Warning: do not read this in on a train, at school, in the living room with your parents, anywhere with your significant other, before dinner with your grandparents... just don't read in public. grab a glass of wine, bottle of beer, or whatever your drink of choice is and lock yourself in the bathroom/your bedroom/your car ALONE... you've been warned:)

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The blonde carefully makes her way up the walkway towards the house, her bag in her hand and a light shawl held together in front of her chest with the other. She takes the three steps up the stoop carefully, not wanting to scuff up her new shoes and also not wanting to fall flat on her face because she is kind of shivering from the cold. Before she reaches a hand out to open the front door, she looks over her shoulder and waves her mother one last goodbye, watching her families car back out of the drive way and slowly creep away. With the turn of her hand, she pushes the door open and steps in.

"Santana?" She calls out curiously, her eyebrows knit together when she is not greeted immediately by her girlfriend's cute, raspy voice, but is instead welcomed by the dimly lit hallway of the Lopez house. She slowly shuts the door behind her, lets her shawl fall from her shoulders and turns toward the table beside the coat closet to put her bag down along with her shawl. "What the…?" The blonde breathes out because as she is putting her stuff down she notices a tiny candle, an envelope with 'read me' written on the outside and a single yellow rose.

Brittany releases the handles of her bag, places her shawl over the top, takes the note from the envelope and then lifts the yellow rose to her nose taking in its sweetness. Her eyes graze over the letters that make words that are in Santana's distinct handwriting, just the idea of the other girl writing to her makes her smile.

'Brittany,

This single yellow rose represents our friendship. Without it, I don't know who I am. With it, I am the person I have always wanted to be. Go into the kitchen for your next envelope.

Love, Santana

P.S. Blow out the candle because my mom will kill me if I set this house on fire.'

Brittany giggles as she leans down to blow out the candle, setting the note back down but keeping the flower with her. She follows the directions given to her, keeping the tip of the flower lightly pressed against her nose as she walks through the still barely lit house. Her grin only widens when she finds Santana's Blue's Clue's nightlight plugged into an outlet by the window in the Lopez kitchen. She can only assume that is where her next envelope is, and she is right, because there lays a single red rose with another envelope.

'Brittany,

This single red rose stands for my love for you. When I see you, my heart skips a beat. When I hear your voice, it makes me smile. With your hand in mine, I know that I am loved in return, and that makes me love you even more. Your next envelope is in the living room.

Love, Santana'

Now with two roses in her hand, one yellow and one red, Brittany finds herself walking out of the kitchen through the dining room and into the living room where she had passed on her way in. As soon as she steps down, cautiously because this is the darkest part of her excursion thus far. But, as she brings both feet down to the wooden floor of the Lopez living room, the room is illuminated instantly. Her attention is immediately drawn to the girl standing right in front of the bay window who is placing down the switch to the lights.

They grin at one another as Brittany slowly makes her way across the room, her eyes flicker around with intrigue because it's more spacious than usual. The coffee table is pressed up against the wall, the couch is against the opposite wall and the area rug is not even out. Once she reaches Santana she sees that the shorter girl is holding another rose, this time a pink one. The Latina sucks in her lower lip, sucks on it nervously, letting her eyes rake up and down the girl who finally reaches her.

"Thank you." Santana says, her voice soft and cracks a bit from trying to be so quiet, offering Brittany the rose. The blonde looks up from the flower and tilts her head to the side. "I," She starts again after watching Brittany take the rose from her with hesitation. "I looked up the meanings of roses." The Latina admits, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she giggles at herself. "Did you know that each color means something different?" She glances from the mini bouquet in her girlfriend's hands, smiling when the blonde shakes her head. "Yeah, me neither." Santana steps forward and wraps her hand around Brittany's, the one holding the flowers together and she lifts her finger to the yellow one. "Yellow means friendship." She moves her finger to the red one. "Red means, 'I love you'." Her eyes flicker to blues when she says this, and then she moves her finger to focus on the pink one. "I read that pink means 'thank you' and appreciation." Her shoulders shrug and she brings that hand up to cup the blonde's cheek.

"Why are you thanking me?" Brittany breathes out, her eyes searching out Santana's.

