Title: A Whole New World (With You) [Part Twelve]
Rating: Hard R
Length: 5400
Notes: Right, I wasn't too sure about this chapter but I've added a little something-something, but it's not my usual and so I don't really know how I did. You'll know what I mean by the end. So please leave a little review at the end to comment on it, whether it's bad or good and thank you guys!
On the way up, they decide to stop at this little diner and have a bite to eat. Neither had had breakfast and apparently running away from reporters takes a lot out of you.
Brittany orders a cheeseburger and fries, and a chocolate milkshake on the side so she can dip her fries into them – don't knock it till you've tried it, it's not that bad – and Santana smirks at her from across the table before shrugging and telling the waitress to bring two of them.
They make conversation, about crazy reporters and about how much of an ass Puckerman is, all the while their hands are resting on the table, towards the center, about two or three inches apart and Santana gets this weird, fluttering feeling in her stomach whenever Brittany's eyes dart down to them.
She thinks she wants to hold her hand, because ever since they had to release their grip to jump into the car, Santana's hand has been tingling and yearning for the feel of Brittany's fingers sliding through hers. But she knows she doesn't quite have the guts and so just settles with the closeness of their hands instead.
The waitress comes and serves them their food, and Santana smiles and mutters a small thank you as the woman walks away, eyes flickering between Santana and Brittany like she's trying to figure something out. But Santana doesn't dwell on it too much and glances back to Brittany who has a few fries sticking out the side of her mouth.
It shouldn't make Santana laugh, but she does and Brittany smiles apologetically, telling her she's been wanting a burger for like three days now, and Santana tells her it's okay and shoves a few fries into her mouth, sticking them out the side purposely to make Brittany giggle.
It works, and the giggle makes Santana melt inside. She really loves making Brittany laugh.
The cheeseburgers are amazing, and Santana makes a mental note of this place for whenever she's craving a burger in the future – she could get here in like, under a second if she flew – and finishes up her burger. But when she looks up, she finds Brittany staring at her with an amused expression.
Instantly she becomes conscious and ducks her chin to her chest, eyes finding the fake marble table top. "What?" She asks, shyly.
Brittany chuckles lightly and leans over the table, standing slightly and tilting Santana's chin up. "You've got some sauce," she says, swiping her thumb underneath Santana's bottom lip and pulling her hand back, sitting back into her seat.
Without even a second of doubt, she brings her thumb up to her mouth and sucks the sauce off, and Santana all about dies. Her eyes grow wide and her jaw goes slack, and she stares as a naughty giggle comes from the girl across from her. Brittany bites her lip, and then picks up a few fries, pausing when they're right by her mouth and winks.
"Tasty," she mutters, and Santana gulps, grabbing a few fries and stuffing them in her mouth, so she can concentrate on something other than the warmth flooding through her and settling low in her belly.
They get to the house in Mount Vernon around midday.
Santana's eyebrows shoot up as the car pulls into the driveway. It has one of those cool ones, where it's in a crescent shape and there's an entrance and an exit, and Santana doesn't think she's ever been inside a house with one of these.
They both climb out the car, and Brittany has to come back to pull Santana by the wrist towards the house because she's just standing there, gazing up at it with an impressed expression.
"Come on, dopey," Brittany teases and Santana's brain only kick starts into action when fingers slide down her wrist and tangle with her own.
She's pulled through the front door and urged into the living room, and Brittany walks back to the foyer to close the door, leaving her alone for a while. She just stands in silence, brown eyes roaming around the room, and she can't quite believe how freaking big this place it. It's not like, a mansion, but compared to her two bedroom house just outside of Union City, it's fucking huge.
She's actually pretty sure this room alone is bigger than her entire house.
There's even a damn deer head above the fireplace, and she's sure only rich people have them 'cause she's seen it in the movies.
"You're gonna start catching flies soon," comes from beside her and she turns to see Brittany beside her, so close their noses might as well be touching. "Come on, let me give you a tour."
Santana just lets herself be dragged away from the living room.
Turns out the house and garden/pool area is so big it takes a good two hours to go around the whole thing.
