A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long ass delay in this chapter it's been a busy week with college work and my sister was taken into hospital (turns out nothing too serious). Anyway thankfully I finish college in a few weeks then I'm free! So here's chapter 14, it turned out a lot more…well…you'll see, let's just hope my mother never finds my fanfiction account lol. (Yikes this chapter is the longest yet, at a massive 12k+ words :O)
Brittany prodded along the empty corridor of McKinley high contently, her ponytail swaying from side to side, footsteps echoing ever so slightly on floor. She had been in History class but asked to go to the toilet, she decided that walking there as slow as possible was the most fun way, that or it was the best way to kill time. She kept thinking about the bet her and Santana had made the previous night. Tonight would be the night – she had to admit she was nervous, although she wasn't entirely sure why. She had had sex before; hell Santana had done stuff to her before, yet she couldn't quite shake this feeling. She was both anxious and excited and her stomach had been doing summersaults all day and was now the real reason why she was going to the toilets. It was kind of weird. Thinking about Santana, Brittany suddenly realized she could hear her voice, had the girl really taken over her thoughts that much? She shook her head and realized that was silly. She came to a stop and blinked, realizing that the reason she could hear Santana was because she was nearby. Brittany quickly bolted to the corner and peered around to where she knew their lockers were. Santana was rummaging around in her locker and Puck with his back to Brittany was talking to her. Brittany felt really bad, this was the second time she'd eavesdrop on Santana, but their tones sounded serious.
"I don't get it," shrugged Puck. "What is with you lately? You never wanna hang out anymore, you're always around that Brittany chick" he whined.
"Daww, feeling left out?" Santana mocked, shoving a folder into her locker.
"Well if you must know…yeah…a little. What's with you and this chick? Unless you're trying to get into her pants I just don't get your angle-"
"What?" said Santana sounding irritated. "Look here," began the Latina, slamming her locker shut, forcing Brittany to jolt her head back around the corner and out of sight. "I know what you're thinking, she's popular, and she's a cheerio-"
"Our mortal enemy" Puck cut in. "Man, people like us? Like the Glee club and stuff? You have to get it into your head chica, that they aren't like us, OK? Cheerios think they are above everyone; Brittany and you are just in different leagues. Cause folk like glee club and us? We're outsiders man, and you're an outsider. She ain't. She's a hot white blonde chick, probably a daddy's girl - who's going to graduate with mediocre grades, be voted prom queen, and get married to some douche. Then two years after graduating have a kid while her husband is away at work. I know this cause I'm a pool cleaner – I'm usually the hot dude that wives cheat on their husbands with at home."
Brittany listened intently as she heard a small laugh escape Santana's mouth.
"Look Puck" Santana began softly. "I know you…we…both got burned by Quinn, and OK I don't like the cheerios as much as you do, but you're going to have to realize that not all of them are heartless bitches, granted most of them are," she added sassily. "But Brittany's different. She's my friend, she actually puts up with my shit, OK? She's not like the other cheerios…she's not like anyone…"
Brittany leaned her head against the wall as a heartened grin spread across her face.
"Besides she'll be in glee club with us soon," Santana continued. "That has to count for something."
Brittany didn't realize Puck was in the Glee club too. Though now that she was thinking about it, his guitar was up in Santana's tree house so she supposed that made sense.
"Yeah, whatever" Puck said dismissively. "She's probably been sent to destroy it from within."
"Ok now you're reaching, I'm done with this conversation-"
"I'm just worried about you, you've been acting differently" Puck cut her off.
Brittany heard Santana sigh. "Puck, that's sweet of you, really, but I'm fine."
"Yeah?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yeah" said Santana. "Now go on, get outta here I was supposed to be in class ten minutes ago, remember to pick Britts and I up tonight"
"Sure" said Puck as he jogged down the opposite end of the hallway and turned left out of sight.
Brittany quickly turned around her corner and walked toward Santana. The Latina spun around, hearing her footsteps; she immediately crossed her arms and leaned back against the lockers. Brittany came to a halt in front of her.
"You stalking me Blondie?" she asked, eyes narrowed but her lips forming a small smile. "How long have you been listening?"
"Not long, honest," said Brittany earnestly. "Besides I don't think it counts as stalking if it's your best friend," she said coyly.
"Oh? I'm your best friend now, am I?" smirked Santana.
Brittany nodded her head happily. "Mhmm, yup"
Santana unfolded her arms, her features softened as she smiled warmly at her. "You're my best friend too"
"Good. Uhm…" Brittany began and momentarily looked down the hallway where Puck just disappeared. "Is Puck mad at you or something?"
"Huh? Him? No…" said Santana waving her hand dismissively. "He's just a bit protective of me sometimes."
"OK well, I don't want him to feel bad just cause there's another person who wants to protect you now" Brittany said shyly looking down at her sneakers. She looked up through her lashes at Santana who had a humbled glint in her eyes.
"And what is it you think I need protecting from?" she asked quietly.
Brittany spun on her heels and shrugged. She didn't know, she just knew she wanted to. She stopped in surprise when Santana reached forward and began playing idly with one of the pleats in her cheerio skirt, her fingers grazing her thigh momentarily.
"So uh…I'm really looking forward to tonight," Santana said, her voice was deep and discreet. She began running her fingers through the pleat, tugging at the hem slightly, it seemed to gravitate Brittany closer to her.
"Y-yeah me too…bowling with glee club should be fun, right?" Brittany laughed nervously.
Santana gave her a short, amused chuckle then dark eyes locked with bright blue.
"You know that's not what I meant," said Santana lowly, letting go of her skirt and leaning into Brittany's side. "I can't wait to take you home" Santana said huskily. Brittany felt herself gulp and quiver slightly as the sensations of Santana's breath and proximity washed over her.
"Just remember Santana," Brittany began slyly. "I'm not really your bitch, don't let that silly comment go to your head"
"We'll see" Santana smirked. "Anyways, I better get to class aforez Pillsbury sends out a search warrant for me." Brittany gave her a confused look. "School councilor, she's always keeping tabs on me, it's annoying" Santana elaborated.
"Oh…" Brittany said a little disheartened. Just another thing she didn't know about Santana. "You know you can talk to me about anything, anytime right?"
"What? Oh no," Santana said laughing a little. "I don't actually receive counseling from her, although she sure as hell likes to try"
"Why do you think that is?" Brittany asked curiously.
Santana pouted then shrugged. Brittany looked down and noticed she had begun playing awkwardly with her fingers. She knew she was deflecting from something, but decided not to probe further.
"I'll see you tonight Blondie" winked Santana.
"Huh? Oh yeah…ok…" Brittany mumbled watching her leave and found herself waving more at Santana's swaying ass in that skirt than Santana herself.
Later on that night Puck was waiting in his truck outside of Brittany's house. She had decided to wear grey slacks, a sleeveless limited edition Minnie mouse Disney t-shirt (that she had won from a competition) and a matching grey paperboy hat. She ran out in the warm summer evening air toward the road.
"Have fun" her dad called from the porch.
"I will" Brittany smiled at him reassuringly. It sure was odd but nice having him back and not having to worry.
"Sup' chica" Puck said as she hopped in and slammed the door shut.
"Hey Puck" she said politely. She felt weird, overhearing him earlier in school talking to Santana, it was clear he didn't trust her for some reason. Maybe he was just jealous of how close her and Santana had become, although she couldn't deny that if the roles were reversed, if someone came along and was taking her best friend Santana away, she'd probably feel the same.
Once they reached Santana's house Brittany watched the Latina lock her house and stride toward the truck. She was wearing red pumps, skinny jeans and a simple black and red striped tank top. Her hair was down and she had minimal make-up on, different from usual, she looked pretty but in a simple, stripped-down way. Brittany was always torn between attraction and envy when she seen her. Santana opened the door at her side and eyed her up and down.
