I thought we'd, you know, make out for a little, maybe get to second and with a little luck a preview of third. But, the way Santana is grinding down on me right now and sucking on my tongue, I think I'll be getting her pot o' gold. And then some. And again and again. If you know what I mean.
We're on my bed, she moving her hips and they ain't lying. Her hands are up my shirt, one is tickling my ribs and the other is creeping up slowly towards my chest. She then rips off my shirt. Holy moly, this is fucking awesome. Her kisses keep getting better and better. Her tongue is doing wonders in my mouth, making me moan and whimper. I can feel her smirk against my lips.
Well, I can't let her have all the fun. With that, I flip her on to back. She squeals out of surprise, and I move my kisses to her neck.
"Oh, Briiiitt." she moans as I latch on to that spot. Yeah, that's right, Sanny. Say my name. I move my hand under her shirt and feel her abs. I know that it's a little bit too early to be saying this but I am in love. I just want to marry her abs. And, that's saying a lot because have you seen MY abs? I keep moving my hand up her body, occasionally stopping and just enjoying the feel of her muscle tensing against my skin, but I have to keep my eyes on the prize: those rambunctious twins she has on her ribcage. As I reach the bottom of her bra, I stay there, teasing her.
I feel myself getting lost in the passion of our kisses, it's just amazing. I finally give in and reach under her bra. These feel amazing. Everything we're doing is amazing. I gently squeeze her breast and she bucks her hips. When I begin to rub my thumb across her nipple, she moans my name again and tries to flip us over again.
But this time, it didn't work. This time we landed we landed on the floor. And this time, I hear a crack echoing. I had very little supervision when I was a child so I know that sound all to well. And then my suspicions are confirmed when Sanny cries out "Son of bitch, son of a bitch, son of a bitch. Britt, baby, I think I broke my hand."
I turn to my head to the left and that's when I see it: bone in her hand poking through the top of her hand.
"Santana! You THINK you broke your hand?" I panic, that must hurt like a bitch. I don't want my baby to hurt. "Santana, don't move, okay? I'm taking you to the hospital but you can't move." I try to say as calmly as possible but in all honestly "calm" is not in my vocabulary right now.
I wrap my arms around her waist and all these years of dancing have paid off because I stand up holding her. She wraps her arms around my neck gently and I start walking as fast as I can without moving her too much.
"Brittany, if my hand wasn't throbbing like a bitch, this would be the hottest thing ever." She painfully laughed. "Baby, my purse, my purse." She motioned her head toward her purse on the kitchen counter and tightened her legs around me. I grab the car keys and her purse.
"Don't worry, Sanny. Before you know it, I'll be lifting you up all the time. And then definitely pounding into until you scream my name." I say nonchalantly because it's true. It'll happen. But mostly I say it because I want to distract her so she's not focus on her hand.
"BRITTANY!" She yelled.
"Yeah, just like that. But more breathy, you know."
"I can't believe you just said that!" she laughs in disbelief.
I'm almost to the car and she hasn't complained about the pain so I guess I distracted her enough.
"Well, I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure that your hand is pretty fucked up and you're going to have to get a cast and since you're left handed, that means no sweet lady sex for a couple weeks, only sweet lady kisses. Are you going to be able to make it that long, baby?" I seductively ask while unlocking the car door. Seriously, thank Baby Jesus I work out because this would have been impossible otherwise. It's not that she's heavy because she can't weigh more than 115, it's just awkward trying to multitask so many things.
"Britt, don't do this to me now, baby. Not when you're holding me up and my crotch is rubbing against your beautiful body and I can't do single thing about it." She says right before crashing her lips into mine. The second she nibbles on my lip, it all comes back to me. She fucked up her hand and she might be bleeding and needs to go to the hospital.
I reluctantly pull away but her health is definitely my priority right now. "Sanny," I say a little out of breath, "your hand. We need to get your hand stitched up. I'm going to put you in the car right now, okay?" I bend down a little "Watch your head," as I finish putting her in. I close the door and make my way around to the driver's side.
As I go to turn the key ignition, I look over to Santana's hand. BIG mistake. It's brutal. I didn't even notice before but apart from the bone sticking out from the top of her hand, one of her fingers is bent the wrong way. I've seen a lot of dancing injuries but this one hits close to home.
"Santana! What the hell did you do to your hand? Poor baby, don't worry, you'll be fine" I panic as I turn to check the street to see if it's clear to pull out of the parking spot.