Well, okay, maybe not two hours, but there were just some things that they couldn't not do when they were presented with the opportunity.
Like jumping on a king sized bed. This thing, is like, freaking huge. Apparently it's 6ft wide and 7ft long, and when it first came into sight, Santana stood there like a spare prick, gawping at this enormous bed and craved nothing more than to just jump on the damn thing. And when Brittany did it first, star style with her limbs sprawled out, Santana thought fuck it and did the same.
That, of course, ended up in them jumping on the bed and taking turns in touching the ceiling, and without Brittany knowing, Santana may have added a little mutant spring in her jump so her fingertips pressed against the swirled pattern on the ceiling. Brittany stared, amazed that such a small person could reach it and Santana feigned offense, before poking the other girl in the ribs.
And obviously that led to a very flirtatious tickling match which ended up in them rolling around in the bed until Brittany got the upper hand and straddled Santana's hips, pressing down with enough pressure that it distracted Santana and her eyes nearly bulged out her damn head as her hands were pinned above her head.
They'd stared at each other, Brittany's eyes darkening and Santana's lips drying at the close proximity of the other girl, and Santana swears that if she had a nickel for every time she thought Brittany wanted to kiss her, she'd be a damn millionaire by now. Blue eyes kept darting down and focusing on Santana's lips for a split second too long, before returning to brown ones and Santana wondered why Brittany didn't just kiss her.
But then Brittany would break the moment, roll off Santana and tell her that they should continue their tour, and as Santana shuffled to the edge of the bed and watched the other girl walk out the door, she wondered why she didn't just kiss her instead.
Somehow they manage to keep their distance from each other for seven hours before they have another one of those 'moments.'
Except this time the moment goes a little further than just a 'moment.'
They're sitting outside on the lounge chairs by the pool, and the temperature dropped by like, ten degrees a while ago and so Brittany headed inside to grab a blanket. She only managed to find one though, and despite Santana's insistence that she wasn't cold – she never is, but Brittany doesn't know that – Brittany lifted the arms of the lounge chairs up and tilted the back so the chair was horizontal, and basically turned it into a sofa with no back.
Due to the swimming pool being heated, it provided some warmth to their cold feet and Santana suggested they shuffle closer and stick their feet in the pool, and so they took off their shoes and socks and did just that.
So, now they're sitting side by side, pressed up against each other with this blanket draped across both their shoulders, and their feet are dipped into the pool. The sky is dark, and the only light provided is the ones underwater, and they haven't really been talking, but recently they've been hanging out so much they don't need to talk.
It's a comfortable silence and with the combination of a little nudging match with their elbows, it keeps them both entertained.
"We can keep going on like this forever, you know," Santana tells the blonde, nudging her back. Brittany giggles and scrunches up her nose. "I'm pretty stubborn."
"Well so am I," Brittany purrs back. "So bring it on, Lopez."
Santana takes it as a challenge, and her eyes flicker between the pool and Brittany and before the protest can even come out of Brittany's mouth, Santana throws the blanket off them, grabs the girl's hips and pulls both of them into the pool, both of their laughter disappearing as they're submerged under water.
She comes up first, bursting into a giggle fit as Brittany thrashes around and then comes up too, spluttering water and a mix of indecipherable words, shock written across her face. Wiping the water from her eyes, Santana drops her arms and waves her hands around in the figure eight beside her, keeping herself elevated in the water and she can't seem to stop laughing at Brittany's expression.
"Santana!" Brittany whines through her giggles. "That wasn't fair!"
Santana continues to laugh as the other girl swims towards her, and Brittany's eyes narrow as she gets closer and closer, their legs bumping from where they're trying to keep their head above water.
"I never said I played fair," Santana manages to get out after the laughing has died down.
Brittany stops in front of her, her hands swishing around in the water close to Santana and Santana feels something change in the air. It's not a normal change, nor is it bad, it's just unexpected. And before she can even tell herself not to do it, she's taking her hand out the water and pushing back the wet hair from Brittany's face.
And that's when she knows she wants nothing more than to just give into her cravings and momentarily forget about of all her insecurities.
