AN: Hi folks! Here's chapter 25. I'm pretty sure you will like this chapter better than the last one. I know I do. I completely understand the lack of reviews for that chapter. Like I said, it was fluff and I knew when I put it out there that I wasn't really happy with it which is my bad for not tinkering with it some more, but I think this chapter's better. I even changed the previously on… part from last chapter and made it almost entirely different, (not that the stuff that was written in this same paragraph about Tina, Lauren and Sunshine didn't happen. It did… they are moving on it's just not written in this one.) I just thought this was a much better and clearer lead in to this chapter than how I finished the last one. I know last chapter needed more Brittana than what it had so I'm sorry for that and I hope this chapter makes up for last chapters lacking.
Enjoy!
BTW… I think if my version of Puck were remotely real I think he would have been hurt than no one cared that he was getting better. ;) No candy, no card, no glee club singing his praise, nada. Poor guy… maybe he'll get some love in this chapter. ;) A guy can hope. :)
Disclaimer: What's really left to say? You guys know I don't own Glee. You know that even though I have tremendous love for Santana and Brittany that I don't own them either, but I will say that I own a kitchen island that served as inspiration for part of this chapter and a very vivid day dream that propelled that inspiration onward. So hopefully that's not TMI… Believe me; you'll see what I'm talking about… ;) Hey, a guy's gotta find inspiration somewhere. Who knew it would come from a kitchen island.
Have fun! Talk to you at the end. :)
Previously on Playing With Fire
Santana's POV
Life had changed dramatically for Brittany and I in the 3 months we'd been trapped at the safe house and frankly, it was becoming harder to picture what my life would be like once I actually got my so called normal life back. 'Not that my life had ever been normal.' I thought taking a brief pause from my heavy thoughts to remember. It kinda seemed like the ending point to all this was never quite within sight. 'I no longer had a job…' that was a give in. That aspect of my life was pretty much the only part of my old life that I would gladly be rid of. A new job would be a welcome change even if it was a huge unknown as to what that job would actually be. It wasn't like I had a whole lot of marketable skills that would make employers want to hire me. In addition to the unknown aspect of employment, all my old friends were moving on too which was good, but it was still a little bitter sweet that Tina, Lauren and Sunshine got to move past this ordeal and I didn't. The only part of my new life that I could actually picture post all this mess was Brittany. I knew and could see exactly how she fit into my life and how I wanted her to fit into my life, but it was a matter of getting to that point where we could actually start living that life that was the problem. 'Something has to change.' I thought trying to think of ways to make that happen. 'And maybe I'm the one who has to make the first move.'
And now chapter 25- Seize The day
Santana's POV
"Brittany, we have to talk…" I said dropping my fork abruptly and hearing the clattering of the cutlery hit the ceramic plate below. I'd been thinking about how to potentially get us out of this house and out of this lifestyle for the past couple days, and now that I'd finally come up with a plan that I thought could work, I needed to tell Brittany to get her feedback before I moved forward, and put this plan into action. I wasn't about to make another decision for her after how badly the last time I tried to do that had turned out.
"Okay…" Brittany said noticeably clenching her brow. "It sounds serious…"
"I guess it is…" I said trying to downplay the gravity of what this conversation could mean and in the process try to balance my nerves and desire to ease into the conversation by glancing away from her eyes to look and take her hands across the table. Her hands seemed like a much safer place to look, but unfortunately this wasn't a conversation I could have with her hands so I took a deep breath and steadied my resolve. "I think I've come up with a way to get us out of here, but it might be a little dangerous."
I could see Brittany immediately tense at the word 'dangerous.' Her shoulders, neck and back were all now stiff as a board like she was a soldier who was just called to attention.
"Dangerous for who?" she asked with a nervous quiver in her voice and eying me curiously.
"Well…" I said needing a second to think about how to put this so Brittany didn't automatically shoot the idea down. "Probably a few people…" I said drawing out the words and thinking about what to say next since I knew that murky answer wouldn't deter Brittany from pushing for more information for very long. "I guess it'll probably be dangerous for the officers who have been guarding us and for the agents and police who will be assigned to carrying this out and…"
"You?" she interrupted flatly like she could see plainly where this conversation was going and what I was hesitant to tell her.
