A/N: So I've decided, in the spirit of giving, I'm giving you guys a chapter early! It's NSFW so I highly recommend you reading this in private. As I promised, a huge chapter. Oh! And play Give You What You Like by Avril Lavigne in the background the moment Brittany appears. ;) Merry Snixxmas! Next chapter will be updated on 3rd Jan 2014. I'm so sorry.
crystal: Here you go! I hope you like this chapter! ;)
StephaniieC: Ding ding ding! Except it isn't Britt who initiates it. Btw, it makes me happy seeing your reviews on a weekly basis. Thanks for reading!
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Chapter 14 - Give You What You Like
It had been a couple of quite interesting weeks since you landed in Europe and this was one of you favourite stops thus far. The city of love. You might not have a lover to bring with but the amount of love people there had been giving you was more than you could ask for.
It was your off-day and you were allowed to go anywhere you liked but instead, you decided to hang out in the comfort of your own beautifully furnished hotel room. Quinn and Sam had gone somewhere for their romantic getaway since they were in the city of love afterall. You sat on the insanely comfortable grand chair located at the corner of the room as you read the book a fan gave you when you were walking around the nearby park that morning.
You weren't a huge fan of reading but it did helped you with your songwriting. It was also an escape from the real world. All you had to do was find a comfortable spot and indulge yourself in a good book. Maybe even find yourself lost in the imaginary world.
It didn't take you long to get extremely intrigued by the story that you had totally ignored the real world. Your glasses were starting to slip down the bridge of your nose. You did not take your eyes off the book and pushed it back before biting the tip of your index finger. You had your legs brought up to the edge of the chair and your body slouching a little. He was right, it was a really interesting book.
In the midst of your reading, you heard a couple of knocks on the door, distracting you from the book. You looked up and frowned in question as you asked who the person was but there was no response. You didn't know if it was the fear or the anxiousness in you that made you want to find out who the subject was. You walked on hunter's feet to the door and looked through the eyehole.
All you could see was the back of a blonde woman's head. The first person you thought of was Brittany but there was no way in hell she would fly all the way to France just to see you. Then Quinn came to mind. You held onto the doorknob, rolling your eyes as you said, "what now, Fabray? Don't you have Sam to annoy?"
You stood completely still the moment the door was swung open and the subject was in life size in front of you. She turned slowly around with a shy smile on her face before saying a quiet "surprise". You were definitely taken by surprise. Was this a dream?
You blinked a few more times to make sure you weren't dreaming. And there she was, standing outside your hotel room with her hands behind her back and her head angled down but she still maintained the eye contact with you.
Your surpised expression soon turned into all smiles as you stepped outside and attacked her into a hug. You buried your face into her shoulder and took in a deep breath as you smelt her in what had probably been a long two weeks. Brittany let her arms wrapped around you and held you in place as you began tearing up.
"I missed you," you mumbled. "I've missed you so much it was starting to hurt."
Brittany pulled away slightly just to look you in the eye. She tucked the stray hair behind your ears before kissing your cheek and telling you the same. You felt like every bad thing that had happened was forgotten thanks to her. You walked her inside and shut the door before facing back to her and just staring at her dark blue eyes.
You felt your heart beat faster the longer you stared and as time passed, the temperature seemed to be increasing with it. It was too unbearable to the extent that you pushed her up against the wall and held her arms above her head to prevent her from fighting back as you slammed your lips against hers. Brittany stopped fighting you to gain dominance and gave in to the kiss.
You let your lips brushed hers before staying still for a few seconds as you took in a deep inhale of breath. You felt Brittany getting restless as she began moving her lips against yours and softly moaning into your mouth, sending powerful vibrations straight down your throat. It felt like ecstacy and you just want more of it.
As your breathing became heavier, so did the depth of the kiss. You ran your tongue across her bottom lip before taking it in your mouth and sucking it gently. She granted the entrance to her mouth which you eagerly entered, stroking your tongue against the inside of her lips. It was when Brittany suddenly sucked on your tongue that you felt so weak. Your grib on her had loosen, allowing her to flip you back against the wall and latching her lips onto your neck.