So she does just that.
"Britt," she whispers, and Brittany's eyes flicker to her, the laughter from her mouth dying down.
And then they look at each other, and the smile on Brittany's face begins to fade the longer they stare, and by ten seconds there's no smile and they're just left gazing into each others eyes. She feels the air around them warm up, and Santana lets her powers take over to keep her elevated as she licks her own lips and lets her eyes drift down to Brittany's.
Brittany's lips tilt up at the side, and Santana doesn't give her time to back out or say anything before she's leaning in and tilting her head, their noses bumping once before she shifts and lets her top lip settle between both of Brittany's.
She just holds still, feeling her hand tremble where it's placed on Brittany's jaw, and squeezes her eyes shut, sending a prayer to the heavens that when she pulls away, Brittany won't slap her and kick her out the house.
But then she feels Brittany's lips move and holy shit, Brittany's kissing her back.
Brittany smiles against her mouth, and tilts her head further, her hand coming up to wrap around Santana's neck whilst the other rests above her heart. Their lips brush over each other carefully, getting used to the feel of each others lips and Santana can feel Brittany's heart pounding against her chest as she presses against her.
Kissing Brittany is by far the best thing she's ever experienced. And she's done many things; she's flown, she's climbed the Empire State Building, she's traveled to England and come back within two hours. Hell, she's even saved someone's life, but none of that feels as good as this does, with Brittany's lips wrapped around her bottom one, and Brittany sucking lightly.
It's like nothing she's ever experienced, and she swears she's never going to get enough of it.
One of them, Santana doesn't know, slips or forgets to keep paddling and they dip underwater. They both come up chuckling, and Brittany shoots her a quick smile before pulling them to the edge of the pool and Santana presses the girl into the wall, hands gripping at the concrete to keep themselves steady as their mouths come together in a soft kiss that tastes of strawberries and the flavored water they were drinking earlier.
They kiss, and kiss, until they have to pull back for air; but even then, Brittany keeps her within close proximity and pecks her lips over and over, only pulling apart when she slips again and Santana has to latch onto her to keep her up.
"Wait," Santana mumbles into the other girl's mouth, and drops one hand from the edge of the pool to grab at Brittany's leg underwater despite the fact that Brittany continues to kiss her. She hitches it up against her thigh and the blonde stills, blue eyes widening, but soon enough she catches on and wraps both legs around Santana's waist, grinning widely. "There we go."
"Well who knew Santana Lopez was so forward," Brittany says, draping her arms over Santana's shoulders. "I kinda like it."
Santana smirks and cocks a brow, bringing their mouths back together and kissing Brittany. This time she's a little bolder; parting the other girl's lips and slipping her tongue inside her mouth, tracing it along the sharp edges of her teeth and flicking it against the roof of her mouth until she hears her whimper.
She pulls back, but her smile is swiftly covered by Brittany's lips; and she just can't help herself when her hands reach down to grab at the blonde girl's ass, squeezing and flexing her fingers against the flesh.
And Brittany moans.
And it shoots straight through Santana and marks warmth pool low in her belly.
Soon enough, they're rocking back and forth into the kiss, each one getting a little more sloppy as long, pale fingers wind around damp, dark locks and tighten with every flick of the tongue. Their kisses slow, until they're just trading turns in pecking small ones against each others and then Santana's eyes squeeze shut when Brittany begins to trail a line of them down her jaw, down her neck and up her throat again.
It's all too much. Too hot. Too fast. Too dangerous.
Santana can feel the heat coil inside of her and knows if she weren't careful, she could hurt Brittany. There's no way she can lose control, and sure, she's only ever done this once; but that was with Sam and it was before a friendly virginity loss scheme they'd come up with when the news that he and his family were moving away, and both of them realized they were still virgins and didn't want to lose it to someone sleazy or dirty.
(Sam had told her a story about one of his friends who worked in a stripper joint and lost it to Crystal Chandelier after one too many shots, and apparently this friend had regretted it.
And God, Santana's a nerd, but there was no way in hell she was going to be the next forty year old virgin or lose it to someone gross.)
