Santana never thought she would say this, but the sex was different. Sure, sex with different people always felt different, but it was essentially the same thing. And sure, sex with Brittany was special; there was no denying that. There was the cuddling afterward, the giggling, the looks they gave each other that no one else in the world could decipher… And of course it was good. Actually, it was great—but it wasn't like Santana never had great sex before.
That night, though, the sex was different.
Brittany had held her hand and led her inside, turning around to smile at Santana with every other step she took as if just to make sure Santana knew she was smiling. They walked past the couch, the dining table, the kitchen counter, and all the other places where Brittany normally would haven taken her because they physically wouldn't have been able to stand another second of not ravishing each other.
Instead, hand in hand, they patiently made their way to Santana's room. When they were finally standing next to the bed, Brittany slowly ran her free hand down Santana's arm, her fingers ghosting over impossibly smooth skin, until she clutched onto Santana's other hand.
She looked up at Santana, tilted her head, and smiled. Santana smiled back, her brown eyes soft and warm as the tiniest crinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. They were the most adorable things Brittany had ever seen.
Brittany lifted Santana's hands up to her lips. She kissed the back of one hand, then the other. Gently, she sat Santana down on the edge of the bed before she bent over and barely brushed her lips against Santana's. Santana instinctively leaned into Brittany, but Brittany only pulled back further. Again, Brittany edged closer and grazed Santana's lips with her own. Then she placed her forehead on Santana's and gazed into those wavering eyes as she brought her thumb up to feel Santana's lips.
Closing her eyes, Brittany cupped Santana's face in her hands and just stayed still for a moment. Finally, she took in a deep breath through her nose and pushed her lips into Santana's.
For those lingering seconds, everything was just Santana. Santana's fresh yet slightly sweet scent rushed into Brittany's nose. She felt Santana's soft cheeks warming her hands. She listened to Santana's even breathing that steadied the rhythm of her own rapidly beating heart. Most of all, she tasted Santana. She tasted her like she had never before as their tongues rolled smoothly against each other, firm but gentle, suppressed yet out of control.
They were still kissing when Brittany moved to straddle Santana. Santana's hands immediately roamed down Brittany's back and settled at her waist. Santana's lips made a similar path downward as she left a trail of kisses from the corner of Brittany's mouth to her jaw and finally to her neck, now exposed thanks to Brittany having thrown her head back in pleasure earlier.
Santana nibbled and licked and sucked as Brittany ground down on her desperately. The more Santana flicked her tongue, the heavier Brittany's limbs felt. It reached a point at which Brittany simply let her entire body go limp as she focused solely on the way Santana made her feel—her heart thumping loudly against her ribcage, the anticipation making her stomach feel strangely but deliciously hollow, every fiber of her body humming all the way down to the slow burning between her legs.
Santana reached one hand out to lift Brittany's head up and push it toward herself. Forehead to forehead, she watched Brittany pant for a moment, her tongue heavy and her throat dry. Brittany's hair was a mess, her forehead beaded with sweat. And she was perfect.
Santana squinted her eyes shut and kissed Brittany again. And again. And again. She kissed her until she was sure their lips would bruise. Only then did she pull back, though reluctantly.
She clutched onto the hem of Brittany's shirt with both her hands and paused. She had taken off Brittany's shirt countless times, but it felt so invasive this time around, and she didn't know why. She lifted the shirt just a bit and stopped again. Then, she took a deep breath and slowly peeled off Brittany's shirt the rest of the way with as much care and caution that Brittany deserved.
Brittany unclasped her bra herself and let it drop to the ground. Santana paused to admire Brittany's lean and toned body for the thousandth time because no matter how many times she had seen it, Brittany's body still baffled her. She broke from her trance when Brittany slid closer to her, unable to wait any longer. Right away, she buried her face into Brittany's chest, kissing her everywhere as her hands traced each and every hard muscle on Brittany's stomach.
When Santana's lips finally reached Brittany's breasts, she let her lips graze Brittany's nipples, which already began to harden. Brittany dug her nails into Santana's neck, needing more, wanting more. Santana seemed to understand since she covered Brittany's nipple with her lips, nibbled, and sucked. She took Brittany's other nipple between her thumb and index finger, rubbing and tugging, harder and harder each time.
She snaked her other hand downward to Brittany's shorts and fumbled with the button and zipper. Without needing to be asked, Brittany lifted her hips, and Santana swiftly tugged off her shorts and panties. When Brittany sat back down on her lap, Santana instantly felt that slippery wetness on her thighs, especially since Brittany was grinding her mound down hard. Santana grunted and slipped her fingers into Brittany's folds, brushing lightly up and down.
Brittany jerked at the contact before her head dropped to Santana's shoulder. She whimpered and began moving against Santana's hand. Santana turned her head toward Brittany's and kissed her hard as she swiped some of Brittany's juices up to her clit and massaged it with just enough pressure to get Brittany squirming and squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure.
As Brittany's pants got louder and as her breaths hit Santana's neck harder, Santana dragged her fingers down to Brittany's entrance, rubbing for a second before sliding two fingers inside with ease.
Brittany gasped and clenched around Santana's fingers, making Santana groan in response. Before Santana even started to move her fingers, Brittany had already clutched onto Santana's shoulders with both hands and began to slowly pump her hips up and down.