"Hey handsome" she smirked at Brittany.
"Hi" Brittany said sheepishly and felt a blush on her cheeks. She looked down. God, already they were at 'hi' and she was lost, there's no way her plan for tonight would work if she kept acting like this.
Almost as if Santana heard her inner-thoughts, she gave an entertained chuckle and hopped up, clambering over Brittany to sit in-between her and Puck. Brittany shut the door once she was in.
"Hey, not-so-handsome" Santana quipped as she settled down between them and gave Puck a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, yeah" he said and slapped her thigh playfully, leaving his hand lingering there for perhaps longer than warranted.
Brittany's stomach felt heavy as she frowned between them. She didn't like it. She didn't like him touching her, her kissing him, why didn't Santana kiss her? Maybe she was being silly, Santana was gay and Puck was her friend, or maybe the reality was she didn't like anybody touching Santana that wasn't her.
They arrived at the bowling alley and walked into a semi-crowded building. Brittany looked around; the walls were lit by neon pink and blue lights as the sound of clunking bowling balls hitting pins echoed around the room. At one end of the large room there was a soda and candy stall and at the other a pizza pallor, the middle was full of small round tables where families were sitting eating or getting ready to play. This place was kind of cool she had to admit; maybe she'd take her dad here.
"Ladies!" said Rachel as she came skipping towards them. She grabbed both their hands and pulled them to an area in the corner where a group of people were sitting around three tables and were occupying two bowling lanes, Brittany recognized a few of them from Karofsky's party.
"Hello everyone, this is Santana and Brittany, they'll be joining Glee cub! As recommended by yours truly," said Rachel doing an obnoxious courtesy. "So!" she said clapping her hands together. "Let's introduce everyone, this is Sugar, she can't really sing, her father just provides the club with financial support but she sway's marvelously in the background!"
"So uh…" came a nasally voice from Sugar as she looked between Santana and Brittany. She was dressed in bright pink and had lots of golden jewelry on. She stared right at Santana. "You're Santana Lopez right? I've heard about you, you're the badass lesbian Latina that everyone is supposed to be scared of or something. Whatever. I heard you were in juvy because you killed a puppy, but that's totally not OK with me, puppy's should only be killed for fashion purposes," she paused for a moment. "Sorry! Asperger's!"
Santana raised a finger and looked like she was about to go on one of her rants but Brittany clasped a hand around her wrist and leaned into her ear.
"Please Santana, try be nice and not push people's buttons, OK?"
"Eugh…" Santana looked between Sugar and Brittany then rolled her eyes and forced a smile at Sugar.
"Moving on" Rachel cut in and motioned her hand to an Asian couple sharing the same seat. "That's Tina and Mike, Mike is our other dancer Brittany"
"Hi" Brittany smiled at them.
"You of course already know Finn, Puck and Mercedes," said Rachel pointing to them individually.
"Satan" Mercedes quirked an eyebrow at Santana.
"Wheezy" Santana smirked back.
"You two know each other?" Brittany whispered into Santana's ear. The Latina looked to the side at her and nodded subtly.
"And this is Sam" said Rachel and motioned her hand at a boy with bright blonde hair and rather large lips.
"Jesus Christ, is that your mouth or did your face grow a vagina?" Santana asked staring at Sam, a look of sheer stupefaction on her face.
The rest of the group snickered, Brittany had to purse her lips and try not to laugh. The boy called Sam looked between Mercedes and Santana and then bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Uh…anyway…moving on…" Rachel stuttered and pointed at a small boy with large sticky up hair in the shape of a quiff.
"That's Rory…he's Irish so you might not understand what he says" she said in a faux whisper.
The boy just skewed his mouth and waved his hand awkwardly.
"This," said Rachel a little more excitedly. "Is Kurt and Blaine" she said motioning toward two boys, one dressed in a rather odd fashion and the other Brittany recognized as the bowtie boy with extremely gelled hair that she often seen around with Rachel. Tonight was no different; he was wearing a black shirt with a bright green bowtie.
"Oh believe me," Santana started "I saw you two as soon as I walked in here, you're practically flaming from the other side of the freakin' room" Santana deadpanned.
"I like her" said Kurt smiling a little.
Santana smirked and crossed her arms. "Oh and gell boy?" she said to Blaine as he raised his thick eyebrows in response. "Please take off that bowtie, it's giving me epilepsy"
Again a few people laughed, Kurt included and it made Brittany relax a whole lot more, just glad that Santana had gotten through the group without offending anyone. Well, apart from Sam maybe.
"Oh!' said Rachel suddenly as a boy with glasses in a wheelchair came wheeling up. "This is Artie, our resident glee rapper"
"Sup y'all" Artie said cocking his head at Santana and Brittany.
The blonde giggled. "You're cute," Brittany said. "You're like a transformer or something"
Santana glared at her.
"Uh…OK" said Artie awkwardly, fixing the side of his glasses.
"Anyway," Rachel interrupted them. "We're all going to split into two groups and have a little friendly competition! Whoever wins at bowling between us has to chip in and buy everyone pizza," said Rachel like some sort of event-organizer. "But first, we've all been here for a half hour or so, you two should practice for a few minutes in that lane, it's not being used, maybe get a feel for the balls-"
"Wanky" said Santana as Brittany giggled. "Alright, alright, c'mon Britt-Britt, let's get our practice on."
Santana grabbed her by the wrist and led them over to the next bowling lane. Brittany looked back at the rest of the group who now appeared to be talking amongst themselves and drinking soft drinks.
"They seem like a cool bunch" Brittany commented as she stood beside Santana.
"Yeah, you do know that you're going to get shit from the cheerios for being in Glee club, right?" Santana said seriously.
Brittany looked down. She had thought about it but it never really fazed her.
"I don't care, as long as I have you, I'll be fine," she said honestly, smiling shyly to the side at Santana. Santana smiled back a little. "So…I haven't done this in years," Brittany said stepping forward and grabbing a pink bowling ball from the side. She looked down at it uncertainly.
Santana was suddenly in front of her also looking down at the ball in her hands. Brittany felt the heat from the other girl's body and tensed up a little.
"You see these holes here?" said Santana, a devilish smirk on her face. She traced around one of the three holes with her index finger slowly. "You put your fingers in there…nice and slow…to begin with" she whispered.
"I…uh…" Brittany stuttered almost dropping the ball and quickly looking between Santana's hand and her lips. Brittany rolled her eyes. "You're doing it again Santana" she chastised.
"Doing what?" Santana smiled almost innocently.
Brittany just gave a hollow laugh and shook her head. Honestly, arrogance wasn't a trait she usually found attractive in a person, but with Santana she just found it strangely…charming.
Brittany ushered Santana out of the way and threw the ball down the lane. It spun slowly eventually hitting the pins at the far end, she only knocked down four before the ball sank pathetically into the side gutter. Santana snorted behind her.
"Nice try Blondie" she jested.
"I'd like to see you try" Brittany retorted.
Santana strode forward, a swagger in her stride; she picked up a small black bowling ball. Santana flicked her hair over her shoulder and winked back at Brittany before cracking her neck muscles by tilting her head from left to right, like some sort of ritual and rather graciously bowled the ball forward. The ball moved fast yet slow, rolling yet gliding at the same time and never straying from its path. It hit the pins straight in the middle and Santana knocked them all down. The strike sign lit up in the screen above their lane. Brittany huffed as Santana walked back to her and shrugged smugly. Words weren't apparently needed.
After a few practice shots they rejoined the rest of the group and Rachel split them up into two groups. Blaine, Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, Sam and Rachel on one team. Santana, Finn, Puck, Rory, Mike and Tina on the other. Sugar refused to take part.
"I just don't see the point when I can afford to buy you all pizza anyway, but it's OK you guys go ahead, I like watching the poor battle it out…" Sugar said airily, the rest just stared at her as she sat in between the two groups.