"Possibly…" I said looking apprehensively into her eyes and seeing a look that told me she was about to renounce my idea in total.
"I don't like this already…" she said letting go of my hands and crossing her arms guardedly across her chest. Her eyes looked firm in her resolve and I knew that this was going to be a hard sell, but it was the only way I could think of to end this. I didn't particularly like our options either, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here.
"Brittany I've spent everyday for the last three months looking through those files and there's nothing in there. The only way to put an end to this is to find new evidence against Holly and right now the police can't do that because she is so far underground that they can't get to her. Somehow she needs to be flushed out so we can find her and then just hope she makes a mistake so the feds can apprehend her."
"How do you expect to flush her out?" she asked not getting the clear picture of what I was suggesting; not that I didn't understand why she didn't get it. I was being pretty vague since I didn't want to come right out and say that I was basically suggesting to use myself as bait.
"Well…" I said realizing this was the time to lay it all out there, but still not really feeling comfortable or confident in telling her because I wasn't really comfortable or confident with it myself. 'She's gonna hate this.' I thought knowing that if the roles were reversed that there was no way I would allow Brittany to put herself on the line like this. It was too dangerous, but I didn't see anyway around it. "Basically, we have to leak our location to people within Holly's organization and set a trap for them when they come after me."
"No way!" Brittany said immediately and emphatically while throwing her hands up in the air in a blocking motion that further proved just how committed she was to me not doing this. "Hope she makes a mistake when she comes after you… that sounds crazy and way too dangerous. What if she doesn't make a mistake? What then? I'll tell you what then… you end up dead that's what. No way! There has to be another way." She said standing up and backing away harshly from the table to look down at me with conviction in her stance.
"Britt I know, but I've tried, I've looked. This is it." I said bleakly while standing up and walking around the table towards her in the hopes of trying to bring down the walls she was putting up that were preventing this idea from being able to move forward. I really wished there was another option as I looked into her eyes that still showed no signs of budging. I'd tried to come up with something else, I really did, but I'd been through all the scenarios. It didn't seem like Holly wanted anything else bad enough to come out of hiding other than me. Judging from everything that the new moles Agent Sylvester had planted within the organization had been saying we knew that people within the organization were still looking for me which could only mean one thing… they were told by whomever was in charge to keep looking for me which meant if they knew where I was that they would come for me. This would be the chance that the police and FBI needed to catch them in the act and hopefully catch Holly in the process.
"Britt, I know this sounds crazy and believe me if there was any other way I wouldn't even suggest this." I said grabbing her shoulders lightly and trailing my hands up and down her arms almost like I was trying to warm her to the idea. "But there's not." I said making eye contact with her. "We either continue what we're doing and everything stays the same or we try to do something that could end this. I for one don't want to live here forever."
"Santana…" Brittany said softly, finally showing some emotion other than utter defiance. It was good to hear a difference in her tone and see a softening in her features, but this tone and look told me that things weren't about to get any easier and probably they were going to get emotional which was something I didn't want. I still struggled with how to deal with my feeling even though I'd been getting better. I could see the emotion in Brittany's face just bubbling under the surface and it hurt me to know that I was putting her through this and it certainly didn't help knowing that if we did move forward with my idea that Brittany's fears were only going to get worse. "I want my life back too, but if it means you risking your life to do it then I'd rather live the rest of my life here with you than have you risk your life for just the chance at getting our old lives back."
"Brittany…" I said with utter adoration and emotion starting to prickle my eyes. 'Damnit…' I thought knowing my emotions were getting away from me. I could barely believe that she could possibly love me that much. 'How could I ever deny her when she said things and looked like that?' I thought gazing back at her and seeing that we both were about to break down. After a couple seconds to process her words I carefully took her hands in mine and leaned forward up onto my toes to get her to look at me before I kissed her tenderly. The kiss lasted a little longer than I'd initially intended since each gentle, emotion laced kiss parted our lips for mere milliseconds to allow us to breathe into each others mouths in an effort to quell the on swell of emotion that continued to build between us with each gentle brush of our lips or tongues. After finally pulling back but still breathing deeply into each others mouths I looked at her with our foreheads still connected and felt my resolve start to crumble. "You'd do that for me? You'd give up everything?"
