Tease: Chapter 11
Disclaimer: I still do not own Glee.
To see what the wedding ring will look like google the Tiffany Flower.
watup2mycup this chapter and the next one is for you, thank-you for the idea it has given me a lot of inspiration.
I hope you all enjoy this super long chapter.
Santana walks slowly out of her office, slipping her form fitting jacket over her shoulders as she goes, a small pile of sealed envelopes in her hand. The brunette passes Vanessa sitting at her desk by the office door, typing away on her computer, the Latina stops for a moment to turn to her.
"I'm going out on my lunch break now, I'll be back in about an hour or so." She tells her assistant her eyes downcast as she buttons up her jacket.
"Sure thing, I'll be here." Vanessa replies her voice light and flirtatious as she looks over Santana's body, the material of the black jacket clutching at her curves.
"You can go on your lunch hour when I come back." The brunette replies, not noticing her assistants advances. "Oh and I'd like these mailed before you go, you can do it on your way out." She adds dropping the small pile of envelopes on her desk.
"Sure thing." The taller woman replies beaming up at the Brunette, batting her eyelids.
"Thanks." Santana responds, briefly giving her a small half smile back, her dark eyes not meeting the other woman's blue.
Santana walks out of her office suite, checking her phone for the time on the way out. She closes the door quietly behind her, cutting off Vanessa's view of her ass.
A half an hour later A blonde dancer struts into the building wearing a fashionable black trench coat buttoned right up to her neck and stopping just above her knees, the material rubbing against her stocking covered legs as she moves gracefully yet effortlessly towards the elevator, her black stiletto's clicking against the smooth marble floor.
"Uhm, What floor Miss?" A short flustered man in a brown suit asks as she enters, looking up at her, his eyes taking in her unusual attire for her current whereabouts.
"Floor 19 please." She replies politely smiling back down at him. "And it's soon to be Mrs." Brittany corrects, extending her left hand to show off her ring proudly.
The short man presses his index finger into the number nineteen button before turning back to her to look at the beautiful white gold band on her finger, lined with diamonds around the entire band.
"Well congratulations!" He smiles, his eyes still set on the ring. "Wow, that's one beautiful engagement ring, I couldn't even begging to imagine what the wedding ring would look like."
"Wait, engagement ring?" Brittany asks her head tilting to the side slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, most bands like the one that you are wearing, have a counterpart, so that one ring symbolizes engagement and the other marriage." The short man explains to her. "The wedding ring is usually more grand."
"Oh..." The dancer mumbles under her breath looking down at her ring. Could this man be right? Did Santana get two rings for her?
"How do you know so much about rings?" Brittany asks.
"I'm actually a jeweler, I'm here filing a court case for someone who robbed my store." The man replies. "Anyway this is my floor, it was nice talking to you."
"Bye." The blonde replies with a small absent minded wave, looking back down to her ring.
The doors of the elevator close before it begins to move upwards yet again, the buttons lighting up as each floor is passed.
I'll have to ask San about the rings later the dancer thinks to herself, twisting the ring around her finger thoughtfully, imagining what the wedding ring (if there is one) would look like.
A soft beep is sounded as the elevator reaches the nineteenth floor, the doors sliding open. Brittany walks out and heads to Santana's office suite passing meeting rooms and suites waving to various people she had met when Santana had first brought her to her workplace. The dancer eventually finds her way to the door of her fiance's suite opening it and stepping inside to find Vanessa sitting at her desk typing. Heat rises in the blonde's chest as her eyes rest on the woman, the thought of her being alone with Santana in this room causing anger to swell in her chest. Brittany closes the door loudly behind her to make Vanessa aware of her presence.
The black haired woman's eyes flicker up, narrowing at the sight of the blonde standing at the door, the soft clicking of the keys stop. "Santana is on her lunch break." She spits out, her eyes going back to the computer screen as she starts to type again.
Brittany strides towards the desk with confidence, stopping on the other side to look down at the other woman. "I know San's out on her lunch break, I'm her wife." Brittany chimes, trying not to show Vanessa her anger.
"Not yet you're not." Vanessa replies standing up from her chair to look down at the blonde standing at the other side of her desk, crossing her arms over her chest mirroring the dancer.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Brittany asks arching an eyebrow like she had seen Santana do so many times.
"It means that San isn't officially tied down yet." The assistant growls back. "So she could be taken away from you at any given time, by someone more...Worthy of her."
