Warning: Sexy Times.
Also, there is a scene in here that I'd like to thank FEFE21 for as it was your wonderful suggestion sooo very long ago. I hope you like what I did with it!
JULY
Day 15
"Britt! Stop it!" Santana giggles as her girlfriend's long slender fingers tickle up and down her sides relentlessly. They're cuddled up together on top of Brittany's bed. It's Friday morning and Santana has come to pick her girlfriend up for their expected trip to L.I.F.A.A.
It all started out innocently.
Santana showed up, much to Tanner's delight, who hadn't seen his favorite Latina in what felt like ages, and Brittany whisked Santana into her arms where they proceeded to fall together onto her bed as they waited for Mrs. Pierce to cook breakfast.
Of course, innocence with Brittany never seems to last very long. Though they aren't doing anything too inappropriate, their wandering hands are still secretly covered by Brittany's duvet, just in case. Which is why Brittany can dip her hands under Santana's top and run them along the girl's ribs and side as much as she pleases, which coincidentally is a lot.
Santana sighs melting under Brittany's touch and general presence. She stares up into sparkling blue eyes, her hands rest on the Brittany's hips and her thumbs trace small circles on the skin exposed slightly by her tank riding up. Brittany smiles down at Santana before settling herself fully and comfortably on top of her.
"I can't help it, you're adorable when you squirm. And your laugh is heavenly." She admits into the warm flesh of Santana's chest that is not covered by her shirt-essentially Brittany's face rests comfortably on Santana's voluptuous breasts. She smiles because this is the life.
"You are such an adorable dork." Santana murmurs back as her hands stroke through blonde hair.
"You are both unbelievably sickeningly sweet. Please, don't ruin my breakfast." Jordan suddenly calls from the kitchen and Brittany rolls her eyes at her sister's constant state of apparent unhappiness.
"Bri, Tan!" Tanner suddenly exclaims before they see him flying through the air. Both girl's watch as he lands on Brittany's bed next to them rolling his small body to face them, his blue eyes sparkling much like Brittany's do.
"What are you doing?" He asks with a most curious expression on his face. Santana smiles, she can't help it around the adorable blonde haired and blue-eyed Pierces', there's just something about them.
"Nun-ya." Brittany replies to her little brother. She feels like she might be acting moderately selfish, but she really enjoys her cuddle time with her sexy amazing girlfriend. Santana chuckles at Brittany's reaction, recognizing the signs of her girl getting slightly possessive. She gently taps Brittany on the shoulder.
"Be nice." She mumbles realizing the irony of her, Santana 'Bitch' Lopez having to tell Brittany that. Brittany looks sheepish and drops her head in a pout. Santana is quick to kiss it away.
"Eww, yous are kissing!" Tanner exclaims and contorts his face in childlike 'disgust'. As any child does when they see two adults kissing. Santana giggles and waggles her eyebrows at Brittany. Her girlfriend immediately deciphers Santana's meaning.
In an instant, Brittany rolls off Santana and towards her brother effectively bracketing Tanner between them. They both then quickly make kissy faces and noises and start peppering his little face with sloppy pecks.
"Ahh nooo! Jor! Mom! HELP!" Tanner yells as he squirms around between his two favorite girls. He's going to act like he doesn't enjoy all this attention. Brittany and Santana giggle at him and finally allow him to scramble from their hold and roll off the bed. He dashes into the kitchen before they can even call after him.
Santana laughs cutely tossing her head back slightly and letting her dimples pop. Brittany turns to observe her beautifulness and sighs.
God, the things this girl does to her.
Turning her own head to look upon her gorgeous girlfriend, Santana finds Brittany smiling up at her from her place of rest, head down on the pillow, hair sprawled over the crisp white pillowcase, shrouding her head with a golden like a halo. Santana smiles and leans down to peck Brittany's lips.
"Wanna get some breakfast baby?" She asks and Brittany nods, her whole body moving in slow motion so that she can enjoy this moment for as long as possible. Santana nods back to her and then rolls herself out of Brittany's bed. She's in her short cotton shorts and tank top, thankfully, and she only has to adjust the tank a little to cover any exposed below the waist skin.
Brittany pouts slightly when Santana's smooth caramel stomach disappears beneath the cotton material. It feels like it's been forever since she's gotten to fully enjoy the entirety of Santana's body. No sexy times in a good almost two weeks.
She's not being impatient, really she's not, it's just when Santana is your girlfriend-two weeks without seeing her sexy body and feeling her soft skin against her own naked body is like a freaking lifetime. A lifetime in a torturous, sexless prison.
It doesn't take long for Brittany's heart to start pounding against her ribcage as thoughts of Santana moaning and writhing beneath her fill her mind. Shit, she's got serious chills running up and down her spine and a throbbing sensation between her legs. She turns her focus away from Santana and buries her face in her pillow. She's going to need a minute.