"Aaaah," you moaned, shutting you eyes tight to remain in control.
Just when you thought that was hot, she bit the skin on your neck, sending you screaming in pleasure before she licked on and kissed it. Brittany's hands had found their way at the sides of your body, and were slow and torturously moving up and down. You couldn't keep still and kept canting your hips forward into hers.
"Stay still," she whispered into your ear.
With those kinds of teases, there was no way in hell you could ever stay still. Not with that outrageously sexy voice of hers. You let out audible sounds of breaths as you tried to calm yourself but you were too turned on by what she had done to you... or rather just Brittany herself.
"Stay still or I'm not gonna proceed," she whispered more demandingly this time.
Moaning was all you could get out as you tried your hardest to obey her. It wasn't long but torturous until Brittany finally let her hands slip under your shirt, feeling your stomach and abs. Her cold fingers sent shivers down your spine. Like what she did before, she slowly ran her hands up your stomach to the sides of your ribcage and lastly to the swell of your breasts.
Shit.
Much to your disappointment, Brittany didn't spend much time there and went on to lift the material off your head, leaving you with your bra on. You grabbed her by the face and crashed your lips back onto hers as you slowly moved away from the wall and to the bed. You kept your hands on her face as you kissed her to the bed and gently pushed her down when her the back of her legs hit the edge.
You climbed on top of her with one of your hands now supporting your body weight and one of your feet still on the floor. Brittany pulled herself backwards, making it easier for you to crawl on top of her. With both your hands at both sides of her head and one leg in between hers, you lowered yourself and kissed her deeply. You lowered down further until your elbows were supporting you as you caressed her cheeks.
You pulled back and just looked at her. Her eyes were filled with so much lust but there was also an equal amount of care and adoration. She let her hand run through your hair before stopping at the back of your neck and drawing circles with her thumb. You softly smiled at the blonde underneath you before leaning down and softly kissed her nose.
"Are we sure?" you asked.
Brittany's face lit up as she slowly nodded to your question. Your heart beat faster and your nervous level had shot to an all time high. You lifted your leg over her as you straddled her, sitting on her thighs so that Brittany could sit up. You looked down at her stomach before letting your eyes admire the pair above. With your hands, you rested at her waist before making their way to the front where you clumsily fumbled with the buttons.
"Here," she said just above a whisper.
Brittany clasped her hands over yours as she aided you with the buttons. Halfway through getting the shirt unbuttoned, you couldn't help but noticed how toned her stomach was. Soon you were able to get the shirt off but Brittany seemed to have found something. She ran her hand at the right side of your ribcage as she carefully studied it. It, however, didn't take long for her to leave it alone and grabbed you by the neck and kissed you hard.
Her tongue had found its way into your mouth and you let it perform a tango with your own. Your hands had risen from its previous spot to the swell of her breast as they gently massaged them. The kisses travelled lower and lower that you were now at her collar bone, kissing every inch you could get your lips on. You kissed the valley of her breast down to her naval before coming back up and laying flat above her.
Brittany managed to gain dominance and flipped you under her. She straddled you but didn't come back down to kiss you or anything. Instead, you felt her rocking her hips into yours, causing you to roll your eyes to the back of your head.
You tried to look back at her but got distracted by her perfectly toned abs and nice boobs. You reached up and grabbed both of them as you massaged them gently. Brittany closed her eyes and parted her mouth as she panted and rocked her hips against yours more erratically. You could see that she was nearing the edge and so were you. You stilled her hips and threw back your head.
"Fuck!" she breathed out.
You impatiently unzipped her jeans and tugged it off her long legs. Brittany did the same but gave up halfway as she began to rock into your hips again. You finished off the job by kicking it off and pulling her down to kiss her. Your stomach was doing flips and your centre began to ache for touch. With her rubbing herself on top of you and the heat radiating from her centre and on to yours, you were rapidly approaching the edge.
"Fuck! Brittany, I need you now," you screamed.
