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"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Brittany has always known Anna as a small ball of fury, whether it's about something she's passionate about or dislikes close to the point of hate. But she's never seen her fury pointed towards her, anger maybe even, as she watches Anna storm out of her seat and head towards her, balding her fists and grinding her teeth as she spits the words out. Brittany isn't scared though, not even intimidated by her girlfriend's aggression. She just walks pass her and pays the bartender way too much, leaving Anna to think that he must've called her she was here, only adding fuel to her fire.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing here?" Anna asks again when Brittany has turned back to face her.

"Let's go." Brittany leads her out the door and Anna's too slow to put up a fight. It's not until they're a few steps out, her girlfriend shakes her arm out of her grip.

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

Yes, Anna could be a real child at times. Usually, it's in that cute way where she has to hug all the stuffed animals in stores or when she drags Brittany behind her, because 'she saw a puppy!'. But now, it's not really cute. It stings Britt in the chest, because it's grounded. She has every reason to be mad, but she's not fighting with her here out and about. She has to get her home first.

"Yes, you are. We're not doing this here, Anna." Somehow, her full name feels weird on her tongue, but it wasn't an appropriate time for nicknames.

Anna stares her dead in the face for a few seconds, and when Brittany reaches over to grab her arm and pull her with, the brunette angrily slaps her arm away from her and starts to walk on her own, Brittany following her pace next to her.

All the way to the house, they share no words nor looks, except for when Anna bumped into some guy (because she didn't wanna be within Brittany's reach, so she choose to walk straight into him, after which she scolded at him and the man apologized, even though it was all on Anna) and Brittany gave her one of those 'really, Anna?' glances, but she just ignored her.

Brittany takes a seat on the couch and sighs deeply, it sounds like a mix of disappoint and annoyance, which leaves Anna no other choice than to yell "What!" at her, because, really, why was she angry?

"Nothing, just get it out." Brittany sighs again, legs crossed over one another as her eyes look straight into Anna's.

Anna wants to, more than anything, to just indeed let it all out. To tell her she had no right. To tell her it makes no sense. To ask her why. But she doesn't. She will not talk on her command, which was also the reason why she left the house earlier. Because she told her to 'calm down so we can talk', when they could've talked about this weeks ago had Brittany not lied to her. No, she will not talk about this when she wants to, which worked thus far because they're in the house and not outside the bar, again at Brittany's demand. "Get off the couch, I wanna sleep." Anna grabs the blanket off the big chair in the back of the room as she heads towards the couch.

Brittany's got that confused look on her face and her lips part and close again for a few times before her entire face shifts back to her usual confident self. "No, I'm watching TV." She says as she stares at the black screen.

"Britt, ugh- You're so fucking-" Anna can't even finish her sentence, that's how stupid this is. She runs a hand through her hair while shaking her head, thinking of what the best move is now. Her girlfriend is obviously challenging her to fight her, but she will not give in. Will not let her win this again. "Fine!" She spits out smug instead and heads into their bedroom, slamming the door down hard behind her, making Brittany's body startle.

Anna guesses a good thirty minutes has passed when she hears the door open and footsteps heading towards the bed she's laying in. She's glad she has her face buried in her pillow, lying under the covers with her back towards the ceiling. She doesn't move when she feels Brittany join her in the bed, thinking maybe if she'll lay as still as can be, she won't try to communicate with her.

Brittany, however, notices the fake, steady breathing. The kind that indicates Anna is trying really hard to slow her heart down; she always gets nervous when she's hiding something and her heart starts to beat more rapidly than normal. It's funny, almost, how Brittany knows her difference in heart beats and they haven't even been together that long.

That's not the only thing she knows that can help her in this situation, because even though approaching an angry Anna is the worst idea ever, she knows if she takes her walls down brick by lonely brick, she can manage to break through it. So she scooches closer first, their bodies not in contact yet, but she can hear Anna's breath hitch and she knows for sure now that the girl is awake.

She waits a few minutes, letting Anna get used to how close she is, because rushing this is not what's gonna work out well in this case. When she feels like she has waited long enough, Brittany runs one, single finger over Anna's back. Immediately, she feels the body tense under her moving hand, and she can't stop the smile that paints itself on her face. She moves her middle finger from the hip to the muscles in between her shoulder blades. They're tense, so Brittany adds some pressure, using her whole hand now to massage Anna's back.