The groups took their turns and the score was very close. Santana had, rather amazingly, bowled a strike on every one of her turns.
"Brittany? You're last up," said Rachel clapping her on.
"Please do this…remember I'm poor" Sam said.
"Ssh!" Mercedes hushed him and nudged him with her elbow.
Brittany took a ball, gulped and looked up at the score. Only her and Santana had yet to bowl for this round, ultimately deciding the winner. Assuming Santana would continue what she's been doing all night and hit another strike, she herself would have to bowl a strike to get a draw for her team (assuming Santana did another strike on her next turn), if she misses one pin it will be a loss, and all night she had only managed to take around half the pins down. She sighed. It was pointless. Half the glee club would already not like her for making them pay out.
She looked down at her ball but then suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up slightly, almost as if she were being watched. She turned around. Rachel was whispering something away to Santana but Brittany knew she wasn't listening. The Latina was sitting there, legs crossed, arms draped over the back of each chairs beside her, her eyes darker than usual, simply glaring at Brittany with the smallest of smirks on her face. The blonde bit her lip anxiously. That look looked familiar, it was the same look she gave her in the shower room and that night in her kitchen. Her brown eyes were luminous; there was something almost predatory about it.
Clearing her throat and trying to ignore her heartbeat she turned back around and looked down the long alley. The pins suddenly seemed a lot more far away. She sighed. Here goes nothing. She bowled the ball, throwing it a little harder than usual and…
Strike?
Brittany's eyes bulged as her ball clashed heavily into the pins, making them all tumble and fall over. She turned back around with a large grin on her face. A few of her group ran up and hugged her; Sam lifted her off the ground for a moment.
"All we need now is Santana to hit anything less than a strike!" Sam said excitedly.
"Please, like that's going to happen. She's been bowling them all night," said Mercedes.
Santana walked by them, her arm grazing Brittany's and picked up a bowling ball. The rest watched in anticipation as Santana stood for a second, ball in hand, and suddenly bowled it. Brittany thought it strange because she didn't do her usual routine beforehand. Before she could process this though, the ball had already hit all the pins. Except for three.
Brittany suddenly heard groans from one side and cheers from the other as her group came up to her and patted her roughly on the back. Rachel squealed then hugged her. She couldn't stop laughing as Rachel and Kurt simultaneously kissed her on each cheek.
"Mrmph…well whatever" Santana shrugged. "I'm going to get a drink" she said as she strode away toward the soda bar.
Brittany broke away from the rest of the group and watched her curiously.
Rachel came up to her. "Brittany, what kind of pizza do you want? On the house of course, courtesy of the losers" she said and stuck her tongue out at Puck.
"Oh, pepperoni, it's my favorite" she smiled. A bunch of them walked over to the other side toward the pizza counter.
"OK, can you go ask Santana to cough up, I would but…well…let's just say she's a lot more likely to give money to a pretty blonde like you" Rachel beamed, patted her back and waltzed off before she could object. Brittany watched her leave, she was beginning to think Rachel was playing matchmaker between her and Santana. That's a nice thought but only worked when both parties were interested. Brittany sighed and looked across to the other side of the room. She made her way over to Santana from behind. The other girl was sitting alone on a stool at the drinks counter; she was twirling her straw absentmindedly. Brittany stood behind her and watched as ice cubes churned around in her rather large coke glass.
"Hey" Brittany said as she pulled out the stool next to her and sat down.
Santana merely began sucking at her straw, drinking in slowly, looking forward at nothing in particular.
Brittany leaned forward a little to get a better look at her face. "You did it on purpose," Brittany said knowingly.
That got her attention. Santana looked to the side at her. "Did what on purpose?" she mumbled, straw still in mouth.
"Lost" Brittany said simply. "You didn't bowl the last ball like you usually do, the only thing that confuses me is why? Why'd you do it? I mean…you're super competitive"
Santana stopped drinking. "Yeah…well…" she sighed and Brittany took that much as an admission. The Latina looked briefly over her shoulder back at the rest of the group that was now munching down on pizza. "I didn't want them to lose," she said turning back around.
"How come?" Brittany asked.
"Well…I guess I wanted you to win"
Brittany's heart tightened. "Not wanting them to lose and wanting me to win are two completely different things"
"Sounds the same to me" shrugged Santana indifferently.
"Not quite" Brittany smiled faintly. "Uhm…excuse me?" Brittany directed toward the man serving drinks behind the counter. "Can I have a straw?"
"Sure thing" he said as he bent down beneath the counter and held out a container of various colors of straws.
"Thanks" she said as she took the yellow one then shuffled her seat closer to Santana's. She dipped the straw into Santana's drink, leaned over and and took a sip. She smiled over at Santana who simply arched her eyebrow.
"Well," Brittany said slowly. "It's not like you're going to drink all this by yourself" she said eyeing the tall glass.
"Mhmm" Santana grumbled disapprovingly, side-eyeing her.
Brittany went to hold her straw but met Santana's hand as she was doing the same. She leaned over again and took another sip, keeping her eyes on Santana as their finger knuckles grazed each other's. Brittany smiled a little. It felt nice. While sipping, Santana blew bubbles into the drink causing Brittany to giggle.
"Don't," she said playfully shoving Santana in the arm.
Santana's eyes traveled from Brittany's eyes down to her chest. "Your top is cute," she noted.
"Thanks" Brittany blushed. "It's a limited edition, I won it in a competition. I have a lot of Disney stuff, I don't watch a whole lot of other movies cause they're not as awesome as Disney movies you know? I mean, I know everyone likes Disney but not as much as me, I can probably answer any question on any movie, I wish I had them all though, then again if I owned every movie I'd probably never leave my house… boy, I'm rambling aren't I?" Brittany laughed, tugging at her cap.
"You are," said Santana. "But I'm listening" she smiled.
Brittany's heart skipped a beat, she was pretty sure Santana had disrupted it's regular rhythm by now. "Well, uh, I only came over here to say Rachel wants your money"
"Ah," smiled Santana in realization as she sat up a little and took ten dollars out of her back pocket. "Here" she said as she handed Brittany the note, their fingers skimming briefly.
"Are you coming to eat pizza with us?" Brittany asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
Santana sipped her soda once more before answering. "In a bit"
"OK," Brittany said twiddling the note in her hand. "But…" she said slowly, a smirk across her face. "Just to let you know that…this won't be the first time I'll be taking money from you tonight."
"Is that so?" Santana smirked. "I think you're forgetting that I lost on purpose at bowling, I'm not going to do the same thing twice."
"Santana…" sighed Brittany as she stood up from her stool. "I'm going to win this bet, there's nothing you can do about it, so I think you should let the idea sink in…and just accept it" she said as she began to walk away, not before turning around and leaning into the back of Santana's shoulder, just beside her ear. "If all goes to plan, you won't be able to stand by the time I'm finished with you" she breathed and felt the other girl shudder. She left Santana with that thought to mull over.
She rejoined the others for a while and ate pizza. She talked to Rachel and Mike for the most part. He asked which dance schools she was interested in getting into. She had no idea. She had never really thought about it, though she supposed she ought to soon. This time next year she wouldn't even be in school.
"Puck," came Santana's voice as she walked over to them. "Give me your keys, I'm going out for a smoke"
"Sure" he said throwing his truck keys at her.
She caught them then sauntered toward the exit, not before throwing a look over her shoulder at Brittany. The blonde shifted in her seat slightly, she could have sworn Santana was inviting her with her eyes.
"So, have you thought about it?" Mike asked.
"Uh…what?" Brittany asked confused, tearing her eyes away from the door Santana just left.
"We were talking about New York?" he said awkwardly.
"Oh! Right," Brittany said feeling rattled. She had completely forgotten they were in the middle of a conversation. "Can you excuse me for a second? I'm going to go check on Santana," she said. She got up and headed toward the exit, barely hearing his response.