"I tried to brace my fall but obviously that didn't really work out. Embarrassing..." she tried to dismissively wave her hand but she just ended up whimpering.
"San, don't move. You'll be fine, you'll be okay. You'll get to keep your hand. And if you don't, it's okay because I'll be around to help you eat and put your panties on and braid your hair. Don't worry, I'll be right next to holding your nub if anything happens." I'm nervous, I'm clutching onto this steering wheel so hard that I'm pretty sure I might snap it in half at any second.
I look over to her and she has a confused look on her face. I think I'm more worried about her than she is. We finally get into the hospital parking lot and I whip the car into a parking space. I run over to the other side of the car and I open her car door.
"Don't move." I bend down to pick her up.
"Britt, it's my hand not my foot. I can walk just fine." she laughs. But I'm not having it. I don't want to risk it.
"No, it's fine. I'm not going to risk it. What if by walking a shard of your broken bone goes through your blood and gets lodged in your liver or something? I'm carry you. Just shut up and enjoy the ride." I say with finality. "Not up for discussion."
I wrap my one arm around her shoulder and the other behind her knees so I'm picking her up like a bride. It's good practice for the future.
I find the entrance to the ER and walk straight to the desk lady to check in.
"Her hands about to fall off, can you fix it?" I basically yell out, startling her.
The lady, according to her badge her name is Brenda, looks at Santana then at me and then at Santana and looks at me again. Like, she reaaaally looks at me.
"Is it just her hand? Did she hurt her legs or feet? Does she need a wheelchair?"
"No, just her hand." I said it was her hand. If it were her feet, I would've said that too. Obviously.
"Then why are you carrying her?" she says with tone. Oh, no she did not.
"Am I not allowed to carry my girlfriend when she's hurt?" I bite back.
"Look, I broke my third metacarpal, possibly my fourth, and some damn carpals as well. That's it. Can we go to triage now? Because this shit hurts like a damn bitch." Santana yelled at Brenda. She still manages to be commanding while being carried. Wow.
"Uh, okay. Just let me see your identification and social security card." Yeah, that's right, lady. Know your place.
I can't get that stuff out of San's purse while holding her so I have to sit her down. "I have to put you down but don't you dare move, understand?" I wait for a nod before moving.
She finally nods, "I'm not going anywhere, Britt. You're my ride." she jokes as I put her down and get her wallet from her purse. Damn, she has a lot of shit in here. But I finally find her wallet.
"This is the greatest license picture ever! You look so pretty!" Her hair is perfectly coiffed and her cute little dimples on full display. "Aww, how cute!" I gush as I hand Brenda everything she needs.
Santana blushes and puts her head down. "Briiiitt, just give her my stuufff!" she whined. "Wait! Brittany, you don't have a shirt on! Here, here, take my sweater! Take my sweater off now!" she frantically ordered me. I look down at myself, woulda' ya look at that? When did that happen?
"It's okay, no big deal, Sanny." I say as I shurg my shoulders. It's not, I've been seen in a lot less.
"What?!" she snapped her face toward me again, as she stopped struggling to take her sweater off. "What do you mean 'no big deal'? You. Don't. Have. A. Shirt. On! How is that not a big deal?" as she tried to pull off her sweater again which was hilarious to watch her struggle since she basically only had one hand.
"I'm a dancer, San. When you gotta change in front of thirty other people back stage a couple times a night. And we would be semi-naked on stage. This," I said as I pointed to my bra-clad chest "is normal for me."
"Well, maybe I don't want this to be normal for you!" she snapped at me.
Whoa, wasn't expecting that. Scary Sanny.
"Wait, I'm sorry. I, I didn't mean to say it like that. I just don't want other people gawking at you. And with that body, they certainly will. I want to be the only one to gawk at you." she says as she puts her head down.
Awww, she's already territorial over me.
"Okay, fine. Stop fidgeting. I don't want to take your sweater off because I don't want to hurt your hand. I'll run to the car and find something. I'll be right back." I look to Brenda. "Are you going to take much longer?"
"No, actually. I just have to give her the bracelet and then they'll be calling her out back." she explained as she put the bracelet on Santana's right wrist. "Take a seat and they'll come get you in a few." she said with a smile. After I picked Santana up again, Brenda said "I'm not really sure why you insist on picking her up for a broken hand, but you two really are a cute couple. I really can see you two together for a long time." I don't know how to take that. She sounded sincere but she also sounded like an undercover bitch.