You forced yourself to open your eyes and looked at her only to see her smirking down at you. She hooked her fingers onto your panties and pulled it down before letting her eyes fixated at your glistening centre. As soon as she got it to your ankles, she lifted herself off you and quickly took off hers before sliding one leg in between yours and rubbing it on your centre, causing you to moan. Your breathing got heavier after every thrust of her leg before it abruptly stopped and she laid flat on top of you.
Brittany kissed your jaw line and your chin before placing sweet small pecks on your lips. You smiled at her adoringly. Her eyes suddenly turned a shade darker as she smirked at you and slid her hand in between your bodies. She forcefully cupped your centre before torturously running her fingers up and down your clit, causing you to feel sexually frustrated. You groaned and canted your hips into her hand, wanting more contact but she retrieved her hand and brought it up to her face before seductively licking your juices off her fingers.
Oh god, can you get anymore turned on?
Brittany took her fingers out of her mouth with a pop and leaned in to kiss you. You tasted yourself and felt even more turned on. You didn't even notice you were rolling your hips into hers until you heard her giggled. Oh fuck, her giggle.
As soon as she broke the kiss, she slid her hand back down and dipped one finger into your centre before pulling it out after going in an inch deep. You groaned at the sudden loss of touch but it didn't last long when she suddenly plunged two fingers into your centre and twisting it before pulling it out, only leaving the tips in. You cussed at the sensation and threw your head back. Brittany continued sliding in and out of you and curling her fingers every time she was inside of you.
You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust but she stopped as soon as she sensed you were close. She took out her fingers and you whined at the loss but when she lifted one leg over yours and sat, your disappointment was second-guessed. Her centre was in contact with yours. You could feel how wet she was. Then she started rolling her hips, causing her lips to slide deliciously in between yours and your juices mixed with each other.
You thought that the fingering was heavenly but this had taken everything to a whole new level. You couldn't stop moaning at the contact. Brittany was panting above you and her head was thrown back. You admired her from below; the way her body glistened under the hotel room lightings, the way her body moves against yours, the way her abs contracts, the way she would look at you every time she looks down, and the way her eyes just sparkles when she looks at you.
You were definitely falling and you were falling fast.
You began to feel your stomach beginning to tighten so tightly that it was about to snap in a matter of seconds. Brittany's movements were also starting to get sloppier by the second.
"Britt, Brittany," you breathed out. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna… ugh!"
Brittany picked up the pace and roughly bumped her swollen clit against yours, causing as much friction as she could. You were already sensitive. With one last forceful thrust of her hips, you came crashing down. Your body shook uncontrollably under her as you grabbed on to the bed sheets. You let waves of pleasure coursed through your veins and eyes shut as she continued rolling into you faster than before. It was only a matter of time before she came undone. Her hips stilled and centre pressed against yours as pleasure washed over hers.
You watched her as she came. You felt so connected to her. You took in her beauty as she tried to catch her breath after such an intense session. Brittany fell flat above you, breathing heavily into your ears. Her sweaty body sticked onto you as you let your arms around her and held her close, kissing her shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.
"Best I had in awhile," you husked. "Actually, scratch that. It was the best I had by far."
Brittany giggled above you, causing you to feel her vibrations on your body. "Ditto," she simply replied.
You just laid there with a beautiful blonde sleeping on top of you, thinking to yourself how hard you were winning. You felt like you had finally achieved everything in life. You could just die happy right now. You tucked the stray blonde hair behind her ear before kissing the ear. Soon, you found yourself falling into deep sleep.
You jumped out of sleep and found yourself in an empty class room. Everyone had left and you were the only one there. None of your friends had stayed behind or even wake you up. Sometimes you wondered if they were truly your friends.
You got up and smoothed the creases on your Cheerio uniform. You grabbed your file and went straight out the door. You fished out your phone from your jacket and dialled for Quinn. You stopped by your locker before unlocking it and stuffing the file inside and taking out your bag.
"Yo Q, where are you?" you raised you voice in question and also annoyance.
"Behind you..." she replied.
You turned around with your phone still firmly pressed on your ear. Quinn stood by the hallway bend, looking at you... or rather smiling at you. You shut your locker and walked straight up to her, ending the call as you did so. You were still a little confused after waking up in the empty classroom.