She headed outside and went round to the side of the building toward the car park; she had forgotten where Puck had parked his truck. After a second she realized that didn't matter as she saw it, smoke bellowing from an open window. She jogged across and opened the door opposite the driver's side. She quickly jumped in and slammed the door shut.
She shifted in the seat and turned to Santana. The other girl was sitting in the drivers side, head tilted right back on the seat, exhaling smoke up onto the roof of the car, which eventually travelled its way out the side window. Santana's eyes fell to the side as she smirked at the blonde.
Brittany gulped and watched smoke escape her lips once more, fascinated by the way the muscles in her neck moved. Who finds necks sexy, seriously? Brittany shook her head.
"Wait, why do I smell mint?" Brittany asked, suddenly catching an unusual minty aroma.
Santana brought her head forward and merely raised the cigarette she was holding, she hanged her arm out the window and tapped some of the ashes away.
"They're menthol" she said. "Better than normal smokes, want to try?" she smirked holding out the cigarette.
Brittany looked between her eyes and at the offering. She chewed her bottom lip and nodded.
"Come here then" Santana said thickly that made Brittany feel weak at the knees slightly. Brittany gulped and slid along the leather seat till she was right next to the other girl. She took the cigarette off her and took it to her mouth and inhaled. She immediately was overwhelmed by how strong the mint was as it hit the back of her throat. She began coughing out smoke.
"Yeah, it's pretty strong at first" said Santana laughing at little.
"You don't say" Brittany choked out, handing it back. Santana threw it out the window.
They were immersed in silence as Brittany began to notice how close they were sitting. "I was wondering something," Brittany began quietly and quickly placed her palm on Santana's thigh.
Santana raised an eyebrow down at her hand then back at Brittany. "Oh?" she asked interestedly.
"Why is there a silly rumor about you killing a puppy going around?" she said giggling a little. Santana smiled amusedly. "I know that can't be true, so…what were you really in juvy for?"
Santana's smile faded as she sighed a little, scratching her forehead. "It's not that I don't trust you," she said firmly. "It's just…I don't really want to talk about it…" she mumbled as she began rubbing her thumb against her palm and playing with her fingers again.
Brittany looked down at her fidgeting. "You're nervous," she said. Santana simply frowned at her. "You do this thing with your hands when you're uncomfortable, I dunno if you know you do it, but you do," Brittany said matter-of-factly. "Anyway, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but I'm here if you do" she said and moved her hand to take Santana's. It was warm and tingly.
Santana looked down at her hand, interlinked their fingers and simply looked at Brittany with a solemn expression.
"You're so nice" Santana said quietly.
"I know" she smiled as they entered a comfortable silence. The distant noise of dogs barking and cars driving could be heard, as well as sounds from the bowling place. Brittany sighed contently as Santana squeezed their hands together a little more tightly.
"We should probably head back in" Brittany pouted, unable to mask the regret laced in her tone. She enjoyed herself tonight but spending time alone with Santana just seemed a million times better than anything else.
"Or…" Santana said slowly, letting go of her hand putting the keys in the ignition and shifting slightly in the black leather seat to turn to Brittany. Santana then casually rested her arm up on the top of the seat, her arm coming behind Brittany's head and leaned in. Brittany's heart almost exploded as large lips where inches away from her own, curious dark eyes scanning around every inch of her face. "We could totally bail and take Puck's truck back to mine. I've got a bet to win, remember?" Santana breathed against her lips.
"Oh…" Brittany practically moaned at the feeling of her hot breath tickling her face, sending goosebumps down her arms, the scent of nicotine swirling with mint in the air. She swallowed thickly. "What about Puck though? How will he get-"
"Lemme make this clear" Santana interrupted by pressing a finger against Brittany's thin pink lips. She hummed at the buzzing feeling of Santana's skin on her lips. "All night I've been thinking about one thing and one thing only, do you want to know what that is?"
Brittany nodded blankly, Santana's index finger still pressed onto her lips. The other girl let it drop and cupped around the side of Brittany's neck pulling her in. Santana leaned into her crook of her neck, stroking and tucking blonde hair behind her ear under her cap.
"About fucking you," she whispered against the shell of Brittany's ear.
Brittany released a breath she hadn't realized she was keeping in and twisting round on the seat slightly, instinctively buried her face into the side of Santana's neck. She inhaled sharply, tasting her skin ever so slightly against her lips; taking in everything the other girl had to offer. She heard Santana sigh contently in her ear, which just prompted more goosebumps and tingles. She hoped she made Santana feel the same way, completely disarmed and bare. Brittany ran her lips over tanned skin on the other girl's neck, not kissing, just enjoying the feeling of flesh rubbing and sticking together. She hummed contently along with Santana.
"Deja que te bese" Santana whispered into her ear.
Brittany's breathing hitched as she plucked her lips off from Santana's neck. "What does that mean?"
"It means," Santana paused and pulled back to look into her eyes. She leaned forward a little a nudged the tip of her nose against Brittany's playfully. "Let me kiss you" she paused for another beat and for the briefest of moments looked shy. "I've wanted to for a while now," she admitted timidly, again nudging her nose into Brittany's, brown eyes locked with blue.
"Santana," Brittany gave a shaky sigh. "You don't even need to ask"
With that Santana pulled Brittany in with her hand still around her neck and closed the gap. Brittany's lips crashed into Santana's large ones, she instantly felt a warm buzzing sensation travel between them and hummed at the sensation. Brittany inhaled as Santana's tongue ever so slightly poked out and ran across her own lips.
"Santana I…" Brittany gasped pulling away. She didn't know what she was trying to say nor did it matter because Santana had already practically lunged at her, pushing her so she was lying back on the seat, the Latina now straddling her. Santana took off the blondes cap and ran her fingers through her hair. She saw brown eyes scan her body hungrily for a brief second before Santana's lips were back on hers. Brittany's heart began to race. It was wonderful. Her jaw slackened as her lips parted wanting Santana, and the other girl was only too happy to divulge, dipping her tongue in and playing with Brittany's. Tingles. So many of them.
Santana moaned into her mouth as she captured Brittany's tongue and practically sucked on it. Brittany was already lost; she had completely melted into the other girl and with her arms wrapped around Santana, was now desperately clutching and balling the material of her top with her fists.
Santana pulled away ever so slightly, her soft lips sliding over Brittany's. "Fuck," she breathed. "You know technically I'm topping you, right?" she smirked.
"Shut up, and keep kissing me" Brittany groaned, letting go of her top and cupping both her cheeks, bringing her large lips quickly back on top of her own. She felt Santana smile into the kiss. Brittany captured her large plump bottom lip and sucked on it with vigor, she then caught it between her teeth, tugged it playfully and then let it go. Brittany smiled up at Santana who was smirking back down at her.
Santana leaned back down and slowly dipped her tongue back in, swirling it around leisurely, exploring every inch of the blondes mouth. Stroking underneath Brittany's tongue and tickling the roof of her mouth, she was everywhere. All Brittany could hear was her own heartbeat pounding in her ears and all she could feel was Santana's tongue pleasing the inside of her mouth. That pleasure seemed to shoot down to settle in-between her legs.
Their kisses soon became slow, wet and sloppy, sometimes entirely missing each other's lips. Brittany felt Santana slide her hand down her stomach and over the material of her pants, she cupped in-between the blondes legs. They both moaned into the others mouths. Crap. She couldn't take this. This wasn't how her plan was supposed to work out.
"Santana-" Brittany breathed before large lips were back on hers, a tongue dancing fleetingly with her own.
"Mhmm?" Santana hummed as she began stroking Brittany up and down between her legs, the material sticking to her slightly.
"Fuck" Brittany choked, forgetting what she was about to say. Santana began to kiss her jaw and down her neck, mashing her lips firmly onto her pulse point there.