I looked down at a blushing Santana and smiled, "Yeah, me too. Thanks." I walked over to the waiting room where we got a couple weird looks but Santana quickly fixed that with a glare. I found a good seat and sat her down. "I'll be right back. Do not move, Santana." I gave a kiss on her temple and went running. I don't even remember when I took my shirt off, ugh.
I get to the car and spot a hoodie in the back. Oh, that reminds me, I gotta can call Quinn to tell her that I kinda' took her car... Thankfully my phone is still in my pocket.
"Quinn!"
"Hey, Britt. What's up?" she responded.
"Okay, so Santana broke her hand and I took your car to take her to the hospital. Maybe you can tell Rachel so she doesn't worry?"
"Oh, my gosh! What happened? Is she all right other than her hand?" Quinn asked worriedly. It's nice to know she cares about Santana.
"Um, we fell off the bed. She tried to break the fall with her hands and now her tiny, little hand has bones poking out."
"Eeeew. Do you guys need us there?" I know she offered but I can't tell it was one of those fake offerings. Like, they offer but secretly they're hoping you decline.
"No, we're fine. Or, she'll be fine. I just didn't want you to freak out when you couldn't find your car. But, I'm about to walk in again so I'll let you know what happens. Bye." I hang up and see my little Sanny looking at her hand. I sit down next to her and carefully wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her temple another kiss.
"Miss me?"
"Of course." she smiled and leaned in to give me a quick kiss but I wanted a little more than that. Of course I kept it appropriate for a public setting. "I'm sorry I made you bring me to the hospital. Today was supposed to be a great day for us but I had to get all antsy and try to top you and then bust my hand." She just sounded tiny. Poor baby!
I squeezed my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. "You didn't ruin anything, well, except for your hand. I don't know about you but today has turned out to be one of the best days ever for me. I am closer to making you mine and that to me is all that matters."
She's so adorable when she blushes. "I guess you're right." She gives me a peck on the cheek and nuzzles into my neck.
"Lopez, Santana Rosario."
"Hey, that's you." I leaned down to pick her up again. I totally understand that she can walk just fine but I just like holding her. Can you blame? I don't think she minds either because she totally always snuggles into my chest when I pick her up.
"All right, right this way, please." The nurse said as she walked in.
THREE PAINFUL HOURS, SOME SHOTS, AND A CAST LATER
"Wait, I don't want to get your keys so could you knock with your good hand?" I asked San while I stood in front of her apartment with her in my arms.
"Sure, baby." I like it when she calls me 'baby.' I've had lots of people call me that but she's the only one that makes me feel all warm inside.
KNOCK KNOCK
After hearing a scuffle, the door swung open. It was Quinn.
"Quinn?" I asked. Isn't this Sanny's house? I looked at the number on the door to double check that we were standing in front of the right door. "Why are you here? Where's Rachel?"
"Santana! What happened? I thought it was just your hand?" Quinn completely ignored me while inspecting Santana's body. If I didn't know she was totally obsessed with Rachel, I'd be a little upset.
"Relax, Fabray. It IS only my hand." San lifted her broken hand with her new cast. "Britt just understands and accepts that I deserve to be treated like royalty so she refuses to let my feet touch the same soiled ground you peasants use for your every day, mundane activities."
Quinn just stares at me. "Really, Brittany? You thought I'd be into that?" she asked as she pointed at Santana.
"Hey! Stop that, she's my Sanny and if she says she doesn't want to share the floor with you, I'll buy myself a saddle if I have to. Can you let us in? Your highness needs to rest." I try to say with a straight face but when I hear Santana trying to hold back her laughter, it's a lost cause. "No, but seriously, Q. Move. She has to nap." I tell her with some authority in my voice but I'm still laughing a bit.
"Oh, yeah. Let me know if you need anything." She opened the door all the way so we could walk through.
"How are you feeling?" I ask her as I tighten my hold on her body and make my way to her bedroom but I'm not really sure where to go, so I wing it.
"I'm fine, I'm actually not tired at all." She told me as I walked into what I think is her room and set her down on the bed.
"I'm assuming this is your room, I just walked into the first room I saw." I tentatively say.
"Yeah, this is mine, Britt." she laughed.
"Holy cow, San. Why is it so dark in here?" she has no lamp or anything in here. Maybe she is part vampire. Well, I had always hoped to have a little vampire in me sooner or later. "And all your bedding is dark, and are your walls black too?"
"Yeah, it's fashion forward and I don't need the light fucking up my skin. I'm in my 20s but I can pass for 15." she says as she flips her hair over her shoulder. "Why? It's my skin. Because I try to stay out of the light. I don't take any chances." Oh, well, she does have nice skin. "And when I absolutely have to expose my skin to the harshness that is the light, I slather on the sunblock."