Santana couldn't take her eyes off Brittany. Brittany was staring right back at her, biting her lip and bouncing up and down, faster and faster. Santana's mouth hung open as she witnessed one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. When she finally realized she was just sitting there doing nothing, she quickly swiped her thumb across Brittany's clit, causing Brittany to squeak and thrust even harder.
Between Santana's rubbing firm circles on her clit and Brittany's having found just the right angle to ride Santana's hand, Brittany knew she would come anytime now. Just then, Santana turned to kiss her cheek before whispering, "I love you," and Brittany's whole body stilled. Powerful waves erupted through her as Santana pumped her fingers slowly and gently massaged Brittany's clit to prolong that feeling of absolute bliss as much as she could.
At last, Brittany let her body fall forward and collapse into Santana's strong arms. "Love you, too," she mumbled into Santana's neck.
Santana swept the blonde hair out of Brittany's flushed face and kissed her. "I know."
"Brittany, can you hand me the remote, please?"
Brittany rolled her eyes at getting interrupted while she was buttoning up her white shirt. "Really, Santana?"
"Please, Britt-Britt?" she tried with her best puppy face.
Brittany frowned, but padded over to the television anyway, picked up the remote, and jabbed it in Santana's hands. As she turned to walk back to the mirror, Santana grabbed her wrist.
"Britt, wait."
Brittany turned back to look at Santana, who had a cheeky smile on. "What?"
Santana pulled Brittany closer and stared at her open shirt. "You look so hot in your work clothes."
Brittany looked down at Santana's lust-filled eyes and laughed. "Thanks."
Santana snuggled her face into Brittany's abs.
"Santana…"
"Hm?" Santana murmured as she stuck her tongue out and flicked at Brittany's belly button.
"I'm going to be late, Santana…"
"Mmhmm." Santana didn't stop.
Brittany ran her fingers through Santana's dark hair before she pushed Santana away.
Santana frowned. No one ever passed on sexy times with Santana Lopez.
As if she could read Santana's mind, Brittany quickly said, "Not that I don't enjoy sexy times with you, but I really have to go." She finished buttoning up her shirt and tucked it into her skirt.
Santana sighed and lay back down on the couch. "Fine," she said as she flipped through the channels disinterestedly.
Brittany kneeled down so that she was face to face with Santana. "You know I'll be thinking about you the whole day at work, right?" She kissed Santana once.
Santana continued staring at the television.
She kissed Santana again. "Don't be like that, baby," she pleaded.
A slight grin crossed Santana's face this time. "We never use pet names."
"Because you think they're stupid."
"They are."
Brittany smiled at Santana's stubbornness. "We're going to have so much fun tonight," she whispered, brushing her nose against Santana's. She kissed Santana one last time and got up. She glanced at the clock, winced, and sped out the door.
"Love you!" Santana called after her.
Brittany stuck her head back through the gap of the door. "Love you, too," she said with a huge smile. Then she blew Santana a kiss and slammed the door shut.
Santana chuckled. She could get used to all this loving.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Brittany," Santana chirped.
Brittany smiled at the warm voice. "Hey," she said, swiveling in her desk chair.
"How's work?"
Brittany glanced around. "Fine. I'm just waiting for someone to pack and leave, so I don't have to be the first one."
"Were you late today?"
"Uh huh."
"Did you get in trouble with your boss?"
"Well, not really. He just kind of laughed at me when I stumbled into the morning meeting like a crazy person."
"That's embarrassing."
"Shut up. It's all your fault."
Santana chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm going to make up for it soon."
"You better."
"Hmm, how about now?"
At that moment, a single pink daisy appeared in front of Brittany's eyes. Brittany quickly looked up and saw Santana with a bright smile on her face and her phone at her ear. "Why are you here, Santana?"
Santana dropped her phone into her pocket. "To pick you up from work," she said with a shrug.
Brittany smiled in spite of herself and plucked the flower from Santana's hand. "And you're giving me this flower because…?"
Santana widened her eyes. "You forgot?" she asked a little loudly.
Several people were staring at them now.
"Of course not," Brittany said as she glanced around uneasily. What anniversary is it? First date? First kiss? Oh, God, there are so many. "It's because…"
Santana shook her head disappointedly. "Read the note."
Brittany opened the tiny card attached to the flower and began to read out loud. "Just because…it's Monday."
With that, Santana leaned in and planted a big kiss on Brittany's lips.
A collective "awww" came from the girls in the office who witnessed the exchange as they swooned in unison. The guys smiled and reminded themselves to do something like this for their girlfriends soon.
Brittany was blushing when the kiss ended. She quickly began to pack her things as Santana watched her, the amusement evident in Santana's brown eyes.
When she was done, she looked up at the smirking Santana and rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Fine what?" Santana asked.
"Fine, you're the most awesome girlfriend anyone could ask for."
Santana chuckled. "Why, thank you."
Brittany smiled. "Thank you."
"Anytime."
Brittany linked arms with Santana and led her to the elevator. Santana quickly hit the button before Brittany could do anything, and they looked at each other for a second before cracking up at their inside joke. As they waited for the elevator, they heard footsteps coming their way. Brittany glanced up and smiled. "And this is the guy I work for," she said to Santana.
Santana looked up as well. The man was wearing a dark grey pinstripe suit. He was quite tall…and he had a headful of soft, blonde hair.