"Oh my god…Santana…I can't…not here," she breathed erratically.
Santana's lips tore away from her skin as the Latina sat up and looked down at Brittany questioningly. Brittany felt a smile tug her lips, she tried not to laugh but Santana looked adorably disheveled; her hair was tussled at the back and her lips were bright pink.
"You said you couldn't wait to take me home…so take me…" Brittany said quietly as Santana's eyes looked at her vividly. She felt conscious as the Latina's eyes ran up and down her body, resting on the place between her legs. Santana pulled her hand away and ran it through her hair.
"Fine" she said, her voice was scratchy and sexy sounding, it made Brittany's heart jump.
Brittany sat up fixing her hair as Santana slid back to the wheel.
"You should strap on," she said. Her eyes bulged as the words escaped her mouth. "I mean strap in…your seatbelt…" she said, visibly flustered as she turned on the engine.
Brittany giggled as she placed a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh. Santana was cute when she was flustered.
The journey back to Santana's was in silence, not an awkward silence but an intense one. They had both exchanged wanting looks and were breathing heavily. Once they got there, and got to the front door Brittany felt familiarity wash over her, which oddly gave her a sense of encouragement, of confidence almost. Santana pulled the front door key out of her back pocket. This made Brittany smile even more, finding it funny that Santana had in fact took her advice and not left the key under the plant pot as usual.
They entered the house and Santana immediately kicked her shoes off. Brittany did the same as she closed the door behind them. Santana flicked the lights on and went to the bottom of the stairs, turning around slowly. Her eyes were heavy and lustful, a small smirk on her face, almost like she was goading Brittany to make the first move.
"So, here's what's going to happen" Brittany began shaking her hands at her sides, feeling the last of her nerves shake away with them. "You're going to do as I say, when I say"
Santana gave her an amused look and folded her arms. "Is that right?"
Brittany strode toward her and joined her at the foot of the stairs. "Trust me, things will go a lot smoother if you just do what I say" she whispered, a hint of warning in her voice. Santana looked at her curiously, looking as if she was torn between feeling alarmed or excited. Brittany's heart was hammering, but she tried not to let it show, her nerves had disappeared and was now replaced with a sense of urgency and determination.
Brittany came forward and pressed her lips firmly onto Santana's whilst she was still taken aback. They both moaned as they opened their mouths, their tongues quickly dancing once more.
"Bedroom" Brittany said quickly before sucking on Santana's bottom lip again. Santana began walking backwards up the stairs, Brittany's arms wrapped around her, her body pressing firmly into Santana's, making them clamor up faster.
"You have no idea" Brittany gasped as Santana frantically kissed down her neck and sucked on the skin there. "How long I've wanted you," she said, her breathing hitched as the Latina ran her tongue up her neck. "Wanted you to feel the way you made me feel…the way you pleasured me…"
"Mhmm" Santana moaned into the crook of her neck as they reached the top of the stairs. Santana's lips were quickly back on hers, her tongue snaking out and seeking entrance immediately.
They practically bashed through Santana's door and into her room, Santana staggered a little but Brittany caught her by grabbing her ass at the back. The light was already on in here so Brittany with all her might tore her lips away from Santana. The other girl groaned as their lips wetly burst apart.
They were both already heaving and out of breath. Brittany decided to go for it, her plan, there was no room for second-guessing herself. She grabbed Santana by the arms and brought her into the middle of the room.
Santana looked at her with intrigue, smiling faintly. "What're you doing?"
Brittany stepped back and looked her up and down. "Strip" she commanded.
Santana laughed a little mockingly. "Is this your lame attempt at topping me? Cause I gotta say I'm not-"
Smack.
Brittany slapped her across the face; she retracted her hand quickly and tried not to hesitate. Santana stared at her in disbelief, and if anything looked a little pale from shock.
"Did I stutter or something?" Brittany said flatly, her voice unwavering. "I said strip."
It was in the next moment that Brittany realized her instincts were right. Santana's face went from shock, to blank, to processing to…indifference. Brown eyes' went from wide surprise to dark, hooded lust in a matter of moments. Santana sank into submission and that alone made Brittany feel like she was about to explode. She felt want and control flowing through her veins, and the rush she felt when Santana began to slowly take her tank top off made her weak at the knees, so much so she walked backwards and slumped down onto the bed.
Brittany watched the Latina as she threw her top away, her eyes lustful yet timid. She pulled out from her back pocket thirty dollars and threw it on the bedside table, smiling bashfully for a second. Brittany smiled, took out her money and threw it over on top of the other thirty.
Santana was wearing a detailed red-lace bra and as she unzipped her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs, Brittany's heart stopped when she was wearing a matching red thong.
"Like what you see?" Santana said throatily, her fingers tracing the lace but with none of the usual bravado.
Brittany gulped. "Yeah…" she said as her clammy hands gripped the edge of the mattress.
Now standing in her bra and underwear Santana spoke. "W-what do you want me to do now?"
She sounded so timid yet compliant, Brittany couldn't believe how much it turned her on, to see her stripped back in more ways than one. She pinched her thighs together as the ache was beginning to get unbearable. She couldn't take this, maybe things would be easier once she got rid of the throb between her legs. She quickly stood up, discarded her pants, grabbed her top and pulled it off over her head. Santana's eyes went wide as she took in the blonde's body.
"On your knees" Brittany said. Santana dropped to the floor so quickly her knee's thudded meeting the carpet. She was breathing heavy.
"God…you're so obedient" Brittany said breathlessly and was practically overwhelmed by the rush she was getting, her body was buzzing. Santana merely chewed her lip, her eyes running up and down her body.
Brittany unclasped her bra at the back, looking down at Santana. She smirked when the Latina's eyes went wide slightly as her breasts fell free. She then dropped her underwear down her thighs, eventually falling to her feet. Brittany sighed in relief almost as the material was already sticking to her aching sex uncomfortably. She sat back down on the bed and shifted toward the middle a little, she lay down backwards, leaning back on her elbows with her legs hanging off the side of the bed.
"Come here" she said wantonly, motioning with her finger for Santana to come to her.
Santana shifted along the floor on her knees toward the bed. As she came closer, Brittany parted her legs for her, offering herself. Santana's eyes fell to between her legs as a small sound escaped her lips, she was now breathing heavily through her mouth. She stopped at the edge of the bed, in-between the blondes legs.
"It's best if you do me first," Brittany breathed as the hot throb between her legs was now pulsating faster. "Cause like I said, you won't be able to stand by the time I'm finished with you" she smirked.
Santana smirked back a little and wasted no time, placing a hand on each of Brittany's thighs and leaning down to place wet kisses along her stomach. She trailed a wet tongue down her abs, and Brittany felt her muscles compress as it slithered downwards.
"No teasing," Brittany groaned, canting her hips upwards as she looked down at Santana between her legs. "I need you now, just fuck me" she said quickly. She was almost embarrassed at how desperate she sounded.
Santana complied quickly as she trailed her tongue down toward her sex. Brittany shifted her weight to one elbow as she reached forward and gripped the back of Santana's hair with one hand. Santana with her eyes looking up at Brittany, heavy with lust, pressed her lips against Brittany's sensitive flesh, her nose hovering over her clit. Santana inhaled sharply and moaned, it made Brittany blush.
"Fuck, this pussy…" Santana moaned - her hot, moist breath washed over Brittany's sex. "That night in my kitchen, do you want to know a secret?" Santana mumbled against her folds, maintaining eye contact.
Brittany moaned at the little vibrations it was causing. She nodded looking down into lustful brown orbs that had a tinge of uncertainty behind them.
"I-I…when I woke up the next morning, the first I did was I went down to the kitchen, went to the bit on the kitchen counter where you were sitting the night before and…leaned down…just to see if I could still smell you," she paused and tore her lips away from Brittany's folds. Her cheeks turned crimson, it was probably the first time Brittany had seen her look truly embarrassed. "And I have no idea why I just told you that" she muttered.