She feels the dip in her mattress as Santana kneels back down beside her on the bed. A soothing hand runs up the material of Brittany's shirt that covers the length of her back. She feels a warmth and a weight press into her side and a cool breath breeze over the back of her neck.
Santana places a kiss to the exposed milky white skin of Brittany's neck and nuzzles her nose into the girl's hair.
"You okay Britt?" She asks sweetly and Brittany nods into her pillow. She will be okay. They lay there for a few more seconds until Brittany has calmed down a little and her mom calls her to the kitchen for breakfast.
As Santana rolls out of the bed this time, she takes Brittany's hand and helps her up. She leans up on her tippy-toes to place a sweet kiss to the tip of her girl's nose. Brittany smiles gratefully and squeezes Santana's hand.
They enjoy a partially quiet breakfast with the remainder of the Pierce house before they head off to L.I.F.A.A for their usually Friday duties.
"And that's just kind of how I'm feeling. I know it's a lot to take in and all but what do you think Lucky? Do you still love me girl?" Brittany asks her closest furry companion, besides (obviously) Lord Tubbington. The dog rests with her eyes closed, passed out in the blonde's lap. Brittany is currently waiting on Santana's return to Lucky's private suite from when she got called away by Shelby for some 'particular' task.
It's rare for Brittany and Santana to not be somewhere, everywhere, in the complex together if both of them are volunteering on the given day. Brittany's not sure if she likes it, but at the same time, it's given her the opportunity to discuss a few things with her favorite, and exceptionally good listening, dog.
Lucky takes a deep doggy breath and releases it. Brittany takes that as a sign that the dog still loves her despite the things she just divulged to her. To give you a hint: it was about Santana and their relationship and what not. Nothing bad, definitely not bad, but Brittany needed to tell someone, even if it's just a dog, about it before her thoughts started bursting out of her body.
She sighs, feeling as though a great weight has been lifted off her chest. She ruffles the fur on top of Lucky's head and strokes her fingers through the dog's grey and white fur. It's plush and soft.
"Are you talking to the dog or am I missing something?"
Brittany's head jerks up at the sudden sound of Santana's voice. Her eyes go wide as she spots her girlfriend leaning against the doorframe to Lucky's suite. She's looking sexy as usual, all pseudo badass with her arms folded across her chest, a coy smirk covering her face. Brittany swallows and curses herself. How long has Santana been there? Did she hear anything Brittany said?
Brittany throws a pointed glare at the dog in her lap for her betrayal.
"Some watch dog you are." She mumbles to the still passed out Lucky, apparently the dog couldn't be bothered to warn her that Santana had returned. Brittany looks back up at Santana who is still patiently awaiting an answer, although now she has one eyebrow cocked and an even more curious look on her face.
"Umm how long have you been there?" Brittany asks sheepishly and Santana's eyes narrow. Even if she just literally returned to the suite about twenty seconds ago and didn't hear really anything Brittany was saying, she's even more suspicious that Brittany was talking to the dog about something important.
If the blush that is rapidly covering Brittany's face were any indication, Santana would suspect that whatever she was talking about to Lucky was something clearly just for her and the dog's ears.
"I just got back babe, I saw you're lips moving like you were talking to someone." Santana responds as she steps into the suite further and then crouches down to sit on the ground next to Brittany. Santana hears her release a ragged breath.
"Oh yeah, we were just discussing what to get you for your birthday." Brittany says nonchalantly as a bubbly smile covers her face.
"Oh? But Britt you don't have to get me anything, I just want you. Besides, your birthday's coming up before mine." Santana tries to reason and it makes Brittany sweat a little. She's never been good at the whole little white lie thing.
"Well I want you too, but I still gotta get my girlfriend something and Lucky's really good at picking out gifts." She blurts out and then clamps her mouth closed because she feels like she's saying too much.
Brittany quickly realizes that Santana might not be buying any of her shit, regardless of the fact that Brittany had briefly inquired on Lucky's opinion for a birthday gift for her girl. She panics a little and does the only thing she can think of to distract Santana; stretches out and connects their lips.
It seems to work, as Santana is quickly melting into the kiss. Her hand comes up to cup Brittany's cheek as she dips her head slightly to deepen the kiss. Brittany sighs into her mouth and pushes in harder.
The only thing that shifts them from their bliss is Lucky apparently getting annoyed with their displays of affection because the dog suddenly stands up and the purposefully walks over Santana's lap and, to put it plainly, Lucky is not the lightest of dogs.
Santana grunts as Lucky steps on her thigh and pushes off, effectively causing her to break her lips from Brittany's.
"Rude."
Brittany giggles.
"She's just jealous."
Santana's brow creases in wonder.
"Of what? She's like the most popular dog here. She's at the top of the doggie pyramid." She says as she turns her eyes on Lucky who is now sitting next to the suite door with an expectant look on her face.
Brittany chuckles at Santana's words and coaxes tan features and a dark brown gaze back to her own smiling softly at her.