But even then, after the deed was done, Sam had several bruises on his body and Santana hadn't exactly enjoyed the whole experience because she was so focused on not hurting Sam that her mind wasn't really in it.
And having to lie and say she was nervous and got a little rough – the reason behind the bruises – was just so embarrassing. He didn't, and still to this day, doesn't know that she has superpowers, and at the time when he peered down his body and found several discolorations of his skin, that was all Santana could think of as an explanation.
All in all? It was a pretty awful experience.
So now, having all these heated moments with Brittany, and receiving these kisses which are making her damn toes tingle – who knew kisses could do that? – she's fearing the worst. The last thing she wants is to harm Brittany, and she thinks that's most definitely a possibility.
"Britt..." she pants, eyes fluttering as a tongue sweeps across her pulse point. "Britt, wait."
Brittany pulls back, eyes a dark navy in this light and lips swollen and a dark red. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... Nothing just–I," she licks her lips, tasting the other girl on them. The coil in her stomach tightens. "We should go slow."
A light eyebrow arches. "Slow?" Brittany repeats, head tilting and eyes narrowing into slits. "Wait... Are you..." Her eyebrows furrow and she worries her bottom teeth between her lips. "Are you a virgin?"
Santana's reactions are sharp and jerky as she shakes her head. "No... I mean, I've only done it once before–"
"With Quinn?"
Well that was unexpected.
Santana's eyes almost bulge straight out her head and her jaw drops open, arms loosening until Brittany slinks out of them, legs skimming down the back of her jeans, feet planting on the floor of the pool. Apparently during their make out session they'd moved into shallower water.
"No..." she draws out the word. "Why would you say that?"
Brittany rolls her shoulders in a small hug and her hands slip from Santana's hair to her collarbone, fingers drumming along the ridge lightly. "I don't know..." she mutters, keeping her eyes on Santana's neck. "You two just seem really... Close. Just thought maybe you–No, I mean–I don't know," she shrugs again.
Tilting her head to the side, Santana takes a moment to study every inch of the other girl's face. She looks at her eyes, and how they're pointedly not meeting hers. She looks at how Brittany's teeth gnaw lightly on her bottom lip and then thinks about how she shrugged, almost saddened by the thought that maybe she and Quinn had got together at some point.
Then it clicks.
Brittany's jealous.
The realization brings this weird noise to erupt from the center of her chest. It's half-way between a laugh and half-way between a scoff, and Santana almost side eyes herself because she doesn't know where the hell that came from.
Blue eyes snap up, and Brittany's face hardens as she watches Santana laugh at her. Not with her. But at her.
"There's no need to laugh, Santana," she says, lowly, anger edging into her tone. "I don't care if you did, I'd just like to know."
Santana's laughter begins to die down, and she finally takes in how serious the other girl is. Her expression drops, and her hand comes up to Brittany's face, cupping her cheek and thumb running over the smooth skin there. "I never slept with Quinn. We're not–definitely not–like that. We're friends."
Brittany bites her lips, seeming unsure as her eyes glance up through eyelashes. "But you two are like, always together. Even at the funeral and you said you never go out but you two were at the park, playing basketball and stuff."
Her voice trails off and something in the left side of Santana's chest clenches, but it's not painful. Sweet, in fact. Brittany really cares about her.
"First of all, we're just friends. I rarely see Q out of school, maybe twice since she came to McKinley, if that." She winds her spare arm around Brittany's waist, hand pressing against the lower part of her back. Brittany stays focused on her face, her arms trapped between their bodies, hands resting on tanned skin beneath collarbones. "And I don't usually go out, but this time I couldn't go training and Quinn wanted to get out the house. So we went to the park, and I brought my basketball to play for a bit. She just sat on the floor reading whilst I shot some hoops."
Brittany's face softens, her eyes too, and Santana can tell she's starting to believe her. It's not like she shouldn't, what she just said was true. "You're just friends?"
"Just friends."
Brittany smiles and Santana waggles her eyebrows once until a grin breaks through on the other girl's face. They both lean in and meet in the middle, their smiles disappearing against lips and shifting until Brittany parts them and slides her tongue through Santana's, and seconds later, they're making out slow and steadily, the best way possible.