Brittany felt blood rush to her own cheeks, not because she was embarrassed for the other girl, because she was feeling so hot she honestly thought she was going to melt.
Before Brittany could respond, she gasped as Santana leaned back down and closed her mouth around Brittany's clit. She suddenly began sucking and darting her tongue across the already hard and sensitive nub. Brittany groaned sitting up a little more, her grip on the back of Santana's head tightening.
"You're so good at that…" Brittany moaned. "Please," she sighed pathetically. "I need you inside of me, I'm already so close"
Santana swirled and dipped her tongue past her folds and into her wet entrance. It wasn't what Brittany had in mind but her mind went blank at the pleasure and she couldn't complain. Santana fluttered her tongue against her inner walls and Brittany shuddered, feeling like her heart had suddenly sprouted wings and was now fluttering along with it. Santana suddenly withdrew her tongue and replace it with two fingers, delving in.
"Oh…yes…" Brittany gasped and began to rock her hips against Santana's hand. She wanted to lie back and thrash her head around because the pleasure was so dizzying when Santana began to alternate sticking her fingers in, then her tongue, then her fingers again. She gripped Santana's hair even tighter. She felt pressure build in her stomach and she felt like she was bound to implode soon. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from Santana's. This eye contact was intense.
"Look at me when you come" Santana breathed and sucked vigorously on her clit as she delved her fingers back in, pushing them through a little further.
Brittany couldn't look elsewhere as she practically rocked her sex into Santana's fingers and face, pressure building and building. Crap. Santana seemed to hit an extra sensitive spot inside of her and her eyes popped open as her inner walls began to contract around her fingers. Brittany's mouth fell open as a loud, shaky moan escaped the back of her throat, the heat between her legs and her stomach reaching breaking point.
"Ugh…yesss…fuck…fuck…" she muttered as she tumbled over the edge, staring deep into Santana's eyes as she did so. Santana withdrew from her and lapped at her sex with her tongue, bringing her down slowly from her high. The Latina crawled up her body and began lazily kissing her lips; Brittany hummed tasting herself against Santana's lips.
Once she caught her breath she wrapped her arms around Santana and flipped her over so she was now on top. "Stay" Brittany whispered against her lips before climbing off the bed and heading toward Santana's open walk-in closet. Her legs felt kind of wobbly.
She chewed her lip hoping she could use something in here; otherwise her plan would fall apart. She skimmed through Santana's clothes searching.
"What are you doing now?" asked Santana from behind her still on the bed, her voice was deep and curious.
Brittany shot her a glare over her shoulder, not bothering to answer her. Santana audibly gulped, the blonde had to turn around to keep her from seeing her smile. She continued rummaging and came across two housecoats, one white and one black, she took out each of the waist wraps. She then spotted a thin grey scarf and took that too. She was about to turn back when her eyes landed on a light brown colored belt hanging over a pair of jeans. She eyed it for a second, her heart beginning to race again. She took it and ran her fingers over the belt, feeling how it felt against her skin. She gave a small smirk. Maybe…
She turned around with them all draped over her arm and walked toward Santana. She threw the items at the bottom of the bed and stood, simply staring at her. Santana looked out of breath, anxious and lustful all at the same time.
"Take the rest of your clothes off" Brittany said.
Santana, still maintaining eye contact, sat up on her knees on the bed and unclasped her bra. She flung it behind her aimlessly.
Brittany leaned forward and ripped her thong entirely off her body from the front and discarded it. "Too slow" she grunted impatiently.
Santana sat mouth agape. "That was my favorite underwear!" she exclaimed.
"Santana," Brittany sighed leaning toward the end of the bed and taking the belt. She wrapped the buckle end around her right hand once so it was wrapped around her palm. "You really don't want to be talking back to me right now," she said, a promise of what's to come.
Santana's eye's darted between Brittany's and the belt she was now running in her hand. She took a deep breath. "W-what are you going to do with that?" she asked.
"Oh c'mon San," she said teasingly, a smirk on her face. "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you already know the answer to that"
"I uh…I don't know…" she asked shaking her head a little and looking at the belt uncertainly.
"That's cute" Brittany said simply.
"What is?"
"That you think you have a choice here," she said, her voice deep and her eyes glaring into brown. "Grab a pillow, face down, ass up," she commanded.
Santana simply kneeled there for a second with a vacant look. She hesitated for a moment then grabbed one of her pillows. She put it in front of her, spread her legs and bent over, her ass hanging in the air.
"Like this?" she asked, her head on the pillow, neck craned to the side so she could look back at the blonde.
"Yeah like that, exactly like that…" Brittany sighed throatily. She couldn't believe how compliant Santana was being, the fact that she just did whatever she asked of her turned Brittany on more than it should have. She felt a dull, familiar throb between her legs. She shook her head. She needed to focus. She climbed onto the bed behind Santana.
Her breathing hitched, as she looked down at Santana's ass, then in-between her legs was the girls glistening sex. It was the first time she got a proper look. She licked her lips.
Brittany ran the end of the leather material through the girl's folds, coaxing it in her wetness.
"Oh my god…" Santana breathed, shuddering.
Thwack.
Brittany quickly raised the belt and brought it down hard on her right cheek, the material smacking against her skin. She felt her own sex throb as soon as it made contact.
Santana jolted forward. "Oww! Jesus fuck that hurts" she whined and was about to sit up when Brittany placed a hand on her upper back and forced her head back down.
"Stay still," Brittany said firmly. "It'll hurt at first but I promise it'll feel real good…eventually…"
Santana craned her head back and simply watched her with through hooded lids. The way she was looking at her, nobody had ever looked at her like that - it made Brittany's insides squirm.
Smack.
She brought the belt to her left cheek this time, and harder.
"Jesus" Santana hissed, canting forward.
"Santana," Brittany said impatiently. "If you keep squirming it's going to hurt, also stop clenching…just relax…"
Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes back at her.
As punishment Brittany brought the belt down on her four times in quick successions.
"Mrmphhhfff" Santana screamed something quickly burying her head into the pillow. Her sounds incoherent, muffled against the material. She was now trying to shift away. Wide pink marks now appeared on her skin and Brittany reveled at the sight.
"Well, this just isn't working is it?" Brittany faux sighed. "Stay there…bitch" she added.
Santana brought her head up, her face tingeing red and looked at her with wide eyes. Brittany was slightly surprised that escaped her own mouth too but it was the effect Santana had on her. She got off the bed and wrapped the two housecoat belts around each of Santana's bed legs, tugging at them to make sure they were tightly knotted. She brought the remainder of them up and tied both of them around each of Santana's ankles.
"Spread your legs as far as you can" Brittany directed.
Santana did so, and it still made Brittany's want grow deeper. The blonde fastened the material around her ankles.
"Hands behind your back"
Santana looked back at her cautiously then brought both her hands around to the bottom of her back. Brittany grabbed the thing grey scarf and tied her wrists together, double-tied it to make sure it was extra tight. Santana's face was mashed sideways into the pillow as she began to squirm.
"How am I supposed to move?" she grunted.
Brittany laughed softly. "That's just it, you're not supposed to" she husked, wrapping the belt back around her palm and bringing it down twice on each cheek. Santana gave a strangled moan and jolted forwards, though her movements were confined by her binds.
Brittany did it again and again and again, ignoring Santana's hisses and whines as she began to bring the leather down to behind her thighs as well. She refocused on her ass, smacking the leather on it then smoothing the marks over with her other hand. Pink skin turned to red eventually. Santana trembled beneath her touch and occasionally tried to close her legs, which was futile. After a while, Brittany didn't know how long, she was enjoying herself far too much to keep track of time – she began to notice with every hit Santana's whines were turning into moans, her clenched legs were turning into trembling thighs. The pain was turning into pleasure. Santana even raised her hips a few times, begging for more.