"Yeah but she knows I spend more time with you outside of the complex. Besides, she's jealous I enjoy making out with my girlfriend more than I do petting her, she's never really had to compete for my attention." Brittany whispers that last part as to not offend the dog's ears. Santana giggles softly and playfully rolls her eyes.
"She better learn to get over it, because it's definitely not changing anytime soon. I for one greatly enjoy making out with my gorgeous girlfriend. Jealous dog be damned." Santana says and leans back in to continue where she left off just a few moments ago.
"San be nice, dogs have feelings to." Brittany mumbles against her lips and it causes Santana to stop. She sighs, turns to Lucky and offers the dog a less than enthusiastic apology before turning back and looking at Brittany in question.
Brittany is beaming. She nods and leans in to peck Santana's lips, pulling back too soon and leaving the girl whining in impatience.
"Britttt." Santana murmurs as she pouts. She watches Brittany stand to her feet and then reach her hands down. Santana huffs but takes her girlfriend's hands.
"Come on sexy, let's go out and enjoy the sun." Brittany says as she helps Santana to her feet and kisses her cheek. She pats Santana on her ass before skipping to the door and walking out with a leashed Lucky.
"But I was enjoying it in here." Santana mumbles to herself before sighing in defeat and following her girlfriend, and her girlfriend's dog (for all intents and purposes) towards the exit. She's hoping beyond hope that this enjoyment of the sun might turn into something a little more sexy.
Santana can't remember the last time it was this hot in Lima during the end of July. Usually the weather gets pretty warm more so in the month of August, but it's like a freaking heat storm right now and she'd be likely to die of heat stroke if she wasn't being so diligent in her exhaustion prevention.
It's probably also a bonus that she has the minimal amount of clothes on allowed in such a public setting. That is to say, Santana, like Brittany, is wearing her very shortest cut offs, smallest and lightest tank top with her bikini top underneath, and flip-flops. That is all, and when Santana says it she means it. She's not wearing any other type of garment on her person, at all.
She tries to be subtle about this when telling Brittany. Subtle and sexy and it works out fine at first until Brittany leans into her ear and whispers that she's not even wearing a bikini top. How Santana didn't notice that from the beginning she will probably never know, but she definitely notices it now.
In fact, it's pretty much all she notices now, as evidenced by the way she can't take her eyes off Brittany's chest the whole time they are walking on the trail. But come on, there are thoughts, important thoughts, going on in her head right now.
Brittany giggles when she glances to the side and sees where her girlfriend's eyes are yet again.
"You're staring again." Brittany sing songs and Santana's eyes snap up to blue. A faint tinge of pink covers her cheeks, and it's not because of the heat. She swallows and tries to act nonchalant about it. Reaching down to pet the scruff of Lucky's head, she shrugs a little.
"Yeah, thought I saw a bug on you or something. Just looking out for you babe."
Brittany rolls her eyes. Santana's good at a lot of things, lying to her is not one of them.
"Right," Brittany starts to say and then shifts closer to Santana as they come to a stop to let Lucky sniff some of the bushes on the trail. Brittany wraps her left hand, the one with Lucky's leash in it, around Santana's back and she leans her front into the other girl's side, placing her right hand on Santana's far hip.
This position effectively presses Brittany's very soft breasts into the side of Santana's arm and causes her to suck in a sharp breath at the feeling. Of course the friction of Brittany shifting back and forth a little against her girlfriend to keep Lucky from getting tangled up hardens her nipples, which again are easily felt by Santana.
"So what you're saying is that this, me without a bra on, doesn't really do anything for you?" Brittany leans in to husk into Santana's ear causing her to whimper a little and her eyes to flutter closed.
"I didn't say that." Santana replies almost breathless. Her heart is in overdrive and her stomach is doing somersaults. It's sweet blissful torture.
"No?" Brittany asks innocently as she lets her warm breath coat Santana's neck and shoulders, the perspiration sending shivers up and down the Latina's spine. She mutely shakes her head, incapable of words at the moment.
"So it does do something for you?"
Santana nods desperately, her eyes are still closed. Brittany shifts to her side slightly so that she's more in front of Santana, her right hand slipping up Santana's tank and touching warmed skin. A shiver runs through Santana's body again and she swallows thickly.
"And would you like to do something about that?" Brittany then asks and Santana nods again, this time slower as if everything that's happening is becoming too much. Brittany steps in closer to ghost her lips across Santana's jaw, her hand inching higher.
Santana releases a strangled moan as Brittany's finger tips brush the underside of her breast.
"Yes." She says in a still breathless tone, she'd be on her knees begging if Brittany wasn't touching her so perfectly right now. She doesn't want to lose that feeling.
"What do you want me to do?" Brittany's words are followed by the movement of her right hand, which drops to the button on Santana's shorts. She swiftly pops it open.
