A knock at the door made me stiffen. I opened my eyes and saw that Santana had rolled off of me in her sleep and was tucked tightly into my side, her arm draped over my stomach and her head resting on my chest. When the door handle jiggled, my eyes widened, but I remembered I had locked it the night before. I nudged Santana, but she was fast asleep. I pressed my lips to her forehead and carefully removed her arm from around me. She sighed in her sleep as I squeezed my shoulder out from beneath her.
"Brittany?" Rachel knocked on the door louder. I flipped the comforter from one side of the bed over Santana and then scrambled towards the door.
"Hey," I said quietly as I cracked the door open a little. Rachel was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was damp. She was holding like, a million hangers. I rose my brow.
"Did I wake you?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah, but it's okay," I said. "I have to start getting ready for class, anyway."
"Yeah, I wanted to catch you before you left," Rachel said, gesturing to the hangers she was holding. "Can you help me?"
"Are you doing laundry or something?" I muttered sleepily. I still wasn't sure why she had so many clothes.
"I have to do a solo for my midterm today. My professor said it's just as much about presentation as singing, and well, I could use some advice. Can I come in?"
She pressed her hand against the door, but my foot stopped it. I blinked, suddenly more awake now that she was trying to get in the room. She looked up at me, tilting her head to the side and her brow furrowed.
"How about we go to your room? Let me get changed and I'll be over, okay?" I said quickly. I couldn't think of a better excuse on the spot. She looked over my shoulder and I straightened a little bit until she gave me a nod and turned away. I gave a silent sigh of relief and turned back to look at my bed. Santana had shifted from under the covers and was sprawled over the spot I had been sleeping in.
"Santana..." I pressed my hand against my forehead as I crossed my room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Where'd you go...?" she mumbled. I ran my fingers through her hair.
"Rachel needs help with an outfit decision," I said.
"God, yes, please give that girl a makeover," Santana grumbled sleepily. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. I drew back a little, paused, and then placed a gentle kiss on the bandage on her eyebrow.
"How are you feeling?" I hovered over her and she shifted to look up at me.
"My face hurts," she shrugged. She winced when she did, and brought her hand to her side. "Side kinda hurts too."
"Lemme see," I said. She moved her hands up to rest on either side of her head and let me lift up her shirt. Her side from her lower rib down to her hip bone was a sick sort of green color.
"Ow," I said sympathetically. I looked back up at her face and saw her cheek was a little swollen and had similar coloring.
"What's the diagnosis? Be honest, how much time do I have left, doc?" Santana said, widening her eyes and puffing out her lower lip. She batted her eyes at me and I laughed. I leaned down and kissed the bruise on her side right in the middle of it as gently as I could. Her stomach shrunk in and she giggled. I kissed over it a few times before lifting my head and moving up to her face. I kissed her cheek and drew back an inch.
"Not much time at all," I whispered. "Let me see your tongue, I might still be able to save you."
She let her tongue wiggle out from between her lips. I placed my thumb on her chin and forced her mouth open, kissing as lightly as I could on her tongue. She inhaled sharply and drew her tongue back to press her lips against mine. She lifted her hands up from the pillow and grasped the sides of my face to pull me closer. I almost let her, but I pulled back at the last second.
"Santana..." I exhaled. I felt lightheaded, and I knew I couldn't keep kissing her, or Rachel would be suspicious about how long it was taking me to change. I sat back and ran my hand through my hair. She looked up at me from the pillow and smiled.
"It's a mother fucking miracle," she grinned. "I feel so much better." She sat up and let her fingers tickle over my stomach. I recoiled from her tickling me, but I let my hands wrap around her back as she leaned into me.
"I think we might have found a cure, Dr. Pierce," she mumbled, pressing her lips to my neck.
"S-Santana, I have c-class-" I gasped as she ran the tip of her tongue up the side of my throat.
"Mm, can't you just skip?" she mumbled as she started to kiss below my ear. God, it made my heart race. I felt myself flush, and I had to do everything I could not to snatch her up and push her back into the bed.
"I have midterms," I mumbled, twisting my head and pulling away slightly. She dropped her hands in her lap and pouted.
"Stop it," I rolled my eyes and smacked her hand playfully. "You have class too - and midterms! And Rachel's waiting for me. Get up, get out, get dressed."
"But I need help..." she mumbled, falling back into the bed and wavering her arm weakly in the air.
"I'm not falling for that," I said, arching my brow. "Not after you tried to give me sweet lady kisses."
"Heh," she cracked a smile. "I like that."
"It wouldn't look so bad, but Rachel, you're mixing colors that don't look right," I shook my head.
"Green and pink are good together," Rachel said, holding the tips of her skirt splayed out to her sides. I shook my head. She looked like a watermelon.
"You said it's a solo performance, right? You're already going to have your professor's attention. You don't have to stand out anymore than that," I shook my head. "It should be simple, elegant, and not distract from your talent."
"Huh," Rachel nodded and sat down on her bed. "That's really smart, Brittany."