"I wouldn't be giving up everything…" she said pulling back so we could look at each other more clearly. "I'm getting to keep you. You're the most important part to everything I want."
It was still hard for me to believe her. I trusted her, but it was still hard to believe that I was worthy of such devotion because I had yet to truly believe it myself. That part I was still working on, but I was getting there thanks to Brittany's constant validation.
"Okay…" I finally said at a mere whisper and looking into her crystal blue eyes for a sign on how to proceed.
"Okay what?" she questioned with a hopeful smile starting to tug on her lips.
"I won't do it. My plan's off."
"It is?" she questioned as her grin started to get bigger and spread across her face. Her happiness was actually kind of infectious and impossible for me to ignore as a small smile started to tug on my face as well with just the thought that she was no longer scared or sad which was all I'd ever really wanted for her.
"It is. We'll try to figure something else out." I said trying to sound hopeful that that was a possibility, but I knew the reality of our situation. 'I guess I'm just gonna have to get used to the idea of being stuck here forever.' Not that it was all bad being stuck here because at least I had Brittany here and if she kept looking at me the way she was looking at me right now like she wanted to jump for glee and jump on top of me at the same time I knew that I could be happy with at least that aspect of my life. Even though a part of me still wanted to offer Brittany more than that. "I told you that we'd make these decisions together so if you really don't want me to go through with this then I won't."
"I love you so much." She said rushing a kiss at me and picking me up from under my butt and forcing me to wrap my legs around her waist. I settled on her hips with a bounce as she steadied us both in the embracing lip lock with her hands before she slowly, so she wouldn't stumble, walked us towards the center island.
The entire time she moved we never broke our heated lip lock. That was until I felt her hands under my butt cheeks lifting up a little more to place me on top of the counter.
"Umph…" she grunted, being slightly out of breath due to the intensity of the kiss as my butt connected with the cold granite of the center island.
Immediately, I reached for her face and pulled her back towards me. I didn't like the distance that had suddenly appeared after she was forced to release her grip around my ass. As we kissed I could still taste the lingering enchilada sauce from dinner, but the rest of what I tasted and felt was sweet, innocent, and pure, and all Brittany as her chest connect suddenly with my own. I began pawing at her back trying to pull her shirt up so I could remove it and when it finally gathered enough for me to get a grip on it I yanked it up causing Brittany to back up for a second so I could pull it off.
"Mmm…" I hummed taking her cute, pink, perky nipple into my mouth not even bothering to remove her bra before hand. In my haste and excitement I only managed to rip the cup down so that her breast spilled out over the top edge of the fabric. When I was done suckling on the first nipple I did the same thing to the other, glancing up at Brittany's face to see that her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, arching her breast further into my greedy mouth.
"Mmm… God I love these breast." I said as I groped and grabbed handfuls of the soft pliable skin. I nipped excitedly at the small bud with careful teeth and smiled as Brittany's excitement also took over. She was now grabbing at my thighs and ass and in that moment all I wanted her to do was rip my jeans off my body and fuck me right there and then on the countertop. In the months that we'd been here Brittany had grown a keen sense of awareness about what I wanted in the bedroom and this time was no different because just as the thought sprang to mind I felt her hands move to my zipper and tugging my jeans off quickly. She scrapped her nails down the full length of my thighs to my knees and I felt a chill run down my spine and settled in my groin in anticipation of what would come next.
After a few more moments of grabbing hands, pulling hips, biting teeth, licking tongues and kissing any piece of skin we could find I'd had enough of the build up; I wanted the main event.
"Brittany please…" I begged, panting out short breaths of air as her lips attacked my neck. "Fuck me already…"
"What was that?" Brittany mumbled coyly into my neck with a smile as she kept up the same pace of her hands and lips that were everywhere but where I really wanted them to be. "I didn't hear you…"
"God Brittany…" I panted as she finally started to trail her fingers down my midsection and over the wet fabric of my panties. She rubbed in slow circles over the entire area and when she finally hit my clit I got infinitely wetter, feeling the surge of pleasure move through my body and settle in my core. "You heard what I said… Fuck me!"