Brittany leans in and presses her lips against Santana's and is eagerly greeted with a wet tongue stoking across her bottom lip. Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and leans up on her tiptoes to press further into the kiss.
They kiss heatedly for a few seconds, just lips brushing against lips, and when Santana pulls back and rests her forehead against Brittany's her words come out in a sexy rasp.
"Anything you want."
It's all Brittany needs to be spurred on and she leans back in to capture Santana's mouth in hers as her hand runs along the waistband of the other girl's shorts one more time. Brittany's about to dip her hand under the material of the shorts where she's sure to meet hot flesh uncovered by panties when Lucky let's out a bark and startles both girls out of their haze.
Brittany stumbles backwards in her shock, and with Santana still connected to her, having her arms wrapped around her neck, they almost fall over but Santana is quick to prevent it by leaning backwards and holding onto Brittany. They turn to look at the dog and notice that Lucky is staring at them.
"Are you kidding me? She barked at us?" Santana inquires incredulously, her nose scrunching up in distaste.
"I told you she was jealous." Brittany replies with a light chuckle. Santana huffs and glares down at the dog.
"I think it's time someone had a nice little cold bath." She says in her very best angry mama voice. Brittany fights back a laugh, knowing it won't help the situation anymore. Besides, she enjoys watching Santana scold Lucky like she is. It's so cute and not at all intimidating.
Brittany finally gets Lucky's leash untangled and Santana buttons her shorts back up with another huff. There's still a faint blush on her cheeks, and Brittany suspects it has less to do with embarrassment and more to do with the fact she can tell Santana is still turned on. She reaches out and takes a hold of a tan hand, squeezing it gently.
Santana looks her way and smiles gratefully, but still a little forlorn. She looks back down at Lucky who walks on the far side of Brittany now.
"I was so serious about that cold bath dog." She grumbles and Brittany chuckles again. She leans in to place a peck on Santana's cheek.
"You sure the cold bath's just for the dog?"
Santana doesn't reply, but her cheeks do burn a little redder.
"Brittany I know that dog means a lot to you, but she's seriously getting on my last nerve." Santana calls out to her girlfriend from across the way.
They are both currently outside of the garage where the old and dirty dog and cat crates are stacked four or five high and three deep. Santana feels like there are a million of them, or there were before she and Brittany started cleaning them, as they have been for the past hour. So now there's only like a hundred thousand, give or take a couple thousand (or more).
Santana is not being unreasonable when it comes to complaining about the dog, because well, it's more or less Lucky's fault they are stuck doing these crates outside in the blazing heat instead of doing some job that is far less smoldering and dirty.
She had only good intentions; really she did, when Santana brought Lucky over to the bathing area, next to the crate area. You see, she was going to give Lucky a bath. She swears it was just to cool the dog down.
Well, one thing lead to another and pretty soon she and Brittany were in the midst of a pretty significant water fight between each other. And maybe they were only intending to hit each other with the water but they might have accidently also hit Shelby as she passed by them on her way back to the main building.
Of course, this didn't go well and for their 'utter lack of responsibility and sensible maturity' Shelby told Santana and Brittany that for the rest of their shift, two hours, they should have a fine time cleaning all of the crates since they so obvious were enjoying being out in the sun and using the hose.
And okay so maybe that isn't entirely Lucky's fault, but Santana needs to blame somebody.
"Aww come on San it's not that bad." Brittany calls back to her girl while wearing her cheese-eating grin. Santana rolls her eyes, and she knows Brittany can see her.
"Tell me one thing about this that's good?"
Brittany seems to take a moment to actually do critical consideration.
"Well for starters, we get to be outside in the sun."
Brittany can hear Santana's scoff from her position ten yards away.
"But it's freaking hot out, and this is so not how I envisioned spending my time out in the sun." Santana calls back.
"But that's why we have light clothes on," Brittany starts to say and then glances over to check if Santana is looking her way, she's not.
"Besides, it makes doing this easier and much more fun." Brittany then says before she aims her nozzle at Santana and pulls the trigger. In an instant, Santana is standing there stunned and almost completely drenched from head to toe in water.
"Oh my god Brittany, you did so not just do that!" Santana exclaims and is met with another wave of water yet again. This time she shrieks as it hits her and she skips backwards away from the stream of water flow.
It takes Santana about two seconds to pick up her own hose and aim it at Brittany successfully getting her back. Brittany squeaks as the water hits her dead on in the face and drips down the rest of her body and Santana just laughs manically at her in return.
"Oh it is on!"
Santana's laughter stops abruptly and morphs into a fearful squeal as she sees Brittany advancing towards her and brandishing the water hose and nozzle in front of her like a weapon. Santana tries to dodge the spray of water, but she doesn't really have anywhere to go, so she does the only thing available to her and starts blindly spraying Brittany back.
Girlish shouts and shrieks fill the area outside of the garage, and if anyone else were in hearing distance they'd be witness to a pretty spectacular sight.
