a sharp inhale. Brittany rubs hard, making sure to keep up the pace with her hips. She leans back in, pulls Santana's head back by the hair, and speaks directly into her ear.
"Come for me, San." Brittany rubs just right, and Santana does as she's told, screaming Brittany's name loud and clear. She collapses onto the bed seconds later, Brittany still thrusting in and out above her.
Brittany slides back out, quickly gets rid of the strap on, grabs the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand, unlock them, and flops down onto the bed next to Santana whose breath is still coming out shallow and fast. Brittany's really drunk and totally tired, but when Santana calms back down, she gives Brittany a look that makes Brittany forget all about going to sleep.
"That," Santana says moving to straddle Brittany's hips, "is going to cost you." She kisses Brittany hard and full of passion, but quickly breaks the kiss and licks a trail down Brittany's body, hands running wild, grabbing at everything they can now that they're finally free. When she reaches Brittany's core she spreads Brittany's legs wide and dives right in. She could tell how turned on Brittany was during all that, but she isn't prepared for how wet she is. Brittany wants Santana's tongue everywhere at once, but settles for bringing her hand down and guiding Santana back up from where she had been licking around the inside of her entrance to her clit which she immediately sucks into her mouth. It feels ridiculously good, and Brittany runs the hand that's not tangled in Santana's hair up over her own chests and grabs at her breast, pushing her hips up into Santana's mouth as she does so. Santana starts in on doing figure eights over Brittany's clit, and before she knows what's what Brittany's moaning loudly and clinching her thighs around Santana's head.
Santana licks up after herself, unwraps Brittany's thighs from around her face, and moves to lie down next to her. When she next looks over at Brittany she's fast asleep. Santana picks up the tequila, takes a swig, pulls the blanket over them, and goes to sleep herself.