"Ugh, I feel like a bus just ran me over," you complained, rubbing the back of your head.
"Hangover? Maybe you should refrain from drinking too much," she suggested.
You looked at her like she was insane but she did have a point. Ever since you broke up with that horrible girlfriend of yours, all you've been doing was drink. You didn't care if there was a test tomorrow, you'd just drink your night away. It was mainly to help you forget that day you walked in on her.
You stopped just before the field and stood there in disbelief. All you wanted to do now were to either run up there and beat the crap out of someone or to run away in shame.
"San, just pretend she's not there," Quinn told you. "I doubt she even cared if you were here."
Sure she didn't but you did. You cared for her more than you wanted to. It hurt being around her and pretend like nothing ever happened. You felt your defensive side kicked in. You looked momentarily at Quinn with the most upsetting facial expression before turning around and running to the nearest restroom you could find.
You sat on the toilet bowl and let it all out. You were a slobbering mess. You still felt extremely heartbroken and fragile even though it had been a month since the incident. You let your hand rest on your forehead as you wept the pain away.
"Santana?" called out Quinn. "Do you want to talk?"
"Go away," you shouted.
Quinn didn't ask anymore questions but instead, leaned back against the cubicle door. You stared at her feet, trying to pull yourself together.
"It hurts, ya know?" you said softly.
Quinn hummed.
"You think you'll get over it after awhile but then you see her," you paused, feeling your chest tightened at the thought of Elaine. "And all the emotions I thought I have let go came back in full force. Why can't I just get over her already."
"I understand you still love her but some things don't last long," she spoke. "I felt the same way when I found out Berry's dating Finn. It took me so long to realize that I was wasting my time crying over spilled milk. I thought crying would make the pain go away... but instead, I was hurting myself more."
You kept quiet as you listened to your best friend's words. You took in a deep breath and stood up before unlocking the door. Quinn spun around and just looked at you with the utmost concern. You threw her a tight-lipped smile before taking a step forward and hugging her.
"Thank you," you whispered. "Thank you for being a friend."
Quinn rubbed the small of your back and stood there, not wanting to let you go just yet. Then, footsteps were heard approaching the restroom. What were the odds? Elaine and her bitchy friend walked in, staring oh-so bitchy at the both of you.
"Well, well, look at the two lesbians," Elaine snarked.
You let go of Quinn and threw her a look so hurtful and annoyed before lashing out on her. "Fuck you, Elaine!"
"Oh ho ho, you wanna fuck me?" she laughed. "Oh wait, you already have."
Quinn held you from the back to prevent you from throwing physical assaults on her. Your eyes were starting to fill with more tears and your heart, it was hurting more than you thought possible.
"Don't listen to her," Quinn spoke into your ear. "She's just messing with your head."
Your body jerked and you woke up from your dream. Your forehead and neck were soaked with cold sweat. You verbally cursed to yourself and let yourself relax. You looked to your right to find Brittany still peacefully sleeping. A smile replaced the frown you had on earlier as you looked at her sleeping form.
How could anyone look so peaceful?
Brittany stirred in her sleep, landing an arm over your hip. It was then you realized how very naked you were. You had to take a shower because of how sticky you were. You leaned over to Brittany, making sure not to shake the bed to much and planted a kiss on her forehead before carefully getting out of bed and straight to the bathroom.
You stood under the shower head as the warm water flowed down your body. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of the dream you had. No, it wasn't a dream; it was reality. A reality of your past. You seemed to be getting these kinds of dreams lately. Was it stress that was causing such dreams or were you just thinking too much?
After spending a good five minute under the shower reflecting on life, you proceeded to actually clean yourself. Then you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way to the main area where you left your luggage just next to the bed. You were quite surprised to find the beautiful blonde rising from her sleep with a smile on her face.
"Morning sleepy head," you smiled.
"Morning," she replied with a coarse voice as she stretched herself. "You're up awfully early."
You bent down to unzip your luggage and took out a bra and panties before putting them on.
"I couldn't sleep," you told her truthfully.