Santana, crafty as she is, has managed to garner a garbage lid (that was most recently cleaned and sanitized) and is successfully using it as a shield to block Brittany's intended blasts of water before she retaliates with her own. It is obvious that the shield has slightly given Santana the upper hand.
"Say you're sorry!" Santana calls over her shield to Brittany who is still attempting to get closer to her to spray her.
"Never! I will be triumphant!" Brittany shouts back and then her flow of spraying water suddenly stops. Santana waits a second before peering around her shield and checking on Brittany. It appears she is having some trouble with her nozzle.
"Something the matter baby?" Santana calls out smugly as she takes a few steps towards Brittany.
"I think my nozzle's broken, it won't spray anymore." Brittany tells her without looking her way. Santana immediately drops her shield and walks towards Brittany.
"So I guess that means I win." She says when she reaches Brittany and wears a cocky grin on her face. She is soaked with water from head to foot, she can already feel her hair curling and frizzing with the mixture of humidity and heat, and she's feeling rather bare under her shorts. But, she's the winner so that feels pretty good.
It is when Santana finally reaches Brittany's side that she realizes that her girlfriend has not replied to her. Glancing up she also realizes she has made a terrible mistake. In front of her stands Brittany, a coy smile on her face and water hose raised and aimed at Santana.
"Or it means I'm really good at tactical strategies and I've got you just where I want you. So tell me San, do you surrender?" Brittany says and Santana gulps. She'd never have enough time to raise her shield before Brittany drenched her, and she doesn't have a quick enough trigger hand to raise her own hose.
Still, she's not just one to back down and give up.
"You're gonna have to catch me if you want to be victor." Santana says and barely lets loose of her hose before Brittany is wrapping her arms around her and tackling her to the ground. Thankfully, Brittany had enough foresight to break the fall for both of them and she ends up setting Santana down on her back and propping herself up above her on her arms.
"That can be arranged. Mission complete I'd say." Brittany says as she looks down at Santana and then unexpectedly sprays the hose between them. Her plan kind of backfires and she soaks them both but they sputter through the water and end up falling into a laughing fit together.
When Brittany raises her head from Santana's shoulder, still giggling slightly, and looks down into bright brown eyes, glazed with a haze Brittany can only describe as joy and a hint of affection.
Brittany smiles and Santana's heart nearly stops. Above her is the most wondrous sight in the world.
The girl above her is mess of carefree smiles and playful innocence. Her hair appears almost the color of sunflower seeds with just a touch of blonde due to the dampness of it. Santana takes a moment to admire the rest of the Brittany's splendor as she watches beads of water trail down her neck, shoulders arms and chest and then her eyes focus in on the pink nipples that are visible through Brittany's soaked white tank top.
Santana takes in a shaky breath and her eyes wander back up to Brittany's, immediately turning two shades darker. Brittany gulps at the look the Santana now fits on her, but can't deny she's feeling the same as she looks over Santana's water tousled dark hair, and the tank that clings to her body. She's already imagining what a naked, wet Santana would look like. She dips her head and connects their lips.
Santana's hands immediately frame Brittany's face as she pulls her deeper into the kiss. There's a buzz coursing through her body and all she wants to feel, sense, have is Brittany. She tangles her fingers in blonde hair and tugs, Brittany's weight drops from her hands and she settles on top of Santana.
As their mouths fuse together and lips and tongues taste the sweetness that rests on each other's damp skin, Brittany's hand trails back to Santana's thigh and then to her hip. She steadily moves her palm over the quickly warming skin of Santana's stomach, and her fingertips feel the muscles twitch under her touch. Santana arches further into her.
She's not expecting it, but she welcomes the sensation of Santana biting her bottom lip because she immediately soothes the burn with a swipe of her tongue and causes Brittany to moan into her mouth.
Brittany's hand is almost grasping Santana's breast when she suddenly pulls back from the kiss and breathlessly whispers up to the other girl.
"Wait."
Brittany pauses and looks down at Santana, they are both panting. She waits as Santana takes a deep breath and her eyes slowly flutter open.
"Not here." She murmurs and Brittany pouts slightly not recognizing Santana's meaning. The other girl shifts underneath her and Brittany rolls to the side to let her stand up. Santana stands to her feet and reaches her hand down to Brittany who immediately takes it and is pulled up. Santana pulls her into her body.
"My parents are going to be gone all weekend. Come back to my place." Santana says so quietly but so seductively that Brittany's knees almost give out underneath her.
"Yeah?" She asks and Santana nods and leans up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Brittany's lips.
"Yes, I want to get you out of these wet clothes."
Brittany doesn't need to be told twice. In a heartbeat, she's the one dragging Santana along to her car.
They somehow manage to make it to the Lopez mansion without crashing and stumble through the front door only to get tangled up at the stairs and fall down. Santana's under Brittany and they are kissing madly.
"Are you sure your parents are gone?" Brittany asks between a heated kiss. Santana nods and turns her eyes to the side.