"For so many things really." Santana decides on quickly enough. "Thank you for being my friend, my girlfriend and…" She pauses, sucks her lips in again and tilts her head letting her eyes bore deeply into Brittany's. "You are so important to me. You're everything that I never knew I wanted." Her eyebrows scrunch together in the middle of her forehead, suddenly overwhelmed by her emotions. "And I want to make sure you know all of this." Brittany nods, bites on her lower lip and leans in to close the gap between them with a chaste kiss.

"So sweet." She mumbles into her girlfriend's mouth as she wraps her arms around Santana's tiny waist. "One question though." The blonde breaks their comfortable silence and pulls back from their embrace. "Why, I mean, not that I don't love this sweet, romantic side of you." She winks, getting a tiny chuckle from the Latina who rubs the back of her neck with her hands. "But I mean, our anniversary is in like, two weeks. Why now?" Brittany asks curiously and Santana regards her with a soft stare and a tiny smile before shrugging her shoulders.

"Why not?" Santana counters, her smile widening mischievously, finally receiving a laugh from the blonde. "Okay, okay, what else?" The Latina dips her head to find those blue eyes again.

"Hmm?" Brittany hums, lifting her gaze back up to meet Santana's stare.

"I can see another question being thought up." The shorter girl says, a smirk graces Brittany's lips and she nods.

"Why is everything against the wall? Where's the rug?" Brittany asks, glancing down towards the bare wooden floor of the Lopez living room. A chuckle from Santana's throat brings her eyes back up and she sees that the Latina is looking to the end table behind her, the only thing in the room that seems to still be in its place.

"I moved everything," Santana begins, reaches behind her and lifts up the tiny remote that Brittany recognizes as the one to her iHome system. "Because this is our dance floor." She explains further, aiming the remote to the iPod dock placed on the dining room table across the room, letting out the soft sounds of music. Brittany looks over her shoulder from where the music is playing, spotting the device easily thanks to the twinkling lights strung around the room.

"This is…" Brittany's words fall short of coming out, but the smile on Santana's face tells her that she understands.

"I remember you saying once that you always wanted to go out dancing, ya know, the way that people used to." Her shoulders shrug as she recalls a young Brittany's wish of dancing around a room at a fancy ball like Cinderella. "So," Santana bites on her lower lip, offers her hand and slightly bows. "May I have this dance?" Brittany beams from ear to ear, giggles and then curtsies before placing her hand into Santana's gently.

"I thought you'd never ask." She jokes, she's always heard people say that in movies and has finally gotten her chance to use the phrase.

"You should probably lead." Santana informs her, awkwardly moving her hand from the blonde's hip and to her shoulder as she lifts their clasped hands in the way she's seen done on Dancing with the Stars. "I don't really know what I'm doing here." She admits, glancing up at Brittany through her eyelashes, just in time to see a cute smirk play on her girlfriend's lips.

The blonde concedes, resting her hand just at the small of Santana's back and stepping closer, bringing their bodies close enough to almost touch. The Latina follows easily enough, knowing that Brittany is using the basics to lead them into a comfortable ballroom type dance. She laughs out when the blonde pushes her at the waist and makes her spin back into her arms, picking right back up where they'd left off in the steps.

Halfway through the song, and when Santana finally gets the movements without having to look down at her feet every few seconds, she clears her throat as her eyes rake down the form in front of her. She shakes her head in disbelief, her eyes widen for a moment until meeting those sparkling blue ones.

"You look beautiful Britt." Santana breathes out and Brittany bashfully looks away, her cheeks flushed and her lower lip between her teeth. "I mean it, you look like a princess." She adds, leaning her face forward to maintain eye contact with the blonde, to ensure that her sincerity is understood. Brittany smiles softly, tilts her head to the side and with an arched eyebrow, gives Santana a once over as well.

"So do you." She tells her, getting the Latina's cheeks to turn that cute tint of pink that they do when she is embarrassed. "But I always think you look amazing." She says in a quieter voice, bringing her lips to meet Santana's for a quick but gentle kiss.

"Do you like the lights?" Santana asks, finally breaking out of her 'Brittany stupor'. The blonde lets her eyes lift up to the white Christmas lights that are hanging around the corners of the room, lighting it up so elegantly, definitely creating an extremely romantic atmosphere.

"I feel like I'm in a Disney movie." Brittany replies with that airy voice. "Like this is a dream or something." She continues as she and Santana dance around the unusually empty Lopez living room.

"So you like it so far?" The shorter girl chuckles as she watches the amazement float over the blonde's face.