"Stop it." Anna groans and turns around when Brittany doesn't listen. She pushes her hand off of her and immediately misses the touch, though she won't admit that.

Brittany's lips curl into a smirk as she watches Anna's eyes. They always give her away, as they do right now, because they're filled with lust and a hint of anger, which makes her brown pupils dilate and they look more beautiful than ever. "Alright, I won't touch you."

"Good." Anna spits out almost immediately, but her eyes still stay on her.

Which is a good thing, because Brittany needs her to see this, taking in the way her face changes while she gets on her hands and knees, crawling slowly over to Anna, hands and knees on either side of the brunette, flipping her hair to one side of her head when she's hanging over the small girl's body, her blonde locks hitting Anna in the face. Brittany smiles when she sees Anna is not daring to move, and she brings her lips to her girlfriend's ear, careful not to let their cheeks brush against each other. "Unless you want me to." She husks, having to ignore the urge to bit down on the skin so close to her.

Anna feels her anger being replaced by something else as her insides turn and swim through her body due to Brittany's warm breath on her ear. And she hates it. She wants to stay angry. It makes her angry she can't stay angry, because she really is angry. But she doesn't feel angry anymore. She does, however, feel ready to take on her smug girlfriend, because she's being way too cocky. So she moves her leg up, pressing her knee in between Brittany's thighs and she can't help but lick her lips as she watches Brittany's eyes roll back into her head.

When her eyes are back and open, Brittany finds Anna underneath her, still not moving except for the pressure she keeps on her leg. Brittany's eyes move from the brunette's eyes to her lips and back again, until she lets her body drop on top of Anna's and their lips move in sync; hungrily and passionate. Although, that doesn't last long, because Anna got a grip of the blonde hair and pulls her head back hard.

"I'm still mad at you." Anna says between grinned teeth as she switches places with Britt, now she's the one on top and the girl underneath her lays her arms lazily next to her head, pushing her hips up into Anna's.

"Do you wanna hurt me?" She just grins as her eyes follow Anna who closes the gap between their bodies, moving her lips to Brittany's mouth first, pushing her tongue in instantly and leaving just as quick, catching the blonde's bottom lip between her teeth, causing a low moan coming from Brittany's throat. Anna moves her head to her girlfriend's neck, leaving red marks down to her collar bone, placing a hand on Brittany's chest, just above her breasts, as she pushes herself up and sits down on her lap. She takes in her sight for a second before ripping the blonde's t-shirt to shreds with both her hands. Small grins appear on both their faces and Brittany attempts to move her upper body towards Anna, but the brunette roughly shoves her back into the pillows.

"Did I say you could move?"

Brittany secretly likes this, a lot. She likes it when Anna takes control, because she barely ever does in the bedroom. Sometimes, sure, she gets the upper hand, but never like this. Never like there's an actual fire inside of her and never actually being rough; she's always afraid to hurt her.

Instead of playing the game along, Brittany decides to swap the wittiness for something else. "But I need you." She pouts in a low husk, her fingers running through her own hair, then loosely over her face, swiping her bottom lip down on the way, and down her revealed chest towards Anna's body that's still resting on her lap. She runs her fingers over Anna's thigh and onto her abdomen, scratching her nails over them hard.

"How badly?" Anna asks, her voice not nearly as confident as a few seconds ago.

Brittany's not a beggar, so there is no other answer to this question than a simple smile as she pushes her hand down her own underwear, waits a few seconds and says "Quite a lot."

Anna feels frozen for what feels like minutes, before her hands move and jerk Brittany's hand out of her pants, replacing it with her own, as she pushes her body back onto the blonde's, lips finding each other instantly and Anna uses the force of her hips to help increase the pleasure her hand brings.

Brittany usually doesn't get off this fast, but there was the huge build up that did a lot of the work and she already feels her walls clench around Anna's fingers, so there's no reason to stall anymore. The blonde throws her head back and exclaims a moan of pleasure while Anna stays close to her, lips kissing her jaw and cheek, her hips still rocking down on her until she's rode off her high.

"I'm glad you're no longer mad at me." Brittany whispers when her girlfriend has lied down next to her.

"I'm still mad." Anna whispers back and crawls onto her side to face the blonde. "But, we'll talk about it in the morning." And with that, she cuddles into Brittany, her face in the creek of her neck and arms holding her tightly against her body as they both drift to sleep.