"What time is it?"
Brittany looks around and spots a clock.
"Almost 5." She replies.
"My parents had to catch their flight at 4." Santana says back and it's enough for Brittany. She dives back in for a kiss before breaking it again much to the protest of Santana. Brittany hushes against her girlfriend's lips softly.
"It's okay baby, I'm just speeding up the process." She says as she lifts Santana into her arms and the girl squeals a little but quickly wraps her legs around Brittany's waist. When Santana is properly latched onto her, Brittany starts climbing up the stairs and heads directly to Santana's bedroom.
She barely gets Santana's feet set on the ground before she feels the hem of her still soaked tank top being tugged upwards. Brittany lifts her arms above her head, as her lips remain connected with Santana's except for the brief second when the garment is pulled over her head.
"Mmm god, you without a bra has been torturing me all day." Santana husks against Brittany's lips as she gets her tank top off and throws it off to the side only to drop her hands back to Brittany's hips.
Brittany is already working on getting Santana's tank top off, and it doesn't take her long. She's only momentarily pauses her progress when she feels Santana's hands on her ribs. Tan hands ghost over the dips over her ribs and stay for a few seconds before then sliding across Brittany's stomach and up the valley of her breasts only to back down and brush across the underside of them.
Santana's thumbs rub delicate trails over the curve of Brittany's breasts before the other girl is begging into her mouth. She's not one to prolong torture, at least not for that long.
Brittany groans into Santana's mouth when the other girl's hands finally palm her breasts. Santana kneads the flesh as her lips work against Brittany's who works diligently, but with broken concentration, on removing Santana's bikini top.
When Brittany finally gets the top free, she has to break from Santana's mouth to release a gasp as she feels nimble fingers pinch and roll her nipples between themselves. Santana's lips quickly attach themselves to Brittany's neck.
Brittany's hands soon match the motions of Santana's as she palms supple tan breasts in her hands. Santana nips at her neck every time Brittany runs the smooth part of her palm over a dark nipple and continues to make Brittany squirm by massaging her own pale in contrast breasts.
She's beginning to get impatient which is why one of Brittany's hands drops to Santana's shorts again and she attempts to undo the button. She appears to be having trouble though, but that could be because Santana's tongue is stoking up the side of her neck.
"Bed, now." Brittany growls and steps forward effectively moving Santana with her. The back of Santana's knees hit her bed and she tumbles backwards, dragging Brittany with her. They giggle a little at the jostle but their hands don't leave each other's skin.
Brittany works her body up on to her knees between Santana's legs, and Santana follows Brittany's mouth, propping herself up on her elbows to keep in contact with her as her hands continue to squeeze at Brittany's breasts.
In this new position, Brittany can much more effectively undo Santana's shorts button and zipper. She hooks her thumbs in the loopholes of the garment and starts tugging the material down Santana's body. Santana lifts her hips so that Brittany can slide her shorts past them as her left hand drops to Brittany's own shorts and starts fumbling with the button.
When Brittany has Santana's shorts to her ankles, the other girl kicks them off the rest of the way and Brittany's one hand returns to Santana's breast as the other one begins to assist the girl in the removal of her own shorts.
As Brittany gets the zipper down, Santana starts tugging the material down her legs and Brittany shifts from side to side to get the shorts past her knees before she awkwardly kicks them off her feet as well.
Both of them naked now, Brittany lays her body fully on top of Santana's and they both groan into the empty room at the feel of bare skin on bare skin. Heaving breasts pressing against heaving breasts. Brittany ducks her head to Santana's shoulder and places light kisses across the skin there as Santana's fingers glide softly up and down her back.
Brittany lifts her head to look down at Santana and all the way down her tanned and toned body and she smiles, quickly being relinquished a smile in return.
"You're absolutely stunning." Brittany murmurs and Santana smiles wider and her hands tangle into Brittany's hair and tug their mouths together. When they break from the kiss Santana nuzzles her nose against Brittany's.
"And you're incredibly breathtaking Britt." She whispers back and Brittany can't help but release a sigh. She's prepared to slide her hand down between their bodies when she is suddenly careening to the side. Quicker then she can say "Foxy Latina", Brittany is on her back and Santana is hovering above her looking down with a coy smirk.
"It's my turn this time." Santana mumbles and Brittany's heart starts pounding against her ribcage. Santana leans down and places kisses across her jaw and then she feels the cool touch of a steady hand trail down between her breasts. Santana takes her time is reacquainting her hand with Brittany's breasts and her lips with the skin of her neck, shoulders, and collarbone.
Brittany is panting heavily beneath her girlfriend and the girl's very skilled hand and tongue. She can't even begin to imagine what it will be like to have Santana finally, blissfully inside of her, but she knows she wants to find out. Santana's lips wrap around her nipple and Brittany sighs out at the feeling, her fingers tangle in dark hair.