"I could do this for hours" Brittany sighed mischievously.
"N-no…" Santana practically sobbed.
"Aww, look at you," Brittany cooed at her and brought her fingers to Santana's dripping folds. "Pretending that you hate this when I know…I can feel how much you're loving this" she breathed as she ran fingers through slippery flesh. She gulped. She hadn't done this to another girl before, but she had done it to herself so she supposed it wouldn't be much different.
Santana moaned as Brittany parted her folds and watched in awe as the wetness collected there seeped out.
"You're so wet" Brittany breathed in amazement.
"Please" Santana said shakily. "I can't take much more of this"
Neither could she. Brittany went for it and slinked two fingers through Santana's folds, curling long digits up inside her.
"Oh…" Santana moaned and craned her neck back to look into blue.
Brittany loved it. Santana felt warm and wet, her insides hugging her fingers. She felt familiar yet new all at the same time. She delved her fingers in deeper, astonished at how soft and velvety Santana felt inside. She took a deep breath.
She wasn't prepared for what Santana started to do. The Latina began rocking backwards into her hand, Brittany's fingers coming out of her with wet popping sounds as Santana's fluids began to cover her hand, only to instantly re-enter her as Santana rocked backwards. She canted her hips forwards and backwards, Brittany delving inside then coming back out with each movement.
"Oh my god…" Brittany breathed watching her in amazement.
After a few moments Santana began to work up a sweat, Brittany could see it gleam on the dark skin of her back. Still, she rode away into Brittany's fingers, Brittany unmoving just watching her.
"You know, you can slow down any time," Brittany teased.
"Can't," Santana grunted. "Feels…too…good" she panted, her backward and forward thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. "Fuck, do something"
Brittany smirked and began pumping her fingers forwards in time to Santana's movements. They both moaned. Brittany keeping her fingers inside, brought the belt down on Santana' ass one more time. Hard. The feel of Santana's insides as she smacked her on the outside was amazing, the way her muscles clenched around her fingers, tensed and relax around her as she pleasured her. Brittany couldn't enough.
"God, you're going to make me come" Santana moaned still rocking backwards and Brittany thrust forwards. Her arm was beginning to get sore but she couldn't stop now.
At this Brittany discarded the belt and leaned over Santana's back, pressing into her as deep as she could get. Her head came to just behind Santana's and the other girl craned backwards. The eye contact was once more intense. It wasn't long till they were both panting into each other's mouths and Santana was clenching and writhing around under Brittany as her orgasm washed over her. Santana thrashed and rolled her hips around for a few moments, cursing and moaning, her eyes rolling back with a look of utmost pleasure on her face.
After a while Santana stopped moving and Brittany withdrew her fingers from her making a wet, slick sound. Santana shuddered as Brittany lay on top of her, both their bodies heaving and sweating. Brittany sat back up, untied the binds around Santana's ankles and wrists and collapsed on her back beside Santana, breathing heavily.
Santana, whose limbs were shaking, simply clamored ungracefully over to her and collapsed on top of her.
"Oh my god…" Santana breathed into her neck and Brittany gave a hollow laugh, still trying to catch her breath. "Best. Sex. Ever." Santana said and Brittany blushed then giggled a little. Santana sat up and grabbed the comforter, bringing it over the bottom half of their bodies.
"Seriously" she insisted.
"I've…I've never done anything like...that…before" Brittany blurted out, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. Santana's satisfied hum put her at ease though.
"Thank you," Santana murmured against her cheek as she planted a soft kiss there. "That was seriously amazing," she said as she sat up and moved to the edge of the bed looking around for something.
Brittany skewed her mouth uncertainly; the way Santana had thanked her made it seem more like she had performed a service. Brittany sat up on the bed and watched as Santana slipped her thong back on then pressed her bra against her front. "Clip my bra back on will you?" Santana asked, sweeping her long hair to one side and looking back at Brittany.
Brittany nodded and clipped it at the back, pulling the two straps up Santana's arms delicately. She then trailed her fingers down Santana's spine, running over the bumps all the way down to the bottom and then ran them slowly back up. They both sat in silence as Santana just watched her from over her shoulder; Brittany paused and looked to her as a small smirk appeared on her face.
"So our bet," Santana said brazenly as she sighed loudly and looked down to the floor. "I think you won"
"You think huh?" Brittany smirked and placed a small kiss onto the back of Santana's shoulder. Santana leaned away and grabbed the money from the bedside table. She placed it in-between her middle and index finger and held it out at the blonde.
"Sixty bucks, thirty of which is mine…it's yours," she said as Brittany went to take it but then Santana pulled it away. "But I was thinking" she continued and had a familiar confident glint in her eye; she turned around on the bed to face Brittany. "We should totally uh…" she paused and began tracing the edge of the dollar bills down the side of Brittany's arm; the blonde felt the rough paper tickle her skin. Santana chewed on her lower lip. "Make a habit of this," she said seductively.
Brittany blushed, not only for the suggestion but because even though Santana's eyes should have been on the dollar bills now stroking up and down her arm, Brittany knew her eyes were really on her bare breasts. Santana licked her lips ever so slightly and it made Brittany squirm a little on the spot.
"What do you mean?" she asked questioningly, eye's darting between Santana's hand and her lips. She knew what Santana meant of course, but she needed clarification.
"We can be friends who occasionally have awesome…" Santana paused, her eyes tearing away from Brittany's torso to lock with blue eyes. "Bets" she finished, smirking.
Brittany sighed, smiling a little. "And by bets you mean sex"
Santana didn't answer; instead she trailed the money from Brittany's arm to along her chest and began tracing circles around one of her nipples with it, rough paper rustling over sensitive flesh, quickly making it hard. Brittany let out a shaky breath. Santana merely smiled mischievously at her. She took that as a yes.
"I-I don't understand you Santana" Brittany gasped as the Latina began doing the same to her other breast. "You said sleeping with me would be weird cause we're friends and you don't date people-"
"Actually" Santana interrupted, still tracing slow circles with the dollar bills. "Do you know what's weird?"
Brittany shook her head.
"This…doesn't feel weird," she said, her brow furrowed in confusion. She stopped tracing the dollar bills over her skin and threw it casually back on the bedside cabinet. Santana's eyes were narrowed and she was looking around at everything but the girl in front of her. Brittany knew she was contemplating something.
"What're you thinking?"
"I'm thinking…" Santana said slowly as she began tracing a fingertip around the ridges of Brittany's collarbone. "We should have an arrangement, one that meant we could fuck whenever we wanted"
"I uh…" Brittany staggered. "Why would it have to be called an arrangement? I don't understand"
Santana's lips formed an underhanded smirk. "Because it's just about sex and nothing else, it's not about…you know…feelings or anything" she mumbled, her eyes shifting to the side.
Brittany raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, recapturing the girl's attention. "You say that like you have a choice in the matter."
"Mrmph…well," Santana said flippantly, rolling her eyes a little. "Anyway" she pressed on. "Arrangements also have ground rules," she stated.
"Rules? You don't like rules"
"Ah," Santana said as she began tracing from her collarbone slowly up her throat and along her jaw. Tingles. "But these rules are a lot of fun"
"They are?" said Brittany, her attention darting between Santana's brown eyes and her tracing finger. "What kind of rules?" Brittany asked, not quite believing she was considering this.
"Mhmm" hummed Santana pleasantly. "See, it would be like this," Santana paused and let her hand fall to Brittany's thigh over the bed covers; she gave it a little squeeze. "Our 'arrangement' would be mutually beneficial, we would continue being friends like normal but-"
"Best friends" Brittany corrected her.