You sat yourself right next to Brittany who was spread across the bed with half her face hiding behind the covers she was laying on. You grabbed her hand that was outstretched in front of you and began caressing the back of it. Brittany had a sleepy smile on.
"I didn't know you have a tattoo," she stated.
Your smile suddenly dropped and you just stared at her as she wiggled her way over to you. She ran her fingers over the small area on the right side of your ribcage. "Luctor et emergo..." she spoke slowly. The way she ran her fingers over your skin so slowly made you ticklish but you didn't move away from her touch.
"What does it mean?" she proceeded to ask.
You took in a deep breath as you were brought back to the day you got that tattoo. It was something to remind you that you still had a life ahead of you and that you shouldn't dwell on old conflicts. Old conflicts like the one you had back in eleventh grade. The feather with some of its follicles flying away and morphing into birds right beside the phrase also meant a lot to you.
"I struggled but I survived," you answered, looking down at her focusing hard on the imprints. "It was mainly to remind me that what happened in the past, be it bad or good, I managed to pull through them and live my life using those as lessons."
"What about this feather?" she asked, curious as she lightly touched the image which made you squirmed a little. "What does that mean?"
"To be free," you paused, thinking of what you felt it meant right now. "To be able to live again... to be able to love again."
"What do you mean by love again?" her eyes were now on you, knitted and curious.
You immediately thought of the eleventh grade incident, and how it had caused you so much pain and confusion.
"How about you go freshen up a little and I'll bring you for a walk?" you suggested, turning your body fully toward her. "Then maybe I'll tell you."
It was mainly because you didn't want to ruin this moment.
You saw her pout when you didn't want to tell her right then but it was for the best. You leaned towards her and kissed away the pout. As you pulled away, you saw her smiling again and you smiled along with her before giving her another kiss.
"Britt," you said in between kisses. "If we start, we'll never be able to stop. Then I won't be able to tell you what you want to know."
She whined into the kiss but didn't dwell on in. Instead, she got up and sauntered her way to the bathroom, teasing you with the well-maintained naked body of hers. You faced away to hide the blush that was forming on your cheeks and smiled stupidly at yourself. Brittany giggled at your reaction before kissing her hand and smacking her buttcheek.
"Damn it Britt," you laughed.
You had already put on your thick leather jacket and pants along with a black tight tank, and was waiting for Brittany to get out of the shower. It was still an early day and you knew the management and the PR teams wouldn't mind you having a stroll outside as long as you had a bodyguard or two. You scrolled down to Quinn's number and called her.
"Hey Quinn, I'll be out for awhile," you stated. "Send me Karofsky so you guys won't have to wonder if I'm alright."
"Out with who?" she asked sleepily. "I'll send him a message and get him to you door ASAP."
"Not important... I just want to see Paris, that's all," you spat out, shrugging your shoulders at the same time.
You hung up and just sat on the bed, thinking about anything and everything. You bit the inner part of your lower lip and frowned at nothing ahead of you. Your back was facing away from where Brittany was so she wouldn't have to see you being so serious. As if on que, Brittany got out of the bathroom.
"Hey, you alright there?" she asked.
You spun around and looked at her. You tried to hide the seriousness behind a puzzled look before shaking your head and faking a smile. It didn't go unnoticed how she only stood there in the bathrobe the hotel supplied you with.
"Um... if so, I want to ask you if I could borrow some of your clothes?" she asked. "If that's okay with you, of course."
You let her. You gave her what you thought she would be comfortable in; a fluffy sweater and your other pair of leather pants. She didn't say anything after you handed them to her, instead, she shimmied into those in an instant. You went back to your luggage and took out your favourite pair of knee high leather heels before forcing your feet into them.
You stood up and walked to Brittany who was just standing in front of the bed, looking at you. You held both of her hands and smiled at her before slowly pulling her to the door.
By the time you opened the door, Karofsky was already standing in front of it, readying himself to knock. You raised one brow at him before telling him to lead the way. He kept looking at Brittany all weird. Like he was hallucinating.
"What are you staring at, meat head?" you scowled. "She's a friend and you don't have to ask me why she's in my room."