It was the first time I'd really been in Rachel's room, and I was surprised at how much different it was to Santana's room. Santana had pictures everywhere and posters of celebrities. Rachel had a pin board full of notes and a calendar on the wall, and then a decorative poster that had a photograph of a beach on it. She had a few well-placed picture frames on her desk. I think the major contrast was that everything in Rachel's room was neat and organized. Santana wasn't a messy person, but she didn't mind a little chaos.
"Did you pick that up at Juilliard?" Rachel asked, picking up another dress from her bed. I was sitting in her rolling computer chair with Lord Tubbington in my lap. I'd found him hiding under her bed when I came in.
"Kind of," I shrugged. "You see a lot of dancers try to make themselves look better than they are by wearing really stylish clothes or whipping their hair around."
"Oh, like hairography?" Rachel said, smiling brightly.
"Is that like pornography?" I said, wrinkling my nose. She laughed, and I laughed too. I had a feeling if I had said that to Quinn, she wouldn't have found it as funny. "Yes, exactly. But I didn't really pick that up at Juilliard - sometimes I'll see one or two of the dancers in my classes try it, so it still happens. I had a high school teacher that helped me with my application for my scholarship. It was her advice, actually."
"Oh? Well, that's still really smart," Rachel nodded. "It's good advice."
"She gave lots of good advice," I said and shrugged. "So, why not just wear something simple? Solid colors. Pick something dark, I think. That always seems more professional."
"Okay," Rachel said, sifting back through her clothes. I scooted closer in her chair to her bed and started to pick through her clothes. She had nice things, she just mismatched them.
"You should wear your hair back," I said. "And don't wear a headband."
"Why not?" Rachel asked, raising her hand up to her head.
"It makes you look like you're in grade school," I shook my head. "You want all the attention drawn to your eyes or your mouth when you're singing. Not your headband."
"Alright," Rachel nodded. She pulled her headband off and set it amongst her clothes. I leaned forward and rustled her bangs.
"Much better," I smiled. "I think you should wear this." I picked up a black shirt from her pile of clothes and held it up over her watermelon colored attire. It draped over one shoulder more than the other, and the asymmetry was nice. "If you can go more casual, wear dark wash skinny jeans with it."
"Yeah, I can," Rachel said. "Are you sure?"
"Mm, yeah," I smiled. "Don't wear any long earrings either, just a simple necklace if you want it."
"That's so basic," Rachel said, looking the outfit choice over.
"Sometimes the best things in life are the ones that are basic and easy," I said, patting her knee and standing to get up. "I have to finish getting ready for class."
"Okay!" Rachel chirped and stood up. She didn't have class until much later, but she promised to make me waffles for breakfast if I helped her. I didn't like waffles as much as I liked pancakes, because you could put things in pancakes, but I wasn't going to complain. She even assured me they would be normal waffles, because I told her I didn't know if I could handle vegan waffles.
I was just finishing bubbling in the answers for my Acting for Dancers exam when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I wasn't sure why we had a paper exam for an acting class, but it had been really easy. I slipped out of my chair, grabbing my bag and slung it over my shoulder before approaching the front of the room and placing it on my professor's desk. She gave me a light smile and went back to marking other exams that had already been turned in. I quietly exited and flipped my phone open.
Hey sexy lady. My midterm only took like 20 min. I'm going to be there in a few minutes. Parking is a bitch. Wait outside for me? - xo - Santana
I smiled happily and sent her a text back.
Don't think you can get past the guard? ;) I thought you said you had your ways.
I walked towards the elevator, waiting patiently for it and for Santana's reply. My phone buzzed a few seconds after I hit the down button.
I told you already, I'm not flashing my boobs around! - Santana
I smiled and stepped into the elevator.
That's a shame.
I looked down at my phone while I waited for her reply. I had saved the picture Quinn sent me as the wallpaper. It was the only photo I had of Santana. I managed to get all the way down to the first floor and was almost at the front doors when a new message popped up on the screen.
Don't sound so disappointed. ;) - Santana
My lips spread into a wide grin, and I started typing back as I wandered towards one of the benches just outside the Juilliard building.
Is that what I think it means?
I sat down and looked around. I felt like I had a silly grin on my face, and I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. There were a few students scattered about, mostly chatting to one another quietly. There was another person across from me on the other bench eating lunch. I really hoped that Santana would offer to get food, because I was really hungry. My phone buzzed.
If you're thinking 'Am I finally going to get a look at those rambunctious set of twins?' then I think you might be onto something, bb. - xo - Santana
I couldn't help it. I giggled. I knew I must have looked silly, but Santana said really funny things. Not just that, but I did really want to see her with all her clothes off. Not just see her, either.
"Pierce." The voice boomed from above me, and I snapped my phone shut as I jumped. I looked up and saw Avery and Tara standing over me. They looked terrible. Avery was definitely the worse of the two. She had swollen lip that looked like it had been busted open and her one eye was dark and swollen. That whole side of her face was a little blue and she had a bandage on her nose. It looked broken. She had two of her fingers in brace and several scuffs and scratches all over her arms. Tara had similar cuts and scratches and a large welt on her forehead. That answered the question of two of the three girls that Santana fought with yesterday.