"It works. You look real pretty." I compliment her. She blushes a little, which is super cute. "So, you don't have to take your pain meds for another five hours unless you absolutely have to." I get up and find her TV's remote and place it on the bed next to her. "Here's the remote so you can watch your TV's and you have your phone, I totally put my number in there while they were taking xrays, so you can call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Wait, you're not staying?"
"Well, I don't want to bother you." I say as I look down. "You've just gone through an extremely traumatic experience and I think you need this down time to reflect what you've just experienced." I don't want her to have any sort of PTSD every time we have sex. Can we say 'awkward'? I sure as hell can.
She smiles and shakes her head a little. "I broke my hand. It's fine. Did you forget that I'm in med school? I should've asked for my xrays and did a show and tell with my class. Don't worry." she pats the spot next to her, "Come here. Don't go, unless you're busy or something. But I'd like for you to stay. Please?" she pouted.
"Are you sure?" I really don't want to intrude.
"Yesss! I'm sure! Now come here and keep me warm."
I walk around the side of the bed so I'm her good side. I settle down and wrap my arm around her shoulder so she can snuggle into me. "This is nice." It really is. It's just like this morning but without all the underlying guilt. So, this is waaay better. I think I like it this way, like without the sex, better. If we hadn't fallen off my bed, I'm almost positive that we would've had sex. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy sex as much as the next lady but this is Santana. Everything has already happened so fast, I don't wanna to ruin it with having sex already. I want to have meaningful sex with San. I want it to be special. I don't want to have what I had with all those other people, she deserves more than that from me.
"Brittany?" she says as she nudges against me, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Are you all right? You weren't saying anything."
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I was just thinking. What'd you say?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking about how that bitch at the hospital was sexing you up with her eyes. How dare she? You were carrying me and you even said 'girlfriend'. She had the balls to check you out even though you were obviously taken. Rude." I don't really remember when but somewhere during that whole thing, she gripped onto my waist and now she's giving me like a death grip. Wait? Taken?
" 'Taken'? I'm taken? Since when?" I teased. Duh, I know I'm kinda' taken but we just haven't talked about it.
"Uh, well, I, um..." she stuttered as she back off from me. Super cute when she's flustered.
"San, come here!" I said as I pulled her back into me. "Don't be silly. That's actually what I was thinking about earlier. We literally met like three days ago and not so long ago, we were about to have sex."
"Ugh, don't remind me about how much we have to wait now." she whined.
"Well, see that's the thing. I've had sex with tons of boys and girls," she scowled, so maybe that wasn't the greatest way to put that. "They were all just one time things or flings. None of them ever meant anything. But with you, I want it to mean something more than just sex. Sex isn't dating but I want to date you, San." Her face definitely softened and she looked away but not before I saw her cheeks redden a bit. And they say ethnic people don't blush, yeah, right. "That's why I'm glad we got interrupted. I'm not glad you got hurt because I was really scared, San. I'm glad we didn't have sex because this way we can wait and get to know each other so when that time finally comes, it'll be even better." She still hasn't said anything but she did cuddle up even more against me. "I like you, Santana. I really do but I hardly know anything about you. And that scares me because I didn't think it was possible for me to like someone so much so fast. We just met and you're already so special to me." I say softly as I run my finger through her luscious hair. I wonder what she does to it to make it so pretty. I guess I'll have to ask her that later.
I can feel her mumbling against my chest. "What did you say, San?"
She lifts her head and looks at me. "You're special to me too, Britt-Britt. And I think you're right, we should get to know each other before we do anything. I don't know anything about you either but I want to know everything there is to know. And, I really can't wait until I really am your girlfriend so I can tell the next crusty ass bitch that checks you out that you're mine." I kinda' like jealous Santana. It'll make for some fine lady sex in the future.
"So, we're really doing this?"
"Yup, we're waiting until I at least get this stupid cast off before we show how much we care about each other while having hot, girl on girl sex. I think we'll have fun getting to know one another buuuut, I have to warn you." she takes a deep breath, "I don't really share my feelings. I tend to keep everything bottled up inside. So please, bare with me."
"Really? Because all you've been doing since we basically met is sharing your feelings." I say a tad confused.
"I told you were special. But, I've got all the time in the world to find out exactly how special you. How about for now, we pop in some Sweet Valley High and get our cuddle on?"
"That sounds just like what the doctor ordered, San."