Santana swirls her tongue around Brittany's nipple then licks across her chest to the other one and does the same. When both buds are erect she takes one between her teeth and the other between her forefinger and thumb. With a dedicated preciseness, Santana applies equal pressure to both and she feels Brittany arch up into her with a moan.
"Ugh San." Escapes Brittany's lips in a breathless pant. She feels arousal pool between her legs. She needs Santana to touch her, now.
"Please, touch me." Brittany begs and Santana simply smiles into her flesh. She bites down at the nipple in her mouth again earning another broken moan. Her lips detach from Brittany's breasts and she licks a trail up the girl's chest, across her collarbone, up her neck, nipping over the ledge of Brittany's jaw before finally meeting her lips.
"Your wish baby." Santana husks against Brittany's lips and her left hand glides from Brittany's breast to rest just above the area she needs her most.
Brittany doesn't know that since their first time, where Santana didn't really get to return the favor to her girlfriend, she has been preparing for this moment. She wants to make Brittany feel more wonderful than she ever has before in her life. She slowly guides her hand further south.
When her fingers touch wet heat, both Santana and Brittany gasp at the contact. Santana's forehead drops to Brittany's shoulder, she's almost certain that she has never experienced anything this wonderful, and she's only just getting started. Her fingers glide through slick folds down to Brittany's entrance before moving back up to her swollen clit.
At the initial bump of Santana's fingers against her bundle of nerves, Brittany jerks into the touch and gasps. No one has ever made her feel this good just from a simple touch and Santana's barely even gotten started. She wraps her arms around Santana's neck and pulls the girl in closer to her.
Santana rubs slow and wide circles around Brittany's clit alternating the pressure as necessary.
Brittany's fingernails dig into the skin on Santana's shoulders as she grasps for something, anything to keep her body from soaring away. As Santana continues to move her hand between Brittany's legs, she kisses down the slope of Brittany's neck and the girl starts bucking up into her motions to get more friction.
"Mmph Santana!" Brittany whimpers as she feels Santana shift her hand around so that the pad of her thumb replaces where her fingers were brushing into her. The feeling is all too much and not enough but Brittany knows she's not going to last much longer. With Santana hovering over her and panting into her neck, and a steady hand between her legs, Brittany feels her stomach muscles tense and everything below suddenly go tight until her orgasm is crashing down on her.
"Oh f-fuck!"
Santana hears Brittany breath out below her and she raises her head from the crook of the girl's neck to watch the pleasure wash over Brittany's face. Her eyes squeeze shut, her jaw slackens, her nose scrunches. Brittany tenses and then relaxes below Santana and she stops moving her hand between her legs.
Pressing a steady flow of kisses across Brittany's face, Santana gently slips her fingers up and down Brittany's folds, careful in case she's sensitive and bringing her down slowly.
A kiss to her nose causes Brittany to exhale a content sigh, her grip around Santana's body slackening enough to let the other girl breath a little easier, the feeling between her legs and all over her body a warm tingling buzz.
When she opens her eyes, Brittany is met with the most adoring brown eyes and Santana smiling down on her in such a way she feels like she's the only girl in the world.
"Hey pretty lady." Santana says punctuating her words by a small peck to Brittany's lips who's still breathing hard so she only manages a mumbled hum of appreciation in return.
"Was that okay?" Santana then asks softly as her lips fit to the ledge of Brittany's jaw. She receives a tired nod in reply.
"So good." Brittany says a little breathlessly, her heart still pounding solidly against her chest. Santana's face appears in front of her own again and Brittany draws the girl's lips down to her, brushing her own against them in a sweet, grateful kiss. Santana hums into Brittany's lips.
Brittany suddenly becomes aware of the fact that Santana's hand is still between her legs when she feels the girl's fingers start gliding back up and down her wetness. She moans into Santana's mouth, any thoughts of sleep quickly disappearing as she feels her girlfriend efficiently start to work her back up.
"Mmm San." Brittany whimpers as she feels Santana's thumb return to her button, but this time Santana's fingers also slip down to her entrance. Placing a kiss to the corner of Brittany's mouth, Santana looks at her in question and Brittany stretches up to press a kiss against swollen lips as she nods her approval.
It's tentative at first, Santana exploring a little with her index finger the area around Brittany's entrance while her thumb continues to rub circles around the blonde's clit.
Brittany gasps when she feels Santana's finger push into her an inch, and she moans when Santana gathers her confidence and slips the digit in even further. Brittany is slick and wet and more than ready.
Santana pauses when her finger is fully inside of Brittany's wet heat, marveling at the feeling of her girlfriend's inner walls already beginning to clench around her finger. She draws the finger back out of Brittany slowly only to immediately push it back in.
When the resistance becomes nonexistent and she can feel Brittany relaxed and panting underneath her, Santana adjusts her body to sit up between Brittany's legs. Her girlfriend protests the movement for a second, but the steady thrusting of Santana's finger kind of helps her forget about it. Santana glances down between Brittany's legs and watches in awe as her finger easily slips in and out of Brittany's dripping center.