"Like it?" Brittany challenges with a quirked eyebrow. "I love it, Santana." She assures her, squeezing her hip affectionately. "And I love you." Her lips set a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek before she steps back, separating their bodies to spin Santana around in a circle, slowly bringing her back into her.

"Dancing's fun." Santana muses when the songs change. Brittany hums, her head nods up and down in agreement as she brings the girl's other hand up around her neck and circles her own arms around Santana's tiny waist.

"I know." She whispers into her ear, letting her mouth press little kisses to the skin just below.

They move around the room effortlessly, in each other's arms, for a few more songs until Santana reminds her that there is more to come with this night. She asks Brittany to take a seat on the couch that is up against the wall while she prepares dinner for them. The blonde offers help to cook but Santana only chuckles and tell her that the food is all ready, she just wants to make it presentable for her girlfriend.

When all is ready, Santana calls out to Brittany to come into the dining room. As she turns the corner of the wall where she's been sitting, the blonde is greeted with a beautiful set up on the dining room table. She giggles when she notices what it is that they are having for dinner and gives Santana a knowing smirk.

"We have peanut butter and jelly," The Latina motions towards the serving tray. "Peanut butter, with more peanut butter." She winks at her girl who is standing beside her, and then motions to the other end of the tray. "And of course, we have peanut butter and Fluff." Brittany hums her approval and much appreciation at her girlfriend taking the time to make her favorite treats. "And clearly, cut in little triangles because, well, I don't know any other way." She comments with amusement as Brittany leans into her side and kisses her cheek.

"This is adorable S." The blonde coos into her ear.

"I know this isn't fancy, doesn't really go with our elegant evening wear." Santana gesturing to their clothes and hair, and shrugs her shoulders. "But I know how much you love peanut butter and anything sandwiches."

"This is perfect, trust me." Brittany tells her, lacing their fingers together and letting Santana guide her into a chair.

"Would you like a glass of milk, grape soda, apple juice or water with your sandwiches?" The shorter girl asks, pointing to each of the named beverages that are presented on the table along with their treats. Brittany's eyes widen at the array of all of her favorite drinks out on display.

"Baby," The blonde sighs, feeling a little overwhelmed with how much and how well Santana actually knows her. It's kind of mind blowing and makes her stomach and heart do all kinds of aerobic activities inside her body. "You really didn't have to go crazy with all this." Santana places her hand on Brittany's thigh, caresses it over the smooth fabric of Brittany's short dress and shakes her head.

"I didn't go crazy, B." She tells her. "When it comes to you, I'd do anything, even if it's just get you your favorite drinks all at once, or make your favorite sandwich and cut them into little triangles." She explains carefully, keeping their eyes locked as she speaks. "Know that." The corner of Brittany's mouth curls up forming a half a smile on her face and her eyes glisten in the dimly lit room with tears of adoration as well as appreciation. "Now here, take a bite." Her smile turns into a full fledged one as Santana lifts one of the tiny triangular sandwiches to her lips for her to try.

They take turns feeding each other the cute little snacks, savoring the ones that Santana had sneakily made, peanut butter and Fluff and jelly. They laugh at the corny jokes they take turns telling, a few knock knock jokes and then one Brittany's dad had told Santana once on a trip to camp while Brittany was asleep. The blonde fawns over her girlfriend, playing with the ends of her hair, letting her fingers twirl the locks around and then untwirling them as they continue their conversations.

When the meal comes to a close, Santana puts off cleaning up, telling Brittany that there is one last place of this 'surprise night of romance'. She takes her hand and leads the blonde out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the dark hallway where the first floor bathroom is, the walk in closet where Mrs. Lopez 'hides' Christmas gifts and the den.

She pushes the door open to the den and then steps back, ushering her girlfriend into the room to be the first one inside. When Brittany steps in, Santana flicks the switch on the wall, illuminating this room with it's decorative Christmas lights, almost like the ones in the living room. The only difference is that these are those big bulb color ones, the ones Brittany picked out the one year the Lopez's went shopping for new Christmas decorations.

"I know how much you love Christmas." Santana whispers into her ear as she steps in behind the girl who is marveling at the room. "And how much you used to love making the 'bed' when we had sleepovers." She adds, pointing ahead of them and down, towards the copious amounts of sheets, blankets and comforters almost completely covering the floor of the den, creating a make-shift bed.