Brittany straightens up, pulling herself up to her full height her head tilting up towards the taller woman at the sound of Santana's nickname on Vanessa's tongue, her lips curl into a sneer at the words used. Her hands move from across her chest to her hips, her eyes looking up menacingly at the woman before her. Brittany had never been this angry before and most of the time she tried not to get angry at all but this was different, this woman was trying to steal her Santana.
I may have not lived in Lima Heights but I sure as hell spent a lot of time there, I'm going to show this bitch who's boss.
"Listen up home wrecker, my soul mate and soon to be wife comes from Lima Heights Adjacent and if there is one thing I have learned from being in Lima Heights is that you do not mess with anyone there, because do you know what happens in Lima Heights? Bad, bad things, so if you even put one foot out of line and decide to go against the rule's I'm about to lay down for you, I will not hesitate to go all Lima Heights on you, because after watching Santana do it a thousand times trust me when I say that I can bring it." Brittany's voice rings out with confidence and pride causing the taller woman to sink back into her seat staring up at the blonde who is now towering over her. "You got that?" She adds her voice raising a little. Vanessa nods her head fiercely her eyes wide at the sudden unexpected outburst.
Wow, I like this Lima Height's me. Now to lay down the rules.
"Now for the rules." The dancer announces, staring down at Vanessa. "One, you are to address Santana and I as Mrs Pierce-Lopez after we are married, and for the time being you are to call Santana Miss Lopez understand?" Vanessa nods again, not saying a word.
"Rule two, if Santana is to come home early for work, you are not to come with her and you are to only see her in this building, you got that?" The taller woman nods for the third time, her sudden fear of the blonde rendering her unable to speak.
"Rule three, and this is the last one." Brittany leans over the desk placing her hands down on top of it to stare Vanessa straight in the eye. "Santana is mine and she is all mine, she is my San, she is my Sanny and if I ever hear anything other than her last name with a Miss in front of it come out of your mouth It will be the last second you ever see the inside of this office or this building again." the blonde hisses. "Am I making it clear?"
"Yes, I understand Miss Pierce." Vanessa squeaks her eyes lowering down into her lap, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. She had never thought the blonde could be like this, it seemed completely out of her nature.
"Good, now I'm going to be waiting for my San in her office, you are not going to tell her that I am in there." Brittany instructed before walking into Santana's office and closing the door loudly behind her.
Brittany undoes the belt around her long black trench coat, taking it off before hanging it up on the hook behind the door. She takes a seat at her fiance's desk noticing a large amount of photo frames on the desk, most of them containing pictures of just her, some others with the pair of them. There even was a frame with a picture of Brittany, Quinn, Rachel and Santana on the desk. A smile spreads over the blonde's face.
Well that's taken care of, now to wait for San...
Approximately thirty minutes later Santana strolls back into the building holding a coffee in one hand and a chocolate chip muffin in the other, her bag hanging off her shoulder and her jacket now slung over her arm. She takes the elevator up to the nineteenth floor the other people riding with her keeping their eyes to the ground, well aware of the Latina's reputation. When the elevator reaches her floor the brunette steps out not taking notice to the various people staring at her body fitted into a gray curve hugging dress, her black heels clicking against the tiled floor as she makes her way towards her office suite, sending polite nods to her work friends who wave to her as she walks by them. Santana reaches the door of her office suite, struggling to open the door with both her hands occupied, when she finally gets in she walks up to Vanessa's desk where her assistant is typing slower than usual, her face flushed a strange pink color.
"I'm back, you can go on your lunch hour now." Santana tells her, putting down her coffee momentarily.
"Uhm, yeah, sure, uh thanks Miss Lopez." Vanessa stammers her voice quiet while avoiding eye contact with her boss, afraid that the blonde was somehow listening in or watching her from inside of Santana's office. She gets up from her chair, grabbing her coat off the hook walking around her desk.
The brunette looks at her assistant, raising her eyebrow at her strange behavior. "Oh, don't forget to mail these." She says suddenly picking up the small pile of sealed envelopes the taller woman forgot to pick up. Santana extends her arm towards Vanessa, who takes the envelopes quickly from her hand.
"I'm sorry Miss Lopez. I'll be going now." She quickly stammers before almost running out the door.
"Well that was strange." The Latina mutters to herself quietly before picking up her coffee, turning to open the door of her office.
Santana walks into her dark office setting down her coffee and muffin at her desk, her office chair facing away from her, she walks over to the light switch to turn it on before turning back to the direction of her desk. Her jaw drops.
"I thought you would never come." Brittany smirks from Santana's black office chair.