"I like it when you beg." She said pulling away from my neck almost innocently. The look on her face was innocent, but the quickening pace of her fingers was anything but. "It's sexy," she smirked before leaning forward and nipping at my neck.
I was almost embarrassed at what she probably saw when she'd looked at me. I had to be a panting, sticky mess right now. I was excited and turned on beyond belief, but I didn't care. She looked sexy as hell with her breast still spilling over the top of her bra and I would never even think about not doing exactly what she wanted me to do at this point.
"Please Brittany…" I begged again, feeling her lips on my neck turn upward in a smile. "Please fuck me."
Brittany pulled back from my neck with a smirk and guided my shirt easily over top of my head. My bra quickly followed and now I was sitting, legs spread open on the counter in only my underwear.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" she asked in that innocent voice that sounded so amazing when she was saying things that were just so dirty. It was almost illicit the feelings that that voice conjured up within me.
She began pecking light kisses across my chest as I sat there squirming and pondering and finding it difficult to think under the now tighter circles of her fingers. Brittany was now so good at so many things it was actually kind of hard to choose. I would have been happy with any way Brittany decided as long as in the end I got to come, 'but' I thought reconsidering 'Brittany has a magical tongue' once she'd let go and really learned how to use it so that ended up winning out in that moment for me.
"Fuck me with your tongue..." I panted out arching my quivering hips up into her still stroking fingers.
"I knew you were gonna say that." She said after pulling back from my chest to look at me with that I'm too smart for my own good grin on her face. It made me want to look at her angrily since she was now teasing me, but as soon as the scowl started to rise it was quickly replaced by an eye roll knowing I couldn't be angry with her at the moment and a short smile.
"Tell me you love me…" she commanded, noticing my smile and staring at me intently.
I was certainly in no position to refuse her anything nor did I ever want to refuse her anything particularly a declaration of love.
"I love you." I said as my breath hitched feeling her fingers move my panties to the side exposing my wet center to the increasingly warm air of the kitchen.
She was still teasing me even now which I was starting to think was cruel. Her lips traveled everywhere but where I needed them most. They moved down the inside of my thigh, across my navel, even down the crease at the joint of my leg, but not over my pussy. I was throbbing for her touch at this point and my legs that she was knelling contently between were thrumming with anticipation.
"Britt please…" I begged hopefully for the final time, wanting so badly to encourage her to move past this teasing pace.
Looking back up at me with a cocky smirk like she'd been waiting for me to ask her all along Brittany finally used the flat of her tongue to trace upward from my entrance to my clit.
"Oh God…" I whimpered at that first touch, arching my hips up into her hungry mouth. It was the same feeling I got every time Brittany first touched me kinda like I wanted to pull her inside my body and never let her out. It was the most perfect feeling I'd ever experienced and each touch after that initial feeling of comfort solidified that feeling.
Brittany was so good with her tongue and the effect was always the same; me fisting her hair and pulling it to the side and out of her way so I could see her face clearly as she did her thing. It was beautiful and so incredibly sexy. She always applied the exact right amount of pressure to the right place and knew exactly when I needed just a little more help to get over the edge to add her fingers. This time I knew I wouldn't need that help because I was already so turned on before she even started to use her tongue that her fingers wouldn't even get the chance to come into play.
Brittany kissed, licked and sucked my pussy for the next few minutes with complete abandon, not caring one bit that I was probably all over her face and that I was sitting on an area that we used to prepare food. She loved to do it just like I love to do it to her. The thought of going down on Brittany only elevated my arousal and as Brittany encircled and applied steady suction with her lips and fluttered her tongue over my clit the tension in my body gave way and I exploded in waves of pulsing intense pleasure.
Brittany continued to lick and kiss me as I came down panting a mantra of muffled whimpers and soft breathy moans as my orgasm faded. It took me a minute to control my shudders and regain any form of control over my limbs. They still kinda felt like Jell-O as Brittany began to stand back up using my thighs to help pull herself back to a standing position. The massaging motion she continued to apply to my thighs as we stared at each other for a few moments was helping the blood flow return to other areas of my body that had been severely deprived over the last several minutes.