I looked up at them, too terrified to say anything. Their appearance alone was shocking, and I was afraid of what they wanted. Obviously it had to do with yesterday, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know what they were about to say.
"Looks like you're Hispanic bodyguard isn't around," Avery sneered. "Just thought we should tell you that we're pressing charges."
"Yeah, we came in to get excused from our exams today, but we're on our way to the police station next." Tara said. "You'll be lucky if she doesn't get deported."
Avery grinned and nudged Tara with her elbow.
"Santana isn't an immigrant," I said, furrowing my brow.
"Then they'll probably just arrest her for assault," Avery shrugged. "Either way, you can say goodbye to your friend."
"Who's saying goodbye to whom now?"
All three of us looked up and saw Santana standing about two yards away, her arms crossed over her chest. Somehow, the way the sleeves of her NYU hoodie were rolled up and how her brow arched like she was showing off the bandages on her arm and face made her look really cool. She waited for a second before advancing several steps towards us, and Avery and Tara instantly backed up.
"C'mon, Britt," Santana said, reaching down and grabbing my arm. She forced me up, but I fidgeted.
"Santana, they said they're going to press charges," I whispered. I felt like I was going to cry. There had to be something we could say or do so they wouldn't.
"Oh, really?" Santana said, turning to them. "Where's the third one? She pressing charges too?"
"No, she isn't. But the both of us are enough," Avery said.
"Don't you feel a little pathetic admitting to anyone that you lost three to one to a someone you cornered?" Santana said, letting go of my arm and taking another step towards them. I was actually a little impressed Avery stood her ground, because Tara wasn't that brave.
"Your word against ours," Avery said with a shrug. "And who's going to believe you?"
Santana smiled and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You just can't let this go, can you?" Santana said, flicking her head to the side. "Alright, richy bitch, lemme explain something to you."
She took another step forward, and Avery finally backed up.
"Did you know a lot of stores and restaurants have cameras at their entryways? Yeah, they do. Mm," Santana nodded and rose her hand as if she hadn't gotten to the best part yet. "And the thing is, I got a call from my boss this morning."
My eyes widened. I didn't know that. Why hadn't she text me immediately?
"See, he saw the tapes, and it's pretty damn clear that three girls were waiting outside of the bar looking pretty damn suspicious. Looked to him like they jumped one of his employees. Cornered her and pushed her back into the wall. No idea why they'd do that, but the employee reacted in self defense."
Avery had turned a ghostly pale, and both of them were frozen in place.
"I'll tell you two what," Santana smirked, twisting to look back at me. "You back off my girl Brittany, and Auntie Snix here won't press charges. But I so much as hear word that Brittany even frowns at the thought of you two bothering her again? I'll be on the bitch town express faster than you can say hip hop, laying a legal smack down on your asses."
Santana looked utterly triumphant by the defeated looks on Avery and Tara's faces.
"Yous can go now," Santana said, waving her fingers lightly at them. Avery looked back at Tara, but Tara quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Santana started laughing as they shuffled away.
"Shit, that was so perfect," Santana grinned, twisting to put her hand on my shoulder. "Did you see their faces? Holy shit, fuck yes."
I felt myself crack a grin. I was so relieved, and Santana's reaction was surprising. I hadn't ever seen her be so downright intimidating, and I had to admit the way she was laughing seemed like she enjoyed it too much. But I was so glad they backed off.
"Santana, why didn't you tell me your boss called? I was so worried," I said, lifting my hands to help her stand. She was still shaking with laughter. She shook her head, and it took her several attempts to speak.
"He didn't," she giggled.
"Santana!" I hissed. She pulled me around and wrapped her arm over my shoulder.
"Look, yeah, I bluffed, but we do have security cameras," Santana grinned. "Rory pulled the tapes last night. He texted me this morning. If shit goes down, I'm still in the clear. He looked it up; said he's pretty sure I could easily pull off a self defense claim if I wanted to."
"Tina said you started it," I said quietly.
"Maybe," Santana shrugged. "Whatever the case, it looks like self defense."
"It was, they had you cornered three to one," I said as she steered me down the sidewalk towards the parking garage.
"It was defense," Santana said. She glanced around before leaning in and pressing her lips to my cheek quickly. "Just not really for me."
"Santana, stop it," I mumbled. Santana was sitting behind me on my bed. She'd offered to braid my hair while I studied, but almost immediately after she started to brush her fingers through my hair, she'd bent down and started kissing my neck. I giggled the first time, but this was the third time I was warning her, and each time she started, it took longer to get her to stop.
"Brittany, let's just take a break, okay?" Santana said, lowering her lips again to my neck and sucking softly against my skin. I felt my shoulders sink as she ran her hands down my back. When I heard myself sigh, I snapped back up and rose my hand to bat her away.
"You've been taking a break for the past twenty minutes," I said. "I know what you want. And that's not going to help either of us. I'm seriously going to fail my exam tomorrow if I don't get this down."
"Britt-Britt," she whined, swooping her hands over my stomach and nuzzling her nose against the spot she'd just been kissing. "Please? I promise we'll get back to work after."
"You said that forty minutes ago," I said, twisting in her arms to let her see the disapproving look I was giving her.