The brunette stares at her with wide eyes her mouth hanging open. There sitting in her chair is her fiance wearing a very tight very fitting black bustier lined with white lace,thigh high stockings, small strips of black material connecting them to a pair of black and white lacy panties. The blonde sits with her feet up on the desk, giving Santana a full view of what she is wearing.
"Britt...What are you doing here?" Santana asks her eyes still wide with shock. "Wearing...That?" She adds.
"Well, I haven't been seeing enough of you lately Sanny, and I miss your attention." Brittany replies giving the brunette a puppy dog look that somehow looked sexy and cute at the same time. "And this." She adds pointing towards her outfit. "Is Victoria's secret, I bought it last night." She shrugs.
"You have been seeing me...I...I've been coming home early almost every night." The Latina stammers her eyes staring at the blonde's outfit.
"Yeah, coming home from work...With your assistant...To do more work." The dancer responds rolling her eyes a little. "So I thought up a little plan to get your attention...I know how you looove Victoria's Secret..." She trails off.
"W-well, you've certainly got my attention." Santana whispers loudly enough for the blonde to here.
"C'mon Sanny, you have work to do, come and sit." Brittany stands up off the chair becoming Santana to sit down.
Santana makes her way across the room to sit in her chair the dancer immediately sitting across her lap, her long smooth legs thrown over one of the arm rests, the brunette stiffens at the feel of Brittany's lace panties against her thigh.
The blonde points to the laptop on the desk in front of them. "Go on San, finish what you have to do so you can take all of this off when we get home."
Santana swallows loudly before lifting her hands up and over the blonde's lap to start typing slowly her hands shaking slightly.
I'm never going to work at home again she thought to herself.
Brittany spots the chocolate muffin on the table, dipping her index finger into some of the melted chocolate chips. She places her finger in her mouth, licking the melted chocolate off her finger slowly, savoring the taste. The sound of typing suddenly stops. The dancer looks down to see the brunette staring up at her intently.
"Wanna taste some San?" She asks sweetly. Santana nods.
Brittany leans down to press her lips to Santana's parted ones, her tongue dragging across the inside of the Latina's mouth slowly. Santana moans into the kiss tasting chocolate on the blonde's tongue her arms wrapping around her dancer's waist.
"Like that?" Brittany asks in a breathy voice, her face inches away from the brunette's.
"I want more." Santana whispers.
"Of the muffin?"
"No, of this." Santana's arms tighten around Brittany's waist to indicate what she wants.
"Tell me who you belong to first." Brittany whispers back.
"What?"
"Tell me who you belong to, tell me that you're mine, that the pretty, flirty assistant of yours doesn't mean a thing. Say you're mine." The blonde purrs in response.
"Vanessa?" Santana asks confused.
"The one who has been trying to steal you from me? Yeah. She actually admitted to me today that she was trying to steal you away."
"W-w-what? She said what?" The Latina questions, the sudden realization of her assistants advances beginning to click.
"Don't you worry about that baby, I took care of her, she wont be bothering us from now on." Brittany whispers to Santana. "Now tell me, who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you Britt, you know that." Santana replies, her brown eyes looking into Brittany's blue.
The blonde leans down to press a quick but passionate kiss to Santana's lips, which part immediately. "Good." She purrs, hoping the Latina would catch on soon.
The dancer gets of Santana's lap, pushing the chair back to kneel in front of it, her body wedged between the brunette's knees. "Is this the chair where you would touch yourself thinking of me?"
Santana nods, sweat appearing at her brow at the sight of Brittany between her legs, a place she hasn't visited in a long time.
"That's...so hot." The blonde says, giving Santana a sly smile. "Who do you belong to?"
"You."
Brittany places a kiss on the brunette's lower thigh. "Who?" She asks again.
"You." Santana states, catching on to what Brittany was doing.
Another kiss is placed further up her thigh.
"I belong to you."
Another kiss, this time at the hem of her dress, which is almost pushed up to her hips, Brittany's mouth an inch away from the burning between her legs.
"I'm all yours, only yours." Santana pants.
A light feathery kiss is places between the brunette's legs, right outside her entrance. Santana wishes her underwear was thinner.
"I'm yours forever, I'll never be anyone else's."
Brittany pushes herself upwards both her legs between Santana's as she pushes her chest against her lovers for support, she connects her lips to her fiance's their tongues dancing around each other as tanned hands find their way to the blonde's ass, squeezing lightly.
"Tell me again." Brittany purrs as their lips part.
"Yours all yours." Santana whispers back. "Show me that I'm yours."