She steadies her thrusting hand as her other hand runs over the curve of Brittany's hip and across her toned stomach.
"God San. Mmm." Brittany pants and her hips start lifting to meet every inward and match outward thrust from Santana's fingers. A tan finger starts exploring the inside of Brittany's walls and Santana soon finds an area a little more rigid feeling then the rest on an inner wall.
When her fingertip brushes over that spot Brittany jerks and releases a satisfied cry. Santana does it again and Brittany cries out even louder in pleasure the second time.
"Fuck. San, right there." Brittany moans as her eyes snap shut and her head tosses back into the pillow. A burning sensation creeps up between Santana's own legs and when her own center connects with the back of her thrusting hand, she groans a little at the pleasured spark it causes. On her next outward and inward thrust she enters Brittany with two fingers and Brittany groans at the feeling of her center being so perfectly filled.
Santana leans back over Brittany and pauses her movements. Brittany releases a whimpered plea but she doesn't have much time to properly protest before she feels Santana grab her right hand and pull it between their bodies. She shifts Brittany's first two fingers around and guides them to her own soaked entrance. Brittany doesn't have to do much but push up as Santana sinks herself down on her digits.
"Shit." Santana groans at the sensation of Brittany back inside of her. She rocks down slightly sinking her fingers deeper before she stretches out with her right hand and links her fingers with Brittany's left, resting it on the pillow by the blonde's head. She lays her weight down fully on Brittany and rests her forehead against her head as they both start a synchronized rocking of their bodies, their fingers moving in and out of each other's cores.
It doesn't take much longer for Brittany to trip into her second orgasm, especially when Santana presses her fingers into that spot inside of her. She goes rigid below the girl and her own fingers stop their motions.
"San'ana!" Brittany screams as a particularly powerful orgasm rips through her, she arches her back into Santana's fingers before slumping back to the mattress and breathing ragged. Santana allows her to take a breather before she rocks her own hips down reminding Brittany about where her fingers are.
Brittany doesn't need to do much, simply hold Santana steady as she rocks down on her fingers and pushes herself to an orgasm.
"Mmm Britt!" Santana moans as Brittany feels her tight walls clench around her fingers and Santana slumps down on top of her body. They rest there for a few minutes, breathing each other in and just enjoying the feel of being so close, so together and so complete.
Santana's lips lazily skirt over the skin of Brittany's flushed neck as she slowly draws her fingers out of her girlfriend's core. She can feel Brittany's body shiver at the motion and she gasps a little protest as Santana's fingers fully leave her. Brittany misses the feeling of being filled by her girlfriend already.
Santana continues to brush kisses across Brittany's skin. Suddenly Brittany is over taken by a wave of emotions and feelings. She's never felt safer, more alive, more adored and taken care of then when she's in Santana's arms. Brittany's heart skips a beat as she considers what she thinks that means. What she's pretty sure she's known for quite some time now.
She takes a deep breath and her hands smooth up the skin of Santana's back and shoulders, slide through her hair until she's cupping tan and heated cheeks. Santana's eyes open and Brittany is met with the clearest most tranquil brown. Santana smiles down at her and Brittany's heart skips another beat. She swallows and her mouth drops open, but nothing comes out.
Santana tilts her head curiously at her girlfriend clearly wanting to say something but apparently not having the ability to. She leans down and places the softest of kisses on Brittany's lips and nuzzles her nose into a pink tinted cheek. Brittany smiles and her body shivers again, it's just what Santana does to her.
"Brittany, you mean so much to me." Santana whispers into Brittany's ear before placing a kiss to the shell and Brittany almost bursts with joy. Suddenly she can't hold it in anymore.
"I love you Santana." She blurts out and feels Santana freeze above her, she closes her eyes briefly before opening them again to finish what she's wanted to say for a while now.
"I'm in love with you, Santana Lopez." Brittany says with purity as she glances up to stare deeply into Santana's eyes. She's vulnerable and exposed and completely at Santana's mercy but she's never felt better about speaking her mind more than she does right now in this moment.
Brittany loves Santana, and she doesn't want to hide it anymore.
She watches carefully as Santana's eyes briefly go wide, her mouth drops open and her eyes dart all over the blonde's beautiful face. Santana's heart starts to race at the words she's just heard fall from Brittany's lips.
Spoken so truthfully and compassionately.
Santana closes her jaw a bit and parts her lips to speak, hoping the dryness of her throat doesn't hinder the next words that she's hoping will come out.
"I…"
Okay so there's that.
I don't know if many people noticed but I took a slightly different approach to this chapter based on a suggestion I received. I'm still up and down about it. If you still liked it, awesome, if not feel free to tell me. I know my writing is so very far from perfect, and that's why I count on you all to let me know what's good and what's not so good. I want to improve and I want to write something worth reading!
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