Except Brittany pulls back abruptly, eyes curious and brows pulled together. "Wait, who did you sleep with then?"
Santana rolls her eyes, chuckles and kisses the blonde again. "Sam," she kisses her again. "It was once," she does it again. "A friend thing."
Brittany's arms loop around her neck again and they kiss for a moment, long, slow and so, so deep. "A friend thing?" She asks, mumbled against Santana's mouth. "Do friends sleep together?"
"I don't know." The words are muffled. "We just kind wanted to get it over and done with."
Santana slides her hands over the curve of Brittany's ass and down the back of her thighs, gripping them gently and tugging upwards until long, pale legs are more secure around her waist. She moves them up to the shallower end of the water and keeps kissing her, tongue dipping past lips and sliding across another, producing moans Santana's only ever heard in movies.
(And not the legal kind of movies, either.)
"Was it not weird?" Brittany asks, but her voice is raspy and it doesn't sound like she's too invested in talking. Not whilst Santana's tongue is in her mouth. "Like, the next day?"
"Nope."
That's not even a lie, either.
It was the day before Sam's family was moving away, and so after they did their thing, Santana hugged and kissed Sam on the cheek goodbye and waved him off when he left the next morning. That was the extent of their awkwardness, and even then, Santana hadn't really thought about how awkward it could've been, so that probably lessened it a little.
"So," Brittany can't seem to stop kissing Santana and threads her fingers through dark hair, securing their faces together as her lips keeping pecking at Santana's. "Why did you" – another kiss – "do it?"
They get to the shallowest end of the pool, and Santana lifts the girl out the water, placing her on the side of the pool – out the water – whilst her legs still dangle inside. Her hands reach for Brittany's top and she pushes it up, Brittany leaning back and propping up onto her elbows, chin tucked to her chest as blue eyes watch Santana's every movement.
She rocks onto the balls of her feet to kiss up the smooth expanse of skin, and kisses, soft and reverent, press up until her top lip bumps the underwire of Brittany's bra, but even then she comes back down again, feeling the blonde's abs twitch beneath each touch of her lips.
"Like I said," she kisses the space below Brittany's belly button and hears a sharp gasp. She smirks against pale skin. "Wanted to get it over and done with."
Hands come to her shoulders and tug her up, and she smiles into the kiss Brittany pulls her into, her hands lightly squeezing strong thighs whilst a pale hand cups the back of her neck and deepens the kiss. Their tongues stroke together and when teeth nip at her lower lip, the coil inside her stomach tightens to the point where she thinks something is about to explode.
She breaks the kiss, reeling back far enough so that the other girl sees the question as she reaches for Brittany's shirt, fingers hovering on the hem. Licking her lips, the blonde nods once and a surge of excitement surges through Santana. She grins, leaning up to suck gently on Brittany's bottom lip before stand back in the water and pulling the girl's top off.
The bra she's wearing leaves barely anything to the imagination, and Santana takes a long moment just to stare in awe at Brittany's body.
It's not like it's the first time she's seen it – hello accidental X-ray vision? – but seeing it through those goggles and in real life are incredibly different.
Brittany's fucking hot.
And not in the derogatory manner that most people use that term in. Brittany's fit, with a toned stomach and a dip running up the center towards her cleavage that can only come from years of some type of exercise, but she still has the curves to accentuate her femininity. Her boobs are just the right size – anything above a handful is just a waste – and Santana isn't aware until a giggle flows into her ear that she's just standing there with her jaw slack and wide eyes, gazing.
Can you really blame her though? She's been in love with this girl for fifteen years, give or take, and now, for some unknown reason, luck has struck her and Brittany likes her back. Or, well, Brittany likes her enough to let her kiss and touch her in a way that 'just friends' wouldn't allow.
"Are you just going to stand there all evening or are you gonna do something?" Brittany asks, so forwardly it catches Santana off and she has to blink and repeat the words in her mind at least three or four times before she's nodding frantically and lifting up to kiss the blonde girl again.