"Yeah…best friends," said Santana smiling at her fondly. "Anyway, we continue being friends outside of our arrangement, but our arrangement means…for example…whenever I text or phone you saying I want you, you'll come, no matter what you're doing. You don't argue, we don't talk about it, we don't hang out, if I call you specifically for sex, that's what we do" Santana said in a monotonous tone, almost as if she were arranging some sort of business transaction.
"W-what?" Brittany began, feeling slightly incensed. "You booty call me like some sort of slut?" she frowned and winced her face. She couldn't believe Santana was being this…cold.
"Relax" Santana said a little more warmly and brought her hand up to cup Brittany's cheek. "I think you're forgetting it's an arrangement"
Brittany frowned. She wasn't following.
Sensing Brittany's confusion Santana went on to clarify. "Meaning this won't affect our friendship outside of it, and also that it works both ways?" she said lowly, quirking an eyebrow.
"You mean I can call you whenever and you'll come?"
"A few times if I'm lucky" she winked. She licked her lips and began peppering small kisses over Brittany's lips. "So…are you in?" she smirked against her lips.
Brittany felt her eyelids flutter shut as Santana began placing soft, wet kisses up her jaw then pressing them firmly against her cheek, she felt the blood rush to her face. She sighed. Her resolve was already weakening.
"I dunno Santana" Brittany said uncertainly. No feelings? She already had many feeling about this, some of them bad. She had never felt this way about anyone, the way she feels about Santana, maybe she was just setting herself up for disappointment, possibly a broken heart.
"C'mon" murmured Santana persuasively against her cheek, placing another large kiss there, her lips making a moist smacking sound. Brittany shuddered. "You're hot, I'm hot…everybody wins"
"I-I'll think about it," said Brittany. What was she thinking? Oh that's right, she wasn't.
"Good" smirked Santana pulling away. The Latina spun back around and stood up from the bed stretching once more.
Brittany watched her with interest. "For me to agree to this…" she said slowly, ignoring the voice in the back of her head telling her it was a terrible idea. She knew it was, but she couldn't deny the thought of having Santana whenever she wanted made her excited. "There's some things I don't understand, I mean, are we aloud to see other people? What if I'm on the other side of the world…not that I'm going to the other side of the world…"
Santana chuckled a little. "Well obviously we can't call on each other when it's physically impossible to get to the other person, so that's OK" she said folding her arms. Brittany ran her eyes up and down her body; she was standing there simply in her red thong and bra. She was stunning. "As for other people…uh…since this is nothing serious or anything and just about sex" Santana paused and they both glanced at each other. Santana was saying a lot more with her eyes than she was with her mouth. She almost sounded like she needed to hear those words more than Brittany. "I guess we can do whatever we want with other people, but I…I'd appreciate if you told me beforehand, just so…I know…" she said awkwardly, palming a hand through her hair and avoiding eye contact.
"Do you have someone else in mind?" Brittany asked tentatively.
"What? No," Santana said quickly, shaking her head. "Why do you?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly. Brittany sensed she was almost afraid of the answer.
"No"
"Ok good" Santana said blowing air out of her mouth, visibly relieved. "I mean uh good that we uh…understand each other"
"Mhm-mhm" Brittany hummed. She wasn't buying it. "Wait – where are you going?" she asked as Santana was at the bedrooms threshold.
"It's almost 2:30, I'm tired, I'm going to bed," she said yawning endearingly.
"Santana," Brittany smiled at her. "Your bed's right here?" she said, patting the one she was lying in.
"Well you haven't agreed to my arrangement" Santana said slowly, almost sadly. She traced her hand up and down the door edge seductively and gave Brittany a deep penetrating look. "And if I sleep in beside you…well…I won't be able to keep my hands off you" she said, her voice deeper.
"Oh…" Brittany gulped. Her mind was racing. There was no harm in trying this arrangement, was there? If she wasn't comfortable with it then they could always forget about it, right?
"I can back out of this arrangement anytime I want, right?" Brittany asked suddenly.
"Of course" Santana said simply.
"OK then…I'll do it…I'm in"
"Yeah?" Santana asked smirking.
"Yeah" sighed Brittany, hating herself that she actually found a smile twitching the corners of her lips.
"In that case…" Santana said lowly as she began walking leisurely toward the bed, her fingers hooking around the thin side straps of her thong and pulling it down gradually till it fell to her feet. She kicked it away and reached the bed. Brittany swallowed profusely and watched her in amazement.
"Lie back" Santana said thickly as she unclasped her bra once more and flung it absentmindedly over her shoulder.
Brittany lay back on the pillow, she was still naked but the comforter covered the lower half of her body. Santana swung a leg over and sat on top of Brittany on her lower stomach. The blonde let a shaky breath escape her lips when the moistness of Santana's sex rested on her lower stomach; she clenched her muscles slightly at the feeling.
"Relax," said Santana smiling down at her. "We're going to sleep, I…I just want to be close to you" she said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
"You do?" Brittany asked, her voice trembling a little. Her heart was thudding again.
Santana nodded modestly and lay down on top of her, her arms wrapping around the blondes neck, their chests pressing together. Santana's face buried into the side of Brittany's neck and she shuddered a little when Santana, leaning in, placed a small kiss behind her ear and breathed in.
"But I want you to do something first" Santana whispered into her skin, causing tingly goosebumps to tumble down her side.
"Depends what that is" said Brittany feeling a stupid grin spread across her face. She loved this, just her and Santana. The rest of the world seemed a million miles away.
"Ah but we have an agreement, remember?" said Santana with a hint of playfulness. "We don't question each other, whatever the other one wants, the other one gets – no questions, no excuses"
"OK" Brittany said giggling a little. "What is it you want me to do?"
Santana moved her left hand and grabbed Brittany's then guided it down her front. Santana raised her hips slightly to accommodate. She left Brittany's hand down near the apex of between her thighs and set her hips back down, her clit pressing into the underside of Brittany's forearm.
"Put your fingers back inside" Santana sighed into her neck.
Brittany hesitated only for a second then raised her hand and ran two fingers up and down Santana's slick folds; she was still wet but nowhere near as wet as she was. She stilled two fingers at Santana's entrance.
"A-are you sure?" Brittany asked.
She felt Santana nod beside her so she curled her fingers and delved upwards into Santana, feeling her way though. She felt a little tighter than before. Santana's breathing changed.
"Now what?" Brittany asked as her fingers delved a little further into warmth.
"We go to sleep" Santana exhaled calmly.
"But…uh…why like this?"
Santana shifted slightly so her head nuzzled closer into Brittany's ear. She spoke softly against it. "Because when we wake up tomorrow, the first thing I want to feel is you inside of me"
Brittany's mouth fell open and a sound escaped the back of her throat, something between a moan and a sigh.
"Oh, and Britt?" Santana continued.
"Mhmm?" Brittany purred, leaning her cheek to the side to nuzzle closer into Santana.
"If you wake up before me, I want you to start fucking me nice and slow till I wake up…do you understand?"
"I-I…uh…yeah" Brittany said shakily, not quite believing how comfortable they seemed to be with each other. Santana was right; this didn't feel awkward at all.
"Good," she felt Santana smile into her neck and place another small kiss there. "Night Britt-Britt"
"Goodnight Santana" Brittany sighed. They lay there for a few minutes in silence until Brittany felt Santana's breathing steady. She had fallen asleep, the blonde somewhat envied her ability to go to sleep so quickly. Her own heart was still hammering wildly in her chest though. Her fingers inside Santana twitched a little, the position was slightly awkward so she was already feeling her wrist beginning to cramp. She didn't entirely mind though, if Santana wanted her to do this – she would. Santana's soft slumberous breaths drifted over the skin of her neck. Apart from her right arm, she had never felt this relaxed in all her life. Her eyelids fell heavy. She sighed a little, the things she would do for this girl. She eventually fell asleep wondering who really topped who.