"It felt like longer," Santana murmured, lowering her mouth to neck again. Forty minutes ago, she had managed to get me pinned to the bed. I would have seriously considered letting her tear my clothes off like she had eagerly attempted to, but I knew that once the clothes were gone, neither of us were going to care about school for the night.
"Santana," I said, raising my shoulder and shoving her off. She grunted disapprovingly. I shot my hand to the other end of the bed. "Finish your project."
She nipped at my hand as she crawled back to her computer. I swatted her nose and she wrinkled it as she sat back down.
"You're banished to that side of the bed," I growled.
"No..." she whined.
"Yes. No sweet lady kisses for you until your project is finished," I said, sifting through my notecards. I knew if I looked at her, she'd give me that puppy-dog pout, and I wouldn't be able to resist.
"What if I can't finish it tonight?" she grumbled.
"Too bad," I said, continuing to ignore her. I felt her inch towards me and I dropped my hands into my lap and glared at her. "I will get Lord Tubbington."
"No!" she hissed. She slinked back to her spot and nestled her laptop closer to her. I waited until she slapped her headphones over her ears before I went back to my flashcards. As much as I wanted to spend every moment I could with Santana, she was making it really hard for me to memorize the material for my Kinesiology exam.
I was so glad that Quinn asked us if we were hungry, because Santana finished her project in record time. I think the threat of not kissing her was more motivating than frightening. Quinn brought us a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, and Santana was nestled in my side as she nibbled on hers quietly.
"What more do you have to study?" Santana said, leaning forward a little to look at my notes.
"I have to memorize the origin and insertion points of these muscles," I said, pointing to a sheet of paper that had a list of words on them. "And I know what they are, I'm just having trouble remembering where those bones are on the body. We went over the skeleton at the beginning of the semester... We have to label them on the exam, so even if I know what they do, I'm screwed if I can't place them."
"What class is this? I thought you were a dance major," Santana scooted forward, looking over the list and then picking up the sheet of paper with the skeleton on it.
"Kinesiology. It's the study of human movement. I need to know it for health and awareness purposes. In case I pull a muscle or injure myself dancing, or overall to make sure I avoid doing so."
"So that's how you know so much first aid," Santana said before stuffing the rest of her sandwich in her mouth.
"Mm, that'll be on the exam too, but I'm fairly certain I'll ace that part,"I said, brushing my hand up through her hair.
"I'll quiz you," Santana said, smiling. She looked eager to help me, and even though I suspected her motivations for it, I was glad she offered.
"Okay," I twisted to face her. She held up one of my notecards and placed the other two sheets of paper in her lap.
"Hmm... The brachialis? Tell me about that," she said.
"It's a muscle," I said.
"Obviously," she nodded.
"Shut up," I giggled. "The origin is... the lower half of the humerus... and it inserts into the um... the coronoid process of the...ulna?"
"Yes," Santana nodded. "Which means? What does that muscle do?"
"...I can't remember," I shook my head. "It...does that have to do with the leg?"
"Cold," she shook her head.
"It's not a back muscle, is it?"
"How on earth did you memorize all of that and not remember where it is on the body?" Santana frowned.
"Because I forgot," I pouted. "I don't know. Just tell me."
"That's not how me quizzing you works," Santana shook her head. "Guess again."
"I don't know Santana...!" I whined. "Is it a face muscle?"
"Completely off," Santana shook her head. She extended her arm. "This is the humerus," she pointed to her upper arm and then dragged her finger down to her elbow. "It connects to the ulna, right? And it's responsible for.." She paused and picked up the note card. "'The fle-"
"Flexion of the elbow joint," I nodded. It was easy to remember when I could visualize where on the body it was located.
"Jesus, this is a lot of information," Santana said, sifting through my notecards. She looked at the clock on my headboard and sighed. "Alright, let's get through this."
We ran through all the note cards three times, and I still couldn't remember where the mandible was. I kept mistaking it for the femur, which I know, doesn't make any sense.
"I'm not going to get any of this right," I groaned, resting my forehead against my bent knees. Santana wiggled closer to me and wrapped her arm over my shoulder.
"You'll be okay," she cooed. "You remembered where the clavicle was this time." She wrapped her other hand around my stomach, pulling me back a little so she could nuzzle my neck. I sighed and tilted my head against hers as she bent lower and pressed her lips against my collarbone.
"That's because you keep kissing it," I mumbled.
"Then maybe I should kiss your mandible," she whispered as she lifted her head.
"That's weird, don't kiss my leg," I said, tucking my foot underneath me. She laughed and moved to press her lips against my jaw.
"This is your mandible, babe," she said quietly. I flushed. So far, the only nickname she had given me was 'Britt' or 'Britt-Britt.' I liked them both a lot, but her calling me 'babe' felt more like something she would only call me when we were alone. Her tongue brushed out and she moved towards my earlobe.
"Santana," I said. "C'mon, we need to concentrate."
"Brittany, we've been over this stuff a bunch of times," she said, pulling away and looking up at me. I twisted to face her better and she brushed my bangs out of my face. "You've been studying for hours. Your midterm is tomorrow. If you don't know it by now, forcing yourself to keep studying is only going to make you more stressed out."