Their kiss is swift, but deep, and Santana pulls away, only to trail kisses down the slope of a pale neck and down Brittany's body. It's when she's trailing her tongue above the waistband of Brittany's leggings that Brittany's body arches into her lips, and Santana smirks as she feels confidence flow through her, and begins to strip the girl of her pants.
Then Brittany's sitting on the edge of the pool, leaning back on her elbows and biting her lip in nothing but underwear.
And holy crap, is that one hell of a sight.
"You're..." Santana breathes and swallows, mesmerized by the girl before her. "You're gorgeous."
She hears the blood rush to Brittany's face before she sees it, and glance up at her through her eyelashes.
There's a smile on Brittany's face, a small one, sure, but one that takes Santana's breath away, and she doesn't quite know how she got this damn lucky. Blue eyes sparkle in the darkness and when two hands come up to cradle her jaw, she leans in to kiss the smile away and allows her hands to dance up the inside of Brittany's thighs until they bump the edge of Brittany's panties.
And then it hits her how not nervous she is. It's weird, because she's sure she should be shaking and should be scared, but it just feels so right that even as she hooks her fingers into the string of Brittany's thong, and slips it down her legs when Brittany lifts her hips from the tiles surrounding the edge of the pool, she can't help but feel nothing but pure happiness.
Santana leans up one more time, pressing their mouths together and pushing her tongue through Brittany's lips one more time before kissing her way down her body again. She stops at Brittany's cleavage, shifting and pulling down the cup of her bra to suck a nipple into her mouth and brush her tongue over it. Brittany's back arches and Santana smirks into the skin, dusting kisses across her chest before doing the same to the other breast.
Then hands come up and tug lightly at her hair and she knows it's time.
Without a seconds hesitation, she lifts Brittany's thighs over her shoulders, spares one final look and then lowers her mouth, flicking her tongue out like she's been doing it for years and watches as Brittany throws her head back.
The entire time she keeps her eyes on Brittany's face, the way her eyes are clenched shut, the way her lips are parted and how there's a sexy little flush in her cheeks that almost drives Santana to the edge right then and there.
It's only a few moments later when Brittany's back arches, her fingers twist and tighten into dark hair and Santana has to press one hand to the flat of Brittany's stomach to keep her hips down. Only a few seconds later, she pushes into the girl with two fingers, keeping a steady rhythm whilst her mouth focuses on the most sensitive part, and then Brittany's eyes are snapping open, a cry is coming from her mouth and Santana sees release wash over the girl as she falls gently back down to the tiles, a small whimper escaping her lips as she brings her down slowly with soft laps.
"Fuck," she hears and grins when blue eyes flutter open, and Brittany tilts her head up, still panting and gazes at Santana with heavy eyelids. "Are you sure you haven't done that before?"
Santana grins and pulls gently at Brittany's thighs until the blonde girls slides into the pool, and then they're kissing again, hot and open mouthed and Santana can feel the coil tightening again until it almost hurts as arms wrap around her neck. She smiles into the kiss, and knows there's really nothing better than this.
Being here with Brittany.
Being here and being like this with Brittany.
It's just incredible.
They kiss hot and lazily for a good few moments, before Brittany's hand loosens from around her neck and slides between her legs, fiddling with the button on her jeans. Their lips stay together, and somehow before she knows it her soaking clothes are being thrown to the side of the pool and Brittany's hand is dipping beneath the waistband of her girl boxers and slipping over her like this isn't the first time they've been together.
It doesn't take long, because it's been a while since someone touched her and fuck, it's fucking Brittany touching her. The pressure builds at the base of her spine and she can feel her kisses becoming a little sloppy as two long fingers slide deep into her and push her towards the edge, fast.
Barely a minute later she's breaking the kiss, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling her hips forward as her orgasm punches through her. Her forehead presses hard into Brittany's and she's moaning, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and can feel Brittany's breath on her mouth.
Then a hand is stroking over her forehead, and the other is coming out from between her legs, and she's opening her eyes, staring into deep blue eyes and being pulled into a kiss that she just can't help but smile into.
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