"Come here…" I said pulling her towards me by her rosy cheeks to plant a heated kiss on her lips. My legs immediately encircled her waist, pinning her against me. Even if she wanted to get away which I knew she didn't she wouldn't be able to with the vice grip my legs had around her waist. We kissed for several long minutes, nipping, peaking, biting and enjoying the feel of the other person's lips on our own until both of us were left panting and in need of oxygen.
"Come with me…" I said hopping down from the counter and pulling Brittany to the bedroom since I already knew how I was going to return the favor.
Brittany's POV
Santana and I were lying in bed after we'd experienced our third and forth orgasms of the night respectively just trying to breathe. I was the first to get my breathing under control since it was probably a little bit harder for Santana since I was lying on top of her chest making it more difficult, but the cocky part of me wanted to believe that I was just that good that it took her a little longer to recover.
I allowed her that time as I tucked myself in quietly under her chin. I was content to just enjoy the gradual decrease in intervals between the rising and falling of her chest. It was peaceful to just listen to the now steady thumping of her heart against my ear.
After a few more minutes at an even cadence I felt her sigh out a particularly large breath of air and what followed shocked me completely. "I want to marry you." She announced out of the blue.
"What?" I said shooting up from my position to look at her like she'd just said I want to join the circus. Not that I would have objected to either of the two statements it's just that I wasn't expecting what she'd said.
"Don't worry…" she said probably misinterpreting my behavior for panic. "I'm not asking you to marry me now I'm just saying that I want to marry you someday."
I breathed in a sigh that I wasn't sure was a sigh of relief since I hadn't been expecting Santana to say that or if it was a sigh of disappointment that she hadn't in fact asked me to marry her. I knew I wanted to marry her at some point it's just we'd never discussed it so the statement was a little shocking. It was then that I noticed that Santana looked remarkably at ease with the topic of conversation. It was pretty surprising given how she normally got uncomfortable with heavy discussions and it made me feel good that she was so comfortable with the idea. Or…'Maybe it was that third orgasm that relaxed her enough to finally speak without worry.' I decided that either way I liked that she was comfortable with the idea of being my wife.
"I want to marry you too." I said realizing that I'd yet to say anything other than a shocked 'what' that minus well have been a 'huh' for all my eloquence.
"Good because I want to give you all those things that you've told me you want." She said looking at peace with the whole idea and trailing a comforting hand up and down my spine. It felt good to be talking about a future with Santana. It's what I'd been hoping for. "The family with a couple kids, the cute house near Puck and Quinn, the third generation of Lord Tubbington… I want you to have all those things and I wanna be the one who can provide you with them."
"You will…" I said easily like I knew it was only a formality.
"No I won't." she said popping my beautiful bubble that her perfect words had created. I didn't understand. A second ago she sounded so sure of what she wanted and it seemed like we wanted the exact same things. She had given me a short glimpse of a perfect life and now it felt like she was taking it all back and it hurt. It hurt really bad to have the picture taken away from me.
"At least I can't if we're still stuck here." She said rolling to her side to face me and looking at me like she could see that her previous statement had stung and wanting to rectify it.
I now understood what this was all about. "Santana…" I said this time sighing for reasons that included annoyed, irritated and put out. But also on the other side of things at least I knew that she still wanted that perfect picture she painted for me and I decided to let that feeling win out and the annoyance to pass. "I thought we went over this and decided that it wasn't worth the risk?"
"No- you decided…" She announced shifting onto her elbow and causing me to do the same. "Because to me your dreams are worth the risk. If we stay here it'll be like we're only half living and it's gonna suck because I know that we can have it all. I can do this. I know I can. We just have to try."
I weighed her words carefully. She did sound confident that she could make it work and still stay safe in the process, but I still wasn't sure. It was a huge risk to take and I knew it would kill me if anything ever happened to her. "Santana I still think it's too big a risk."
"Where not gonna do this tomorrow." She explained and pushed forward trying to convince me. "It's gonna take some planning and making sure everything and everyone are in place before anything ever starts to be put into action and if at anytime we think it's too much than we can pull the plug, but I feel like we have to at least try."
"I don't know…" I said trailing off still not completely sold on the idea. "I just don't want you to get hurt or God forbid worse."