"I know, I just... Santana, I'm going to fail this," I frowned, leaning forward and resting my forehead against hers. She let me rest there for a while, running her fingers up and down my back and the arm closest to her until she pulled away.
"Okay, you said you just have a different learning process than everyone, right? That you're more visual? Well, let's try a different technique. Just focusing on the skeleton." Santana started to pick up my books and my note cards and shuffle it all into one pile. I tilted my head as she cleared everything from the bed, including her laptop. It took me a minute to figure out what she was doing, and by the time I did, she was already crawling back towards me with a mischievous grin on her face.
"You just want to get your hands down my pants," I managed to accuse before she snatched my lips in hers and lifted her leg up over mine to sit in my lap.
"More like up your shirt," she whispered as her fingers scratched over my stomach, forcing my shirt up a little. She found the bottom of it and then tugged it up and over my shoulders. She tossed it over the edge of the bed and moved into me again, forcing me to lay back. "And your pants, but you know."
"This isn't studying," I said weakly.
"Sure it is," she said, lowering to the base of my neck and dragging across my collarbone to the tip of my shoulder. She paused there, running her tongue over that area until she found a little bump. She smiled and placed a gentle kiss on it.
"What bone is that?" she asked.
"Hmm?" I furrowed my brow. She ran her hand up my side and placed a finger on the bump again, pressing harder.
"That notch there, what is it?"
"Uh," I closed my eyes and tried to envision the skeleton in my head. It was part of the shoulder blade, wasn't it? It wrapped around from the back and connected to the collarbone - or the clavicle. The notch she was poking at had a specific name. It rested just under the clavicle.
"The um... acromion of the scapula?"
"Good," she said, kissing it again before moving down to my arm. "And this one?" She placed a kiss to my upper arm.
"The humerus," I smiled.
"Mm. And here?" She twisted my hand so that its palm was facing up and kissed the outside of my forearm.
"The ulna?"
She nipped the skin over my wrist with her teeth, causing me to cry out a little.
"Ow!" I tried to snap my arm away, but she held my hand firmly in hers, pinning it down to the bed.
"Wrong," she said, lowering to kiss it again.
"The radius, then," I said hastily. She licked the spot she bit and nodded. She moved to the inner part of my arm and kissed the other side.
"That's the ulna," I said, shuddering as she let her tongue run up the side of the bone all the way up to my elbow.
"Good girl," she smiled and moved up to kiss my lips.
"This isn't a bone," I mumbled against her.
"Mm, I know," she said. Her hands slid down over my stomach until they reached the top of my jeans. She smiled and pressed her lips harder against my mouth as she wiggled her fingers to unbutton them and then wiggled me out of of my pants. She lowered her kisses down to my jaw as her hands slide back up my sides and wrapped underneath my back.
"Here?" she said. I was distracted by her hands, because she lifted me just enough to undo the clasp of my bra.
"Hm?" I asked. She nipped at me again with her teeth.
"Th-the mandible," I stammered.
"Pay attention," she whispered before placing a gentle kiss back on my jaw. I nodded and gulped as she lowered down to the base of my neck. She kissed my collarbone again as she removed my bra completely. I felt cool air rush over my chest, but also heat rise in my face. I strained to look at her and she smirked. Her eyes were dark and devious.
"Clavicle," I answered before she bit me again. She hummed in response and lowered further, moving to the center of my body to press her lips against bony surface in the center of my chest.
"Manubrium," I uttered. I barely had a chance to finish saying it before she slid down and ran her tongue down between my breasts.
"S-scapula," I gasped. She sucked on the skin there for a moment as her hands lifted up to cup one of my boobs. She moved to the other with her lips, placing gentle kisses over it until she found her way to the nipple.
"Santana," I hissed as she lowered, dragging her tongue around in a circular motion around it. She was teasing me, and it was infuriating, because it didn't have anything to do with the bones in my body. She tightened her fingers against my other breast, eliciting a moan from my throat. It was frustrating! I wanted her to keep going, but I knew I should be scolding her for getting off track. She lowered her lips and sucked on the nipple, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making another noise.
"That's... that's n-not a bone, Santana," I grunted. She paused against me before slowly lifting her head with a cheeky grin on her face.
"I was wondering when you were going to say something," she said, raising her eyebrow. I exhaled sharply through my nose and frowned, avoiding eye contact with her. She laughed and lowered again to place a kiss on the bottom of my ribcage.
"The ribcage," I mumbled.
"What's this called?" she said, dragging her fingers down my breast and to the groove that ran from the bottom of the sternum to the bottom of my ribcage.
"Thoracic arch?"
"Mm," she nodded, dragging her tongue along the arch and kissing my side. "How many ribs are there?
"T-twelve."
"And how many are connected to the sternum?" She made her way back to the center of my stomach, sucking and licking just over my belly button. It was distracting. When I didn't answer, she bit me again.
"Ow, stop that," I hissed. "Ten, ten are. There are two floating ribs."