"Oh no, I'm more curious as to why she's in France," he stated, eyeing Brittany like a hawk. "I thought she's suppo-"
You shut him up and ordered him to walk you to the lobby. Brittany had been keeping quiet ever since the both of you were greeted by Karofsky. Was she intimidated by his large exterior or was she uncomfortable being around people she didn't know well? You shook those thoughts out of your head and put on a smile as you walked side by side while holding hands.
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You had asked Karofsky to walk a few metres behind while you and Brittany enjoyed your time walking along the beautiful roads of Paris. This was what you loved about your job. You get to visit new places you dreamt of going but never really had the money to. This job gave you the opportunity to do so without you having to fish out a single cent.
"Bienvenue à Paris..." you said, looking up at the old-fashioned brick buildings.
"Uh... bonjour mademoiselle," Brittany added.
You turned your head to her in an instant and looked at her confused before bursting out into laughter. Brittany ducked her head down and laughed at what she just said. She told you that she had no idea how to speak French and that she was part Dutch; not that it mattered but was good to know.
"God, Britt? Could you get any cuter?" you chuckled.
You stopped at the bakery just down the road and bought a couple of hot coffee and some pasteries. You had insisted on buying some for Karofsky but he repeatedly declined your offer and suggested that it would be best if he stand guard as the both of you have your breakfast.
Like any other Frenchman, you had a table out in the open overlooking the fairly busy road. It didn't bother you that much when a handful of fans crowded around the area. They didn't disturb you from your time off nor were they making a lot of noise. That was one thing you loved about the French.
The conversation you and Brittany shared was light-hearted at first but then she brought up the topic about your tattoo. You face instantly fell and your eyes were fixated on your ceramic cup. You took in a deep breath and looked back up at her to find her looking worriedly back at you. You tried smiling but you knew that she knew it was faked.
"Ok... the tattoo," you dragged, thinking of way to say it. "Five years ago, I fell out of love... no, not fell, thrown, and I've not been in one since. It hit me hard when I found out she didn't have the same exact feelings as I did."
You looked at Brittany and found how sympathetic she looked. You didn't want sympathy, not from her. You just want an understanding.
"She... uh... she cheated on me one day, Valentine's Day to be exact," you shrugged. "And I've never felt so stupid in my life to believe she would never hurt me the way she did that very day. A couple of years later, I finally decided I wanted to get out and start fresh again, hence the tattoo. I knew it wouldn't change anything but at least it could give me the strength to move on."
"Have you?" she asked.
You shook your head and looked away in embarrassment. "To be honest, I don't know anymore. Part of me thinks I have but the other part... the other part of me still cares a lot about her."
Brittany sucked in her lips and focused on her hands that were holding her cup. You could see how she didn't want to talk about it anymore and how she just wants you to leave the topic as it is and talk about current situation.
"Hey Britt, if you want me to stop talking about my ex, I will," you said, reaching out your hand and layering it on top of hers. "I got you now and that's all that matters."
That's all that matters... what does that mean?
Brittany's lips twitched at the corners before a smile soon emerged. She held onto the cup tighter as she looked up into your brown eyes. That sparkle. That sparkle in her eyes you never fail to see when she's around you. It was back.
You would give anything to lean across the table and kiss her right then but with the crowd surrounding you, you held back the urge. Instead, you searched her eyes for understanding and also to tell her how much you appreciated her being there.
It wasn't long until you were called back to the hotel for a brief meeting. But before you met up with the gang, you had to hide Brittany in your room and threatened Karofsky not to expose the information of her being in the country.
"Stay tight, alright?" you spoke just above a whisper. "I'll come back as soon as the meeting ends."
You closed the gap between Brittany and yourself and let your lips touched for a brief second before hugging her tightly. Brittany buried her face in your hair and took in a deep breath, taking in your scent. "Promise?" she asked. You repeated the same word with much certainty before pulling away and staring into her beautiful blue orbs.
You made your way out of the room while still maintaining eye contact until it was impossible to hold it any longer. Just like that, the blonde was out of your sight and you were on your way to the meeting hall.