"Britt," She said stroking my cheek tenderly with the back of her fingers. "I have the best motivation in the world to be careful because all those dreams you have… I have them too. They're my dream now and I'm wanna fight for them and not just sit here and allow the opportunity to pass us by."
"Is that what you think I'm doing?" I asked scrunching my brow. "Just letting go of my dreams?"
"No." She said easily while trailing her hand down my arm to my waist and pulling me in to the cup of her hips. "I think you're scared. And believe me I understand. It's a little scary for me too, but not nearly as scary as thinking I let the opportunity pass that could have allowed us to get married and have kids and do everything else we wanna do."
There was silence for awhile as I allowed Santana's words to penetrate somewhat through my fear. God, this was scary and I knew I would be anxious until, 'oh God who even knew how long this anxiety would last. Probably indefinitely…' "You really believe this can work?" I asked tentatively.
"I do." She responded confidently and with an inordinate amount of strength that I didn't even know Santana possessed.
"Okay then…" I announced deciding to trust Santana. "But if either one of us thinks at any time that it's getting too dangerous we have the right to pull the plug."
"Deal!" Santana said leaning in to kiss me quickly. "I can't wait for the day that this is all over and I can really ask you to marry me."
The excitement in her tone made me sort of forget the danger that was directly ahead and focus only on the happiness of what was beyond that. "But what if I ask you first?" I said playfully.
"Well then I guess it will save me a few grand on buying you an engagement ring."
'What?' I thought punching her playfully in the shoulder.
"I'm kidding…" she said in defense, rolling onto her back and throwing her hands up in the air to ward off any further attacks. "Of course I would still get you a ring…" she said with a chuckle. "You just wouldn't get to see my amazing proposal."
"You already know what you're gonna do?" I asked clearly intrigued and really surprised.
"Maybe… maybe not…" she in a playful tone. "And that's all you're gonna get out of me; some things need to be kept a secret." She said wrapping me up and pulling me close.
"Fine…" I said sulking, but really only visibly sulking because I had to admit that the idea of Santana proposing to me made me really happy even if it was still a hypothetical sitting out there in the distance. "I can't wait till we get out of here. I've never been very good at waiting to find out surprises. I used to go looking for my Christmas gifts from my parents in November."
Santana chuckled lightly at that. "I can't wait to get out of here either."
TBC…
AN: Okay so there's chapter 25. Looks like the people who wanted this to be extended are at least in a little bit of luck because remember when I said it depends how it scripts out how many chapters it will be… well I wasn't really anticipating that Brittany would be such a tough nut to crack nor was I planning to add anything about marriage, but anyway since it basically took an entire chapter to convince Brittany of the plan it means there are still 2 more chapters left, not just one. But the downside to that is that it also means that I won't be posting the last chapter by July 18th. It's partially because I don't think I can write 2 chapters by then and partially because that isn't fair for my beta to be put under that kind of time constraint either. I can't expect her to get a chapter back to me that quickly. People need to have a life so in fairness to her I'm gonna push back the last chapters delivery date to at some point in July. Hell, you never know the next chapter might script out longer than I expect and I have to add another chapter to the total. Who knows… I'm terrible at predicting. I once tried to guess how many MnM's were in a jar and I said something like 550 and there turned out to be over 3,000 so take that for what you will. It's a good thing I'm not a scientist because my hypotheses would be all over the place. :)
Also, I want to put this out there for anyone who's interested… After this story is over I will be in need of a new beta. For reasons that are her own, Lacksubstance won't be able to continue as my beta so if anyone is interested in the job let me know. We can probably start by having both you and Lacksubstance look over the closing chapters of this story if you'd like or not if you'd prefer, but it would allow you to be one of the first to see how this story turns out and also to see if you like working with me. I swear (oops) I mean promise (my mom always taught me it's not polite to swear not that I don't break that about every 15 minutes some days.) I'm easy to work with and I'm certainly understanding of personal time and limitations that life can bring about that delay the beta-ing process. I know it's not easy. Thanks in advance for any interest. It will be a huge help.
Take care and for anyone that chooses to review, thank you! I hope you liked it! I know I'm much happier with this chapter than I was with the last one. ;)
Drew