"Uh-huh," she said, dipping her tongue over my belly button and dragging down over my lower abdomen. She paused at each of the noticeable bumps that formed my abs, kissing and sucking at them. She had even dragged her fingers down to hold my waist so she could give them her full attention.
"Not a bone," I grunted again, wiggling my hips beneath her. She sat up, slurping her tongue back into her mouth and grinning at me. She moved even lower, and my eyes widened when I thought she was going to pause over my underwear, but she kept moving lower. She kissed my ankle on the interior of my leg, forcing the medial malleolus from my lips. She moved up, and kept kissing, only biting me when I mixed up the fibula and the tibia.
"Here?" she asked, kissing my thigh. I started to fidget again, mostly because of the direction she was moving. I sat up a little to look down at her.
"The mandible," I grinned. She sank her teeth into my skin and I cried out. "The femur! I was joking!"
"Mm-hm," she said, running her tongue soothingly over where she had pressed her teeth into me. I sighed and fell back a little. She kissed upwards, slowly and teasingly, and just when I thought she was going to move in to kiss my center, she pressed her lips upwards and moved to my hip. I surprised myself by letting out a grunt of frustration.
"We're studying, Brittany," she scolded playfully.
"You're awful," I groaned. She lowered her lips back to the top of my hip bone.
"Pelvis," I said.
"More specific," she said, threateningly scrapping her teeth over the ridge of my hip.
"...the um... the, wait don't bite me," I said, lifting my hand to her head and stopping her before she sank her teeth in again. She nuzzled my hand and then bit it instead. "Ouch! Stop, it's the iliac crest!"
"Mm," she nodded, lowering down. She stopped at a notch that poked out a little, licking it and kissing it. She wasn't going to let me get away with just knowing that it was the pelvis. That notch had a name, and a few muscles connected to it.
"The a-anterior ...superior..."
"You can abbreviate it," she said, kissing over it again.
"The ASIS," I groaned as she dug her hands beneath me. She moved her lips back to my stomach, just above my underwear, and kissed at my abs again. Her hands were what were distracting though. She ran then up and down over the little divots in the small of my back. I kept thinking she was going to go lower and tighten her fingers around my butt.
"There?"
"What?"
"The bone, here," she said, dragging her fingers a little lower. I flushed.
"The sacrum," I said.
"Yeah," she said, kissing down again once more before sliding up to my face. Her fingers dragged out from beneath me and she pressed her lips against mine. "I don't really remember anything else."
"I think that was more than I remembered," I said, leaning forward. I didn't want her to stop. I lifted my hands and pulled her down into me instead of saying it. She chuckled, but it only enabled me to push my tongue past her lips. She hummed, adjusting her arms so that she wasn't putting all her weight on me. I wouldn't have minded otherwise, but then she started to let her hand slid down my stomach and pause at the top of my underwear.
"Don't stop," I moaned. She grinned again, pulling away from me slightly.
"I thought we needed to concentrate. That's not a bone," she winked.
"Shut up," I said. "We can take a break," I muttered before crashing my lips against hers. I tightened my hold against her neck, and she winced a little. I forgot she was still hurting, but instead of apologizing, I moved my kisses to her cheek. I was gentle and she nuzzled her nose against mine.
"I guess a little break won't hurt," she said softly, lowering to press into me again. Her hand slipped under my underwear and I felt my body tightened in anticipation. She slipped her fingers over the soft mound of skin there and held them and slid them over the center a few times. I shuddered when she came close to the sensitive knot at the top of the slit, but she suddenly stopped moving her fingers completely.
"What?" I asked, breaking from her lips to look at her. I was afraid she'd frozen up again, but she was wearing a devilish grin.
"What are they called again?"
"What?"
She wiggled her fingers against me, making a breath escape my lips.
"These. My fingers," she said, leaning in to peck my lips. I grunted with frustration.
"We're taking a break," I complained.
"Too bad, I guess you don't want it enough," she said, starting to slide her hand back out of my underwear.
"Phalanges," I said, my hands dropping to grip her wrist and hold it still. "Keep going," I whimpered. She laughed and brought her lips to mine again as she dipped her hand down again. She teased her fingers against me in a slow circular motion, and I pulled on her neck again to force my tongue deeper in her mouth. She was being mean. I just wanted her to touch me as much as she could. I bucked my hips against her hand and she drew away from my mouth a bit.
"Can I?" she asked in a breathy gasp. I nodded and brought our lips together again. She let my tongue back in her mouth as she slowly dipped a finger between my folds. I moaned, a little loudly, as she pushed it all the way in. She wiggled it for a second, exploring the new space. I knew she only had the support of her one arm holding her up, and it was her hurt arm at that, but I couldn't help pulling up into her and thrusting my hips in the same movement. Her arm wobbled next to us and she lowered, pressing her clothed chest against my bare one. I grunted and continued to rock my hips against her hand, hoping she would get what I wanted without me having to tell her. Slowly, but surely, she pulled her finger out a little before pressing it back in.
"Santana," I groaned. She pulled away from my mouth and moved to my neck. I started kissing down her jaw as well, lifting my hand to brush her hair away so I could suck on the crook of her neck. She slowly and cautiously let a second finger slid into me, and I moaned contently against her skin.