The blonde presses her lips back to the brunette's as her hands grab Santana's thighs, pulling them around her waist, letting her legs wrap around her. Brittany's hands then travel up the Latina's body moving her lovers hands from grabbing her lace covered ass to wrap around her neck. Their tongues dance around each other for a few seconds more before Brittany pulls away, her eyes burning into Santana's.
"Vanessa will never have me, she means nothing, I'm yours."
With Santana wrapped around her the blonde lifts her with ease, one of her arms supporting the Latina's weight while the other removes the laptop from the desk, placing it in the chair behind her before moving the coffee cup to the far side of the table as well as the muffin and various bits of paper. She sits Santana down on the edge of the table pushing her cleavage right under her nose.
"Do you like it?" She asks, her hands on the brunette's outer thighs rubbing up and down them gently.
"I've always liked them." Santana purrs back placing light kisses on the tops of Brittany's breasts.
"I'm talking about the bustier." The blonde says with a small laugh.
"Of course I like it, love it actually...It really pushes everything...up." The Latina says with a grin, not looking away from the blonde's chest.
Santana stands up for a moment to push her dress up around her waist before sitting back down her hands resting at Brittany's hips, her fingers playing with the lace on the top of her panties. She looks up at the dancer to find her looking expectantly down at her already.
"I belong to you." Santana says quietly, hoping to continue with their little game.
Brittany almost pounces on Santana, her back hitting the desk, the blonde dancer suddenly on top of her. A few photo frames fall to the carpeted floor as Brittany begins to assault her lovers lips with her own, before moving down to her neck sucking hard enough to leave a mark. As Brittany's lips move from place to place on Santana's neck and chest the Latina tries hard to stop the moans from escaping her mouth, her fingers tangled in the blonde hair. The lips at her neck come to a stop, waiting.
"Show me who I belong to." Santana pants.
Brittany begins her assault again pushing the top of Santana's dress as far down as it will go, marking her territory on the tops of her breasts, the dark bruises matching the ones on her neck. The dancer momentarily shifts her position, placing her thighs on either side of Santana's on the wooden desk, a few more photo frames falling off in the process, she leans her head back down to trace the brunette's lips with her tongue. Santana lifts her head to try capture it between her lips but Brittany pulls her head back quickly, tilting it to the side slightly.
"Britt, I am yours. My heart, my soul, my body, my everything belongs to you and only you. No one in the whole wide world, heck the whole universe has a chance with me, not some office assistant or some purple alien with five tits, because I am yours. Even if you didn't want me I would be yours."
A wide grin spreads across the blonde dancers face, her eyes lighting up at Santana's little speech. That's what I was waiting for she thinks.
"I'll always want you." Brittany replies.
Without saying another word Brittany presses her lips onto Santana's who's tongue immediately slips into her mouth. The blonde sucks on the brunette's tongue, their lips pressed tightly together as Brittany's body starts to rock back and forth on her lovers, their bodies pressed tightly together. Muffled moans slip out from between her lips as Brittany spreads Santana's thighs with one of her own. The Latina's breathing becomes rapid at the feel of the blonde's stocking covered thigh between her own, her hands coming up to the sides of her breasts stroking them softly. Brittany sits up , her mouth parting from her lover's with a small pop to adjust her position on top of Santana, placing her hands on either side of her hips before bringing her knee up to the brunette's core to grind it in. The Latina lets out a moan, grinding her hips into her fiance's knee her hands moving to the front of Brittany's breasts giving them a rough squeeze, the blonde pushes her chest further into the hands coming almost nose to nose with the woman beneath her continuing to grind her knee into her dripping core.
Santana lifts one of her own legs to start grinding it into the flustered blonde on top of her, earning a sexy whimper, Santana grinds harder. Brittany pushes her body flush against Santana's who's hands are caught between them palming her breasts through the bustier, Brittany's nails claw at the gray fabric at the brunette's waist contemplating on ripping her dress straight off her, grinding into her Latina harder causing them to slide forward on the desk, Santana's head now hanging off the edge her breasts almost falling out of her dress. Brittany's head plunges down at the sight, her teeth yanking the polka dot bra down before taking a hardened caramel nipple in her mouth. Santana lets out yet another moan her knee pushing hard up into her blonde who grinds down on the impact, her moan muffled by the nipple in her mouth.
Suddenly the door of the office opens, two woman standing in the doorway staring shocked at the scene before them. The short haired blond quickly slaps one hand over her eyes with a groan.
"Oh my Barbra..." Rachel gasps.