"You okay?" she whispered, wrapping her arm around my back and lifting me up a little. I nodded and pushed my hips forward again. She held me close and kept moving her fingers, in and out. With all the build up and teasing she had done to me, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. She had me all wound up. I started to move my hips faster against her, and I realized she was rocking with me as she laid me back down on the mattress. It didn't take very long for the pleasure to build up from the friction of her fingers.
"Ah! S-Santana!" I cried out, biting into the crook of her neck. Her chest tightened against mine as I dug my nails down through her shirt into her back and clamped my jaw down. I didn't know if she liked biting or not. She liked biting me, but that had been mostly playful. I think I had bit down too hard, but I didn't care. The rest of my body was writhing with satisfaction at her forcing me to climax. I let my jaw loosen so that I could kiss the spot I bit. She let her weight fall down on me and slipped her hand out of my underwear, cooing my name gently in my ear.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked, kissing over the bite marks I left in her skin. I felt bad. She was already beat up enough as it was, I didn't need to go vice-gripping her with my teeth.
"Of course not," she mumbled, sitting up a little and lifting her hand to push a long strand of hair out of my face. I felt sweaty, but she didn't seem to mind. She leaned down and kissed my forehead and traced down my nose and to my lips. "It was hot."
"You're so good," I mumbled. I knew she'd never done anything like this before, but sex with Santana was the best kind of sex. She was careful and considerate, but I also felt like it wasn't just sex for us. I'd never thought it could be more than that. I think it was so good because I cared so much about her.
"Thanks," she whispered sheepishly.
"I'm serious," I said reassuringly. "I feel so good when I'm with you." I kissed her neck again and started to trail my fingers under her shirt.
"Hey, no, its okay," she muttered. "We should..." She trailed off when I pressed my hands against her chest, over her bra. "Should...get...back to...studying."
"You can't tell me you're not turned on right now," I muttered against her throat. I felt her gulp and I smiled. "Why don't you quiz me?" I wiggled my legs beneath her, wrapping one hand around her back as I lifted the other up under her shirt to her shoulder and easily flipped her onto her back. I started to attack her neck again and she groaned.
"God, Brittany," she muttered. She had lifted her hand to her forehead and her other hand was scratching my bare side soothingly. "I can't even remember anything."
"But it's your turn," I said, nipping at her neck. She tensed and grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," she smiled. I helped her sit up and I lifted her shirt over her head. She looked a little embarrassed when I stared down at her bra immediately. I eagerly wrapped my fingers around her back and unclasped her bra. She let out a short gasp of protest, but the bra fell away to reveal her exposed breasts. They were soft and round looking, and just perfect.
"So these are the twins," I said, lowering to kiss the top of one, and she shuddered.
"Brittany..." she sounded shy and timid again. I giggled and lifted my head to kiss her lips.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," I said reassuringly. "Although yours are very nice."
"Yeah?" she pressed into me.
"Mm," I said, licking her lips. She fell back into the pillow and let me slide my tongue into her mouth. I think we forgot about her needing to quiz me, because I stayed and made out with her for a while. It wasn't until she twisted and let me run my tongue over her neck that she said anything at all.
"Where's the... s-sternum?" she asked. She sounded so quiet and small, I barely heard her. But I moved down to her chest and ran my tongue over the ridge between her breasts.
"And th-the thoracic arch?" she groaned. I lowered, sucking and kissing every inch of skin between her sternum and the arch were her ribs ended. I felt her shudder beneath me as my fingers fumbled with her pants.
"Brittany..." she hissed.
"Not a bone," I mumbled, going lower. My tongue was sliding down her stomach, and I paused to kiss her belly button. She was soft and her skin was really smooth. She didn't have abs like I did, but instead her stomach was pretty flat. I let my tongue glide over her skin as I zigzagged down lower. I managed to unzip her pants and I was tugging them down when I felt her hands on my head. She ran her fingers through my hair and I looked up to see her panting.
"Britt," she huffed. I tugged her pants down further and wiggled them off her feet. She kicked to help me, and then I returned my lips down to her stomach. I started to kiss lower, finding the space where her thigh started and began kissing upward. I ran my fingers back up her sides and started to pick at the elastic of her underwear when she let out a strangled cry.
"M-mandíbula," she said. "Britt, the mandible."
I slurped my tongue back in my mouth and looked up at her. Her brow was furrowed, and her chest was heaving up and down erratically. I crawled back up and found her jaw with my lips, pressing my chest into hers. I was careful to be soft and gentle. I even remembered to put my weight on her one side, so I didn't lay on her bruised side.
"I d-don't wanna do that," she said, twisting her head further to the side. I think she was trying to avoid looking at me directly, but that only made me want her to look at me more. I moved closer to her, lifting my hands up to hers and tangling our fingers. I nuzzled my nose lightly against her cheek. It was bruised, but she wasn't give me a lot else to snuggle against. She slowly looked up at me and I smiled.
"Okay," I nodded. "No sweet lady kisses down there," I promised.
"J-just not yet," she shook her head, averting her eyes. "I'm not ready for that."
"Okay. When you're ready," I said. "I'm happy doing whatever you want me to."
"K-kiss me," she mumbled. I complied, and brought our lips together. I had forgotten how scary this could be because she was so confident earlier. Initiating everything and exchanging all those smirks and looks with me. She definitely had confidence in bed. I think she just wasn't used to all the changes with our anatomy. I was excited to explore those differences. I think she was too, just not as eager. And with a lot more trepidation.
"Santana, what are you scared of?" I mumbled.
"No lo sé," she muttered back. "W-what if you don't like it?"
"I like everything about you." I kissed her again.
"I just want to wait on that," she sighed.
"I'm not pressuring you," I said, drawing back. "I just want you to feel like you can tell me if something is wrong."
"I know," she said. She let her fingers slip out of mine and she hugged me tightly. "I'm good. Nothing is wrong, I just need things to go slowly."
"Okay," I lowered and kissed her neck.
"But...you can still do what I did to you," she said sheepishly.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, letting my lips dip down into the crook of her neck. I kept going down, placing gentle kisses up and down, waiting for her breathing to calm a little. She moved her head, but I waited, because I wasn't sure if she was a yes or a no.
"Yes, I do," she said.
"Mm," I hummed. I let my fingers wander down and slipped them under her underwear. She gasped, probably because I didn't tease her like she had me. I let my other hand raise to cup her breast. I started massaging it tenderly as I moved my head further to kiss over her collarbone and down to her other breast. My fingers slide up and down her folds, waiting for her reaction before doing anything else. When she bucked her hips forward, I smiled against her skin and pushed a finger inside of her. She moaned. I let my finger slide in and out, slow and steady so that I could read her reaction. I didn't know how fast she wanted me to go or what else she wanted me to do.
"Brittany," she groaned as I let my tongue skate over her nipple. She liked that. Her back arched to press her chest higher up. I let my tongue twirl over it again before snatching it in my mouth and sucking down on it. My other hand played with her other breast, tweaking gently at the nipple until she let out another sound of gratitude. I continued to work my finger in and out of her, drawing on how she had made me feel to try to make her feel just as good. She was wet and my finger kept slipping around. I wasn't sure how she had managed to keep such a steady rhythm with me.
"Is two okay?" I asked, raising from her breast a little. She nodded quickly, burying her face into her arm. I let another finger slip inside of her and I felt her tighten around it. She was panting again, audibly, and I had a hard time keeping my lips pressed to her breast with her chest heaving up and down. I wiggled up and nudged her with my nose. She looked up at me and I smiled. I bent down and kissed her again and she pulled her hand up to grip my neck. I pressed my fingers into her again, and she moaned in my mouth.
"Britt," she gasped, breaking from my lips and holding her forehead against mine. I could see she was fighting clenching her eyes closed. I moved my hand up from her breast and wrapped it around her shoulder. Her hand drew away from my neck and she reached around blindly for it while she kept her eyes locked with mine. When she found my hand, she tangled her fingers around the back of it and pulled them up to her shoulder. She rocked against me, letting out tiny, sharp gasps with every undulation of her body.
"Santana," I said sweetly, just barely above a whisper. Seeing her squirm like this would make me worried if I didn't know she was reacting out of pleasure. She felt hot beneath me, and her breath was moist and warm against my lips. If I hadn't thought she needed all the air she could get, I would have kissed her again.
"God, Brittany," she huffed. She kept rocking her hips against my hand. I could feel she was close, because she kept uttering 'Britt' every other gasp, and her grip on my hand was getting tighter. I kept her foreheads pressed together because I couldn't kiss her, and finally she clenched her eyes closed as she let out a high-pitched cry. I started to pull my fingers back, but her free hand wiggled around and gripped my wrist to hold me still. I froze completely as she shuddered beneath me.
"Britt-Britt," she gasped, her fingers loosening around my wrist and other hand. Her body relaxed and she rose both her hands to cup my cheeks and pull me in for a long kiss.
"Oh, joder, Brittany," she mumbled, letting go of my face. Her head rolled back onto the mattress and I sat up a little. I was grinning from ear to ear at her reaction. I let my hand slip out of her underwear and I wiped my hand against my thigh as I laid down next to her. She twisted and cuddled into me, wrapping her legs in mine.
I sighed contently and let my head rest against hers. I think after all that, we were both really tired.
"I swear, are all dancers that good in bed, or are you just a fucking genius?" Santana exhaled into my neck.
"I don't know if I'm a genius," I grinned. I had been just as, if not more, unsure of what I was doing, but Santana liked it. So I guess I did something right.
"No, you are," she murmured. "So fucking good."
"You are too," I said, kissing her forehead.
"Mmm," she hummed sleepily. "Sorry I didn't really quiz you."
"It's okay," I shrugged. "I learned a lot today."
A/N: Here's a song for you today! Naked ft. Enrique Iglesias by DEV - watch?v=wFz1F438490
And there we have, three for three. This chapter had hardly any plot development. :D ...
Also, my bad for all the technical terminology. I'm a 3D modeling animation major, and we focus a lot on human anatomy. :D The more you know...!