"That looks so fluffy." Brittany sighs out, the child still in her wanting so badly to just dive into the plush looking floor of blankets. Santana chuckles, being able to read her girlfriend's mind so easily and she kisses the inside of the blonde's neck.

"Why don't we get comfortable and then you can jump in." She explains, letting her finger trail itself beneath the strap of Brittany's dress and letting her lips move from the cheerleader's neck to her shoulder. "You take your shoes off and get settled, I'll be right back." With a final kiss to Brittany's cheek, Santana turns and makes her way down the hallway, leaving the blonde to take in the state of the room before her.

The floor looks just as it would have if they were nine years old and having a slumber party. It seems as though Santana has literally taken every single blanket and sheet in the Lopez house and used them to cover the floor, her own down comforter on top of all the rest. The blonde steps in further, takes a seat on the arm of the couch and brings her ankle up to rest on her knee to make it easier for her to remove her shoes. Once those are off, she reasons that there is no reason for her to be wearing the dress any longer; Santana did say to get comfortable.

She unzips the dress with ease, good choice on her part to pick the dress with the side zipper, and she slowly shimmies it down the length of her body. It hangs from her fingers when she picks it up from the floor and walks it over towards the computer chair to drape it over, being a Cheerio has given her an irrational fear of wrinkles, she wants the dress to maintain its smoothness. She stands there admiring the room, the way the red, green, orange and blue lights are strung up around the walls of the room and how Santana even brought out one of those tiny ceramic Christmas trees her mother always puts in the bay window.

"I think it's safe to say that you have the best body in the entire world." The husky voice that she would know in complete darkness breaks her from her musings, and she glances over her shoulder to find Santana standing in the doorway with an appreciative smirk on her lips. Her own blue eyes rake over the form of the Latina, she turns her body to face her, not even hiding her gawking and she nods with a smile.

"Are those the underwear I got you?" Brittany asks, eyeing up the waistband of the boxer briefs that Santana is wearing. The shorter girl chuckles lightly, nodding, and runs her thumb on the inside of the elastic. "I told you that you would look hot in those." The blonde reminds her in a sing song kind of voice, reaching her hands out as she steps a little closer to her girlfriend.

Santana puts her hands out, letting Brittany take them in her own and pull her towards the part of the room where the blankets are spread out for them. It's as soft as the blonde expected it to be, maybe even softer, and she cuddles her body into Santana's as she lets the delightful feeling of the warm body holding her coincide with the feather like gentleness beneath her.

She inhales, taking in the scent of Santana, that distinctive sweetness mixed with something Brittany can only think of as her fierceness, if fierce had a smell, it smelled like Santana and it was beautifully intoxicating. The Latina's lips ghost over the skin by the blonde's ear and she hums out a sigh, happy with everything, simply content. She sucks in some air, her lips part and her chest stutters as she decides to break the comfortable silence that has come over them within the last fifteen minutes.

"I want to show you how much you mean to me." Santana whispers into Brittany's ear. "I want you to feel how I feel." She brings her hand up and covers the spot over Brittany's heart, just above the fabric of her bra.

"Santana, I know." The blonde assures her, bringing her hand over her girlfriend's, her head nodding up and down as her chest begins to rise and fall at a quicker pace.

Somewhere between removing each other's bras, taking turns to shimmy out of their panties and underwear, the couple finds themselves slowly falling down to the cloud of blankets beneath them. Their bodies instantly connect, legs entwined together, hands finding skin and lips tasting lips. When they pull apart, their breath mixes and they remain silent.

Brown eyes stare deeply into blue eyes, wondering if it actually is possible for Brittany to see it, all of it, the feelings that are so woven within her heart, mind, body and whatever else they can be kept. Her hand turns over, letting the back of it rest against the blonde's bare chest so her palm can feel her girlfriend's. Their fingertips touching get them to grin back at one another, both moving their faces closer to let their lips graze.

Santana presses forward, pushing their lips harder together into a set of deeper kisses. A grunt of a groan escapes Brittany's mouth which pours into Santana's, who greedily takes it in, tasting it on her tongue and swallows it. With another firm kiss to the blonde's mouth, their foreheads rest against each other, their heavy breath mixing together as they watch Santana's hand lift from Brittany's chest and above her head.

With a single finger, the others spread apart to only use the one digit, she brushes some of Brittany's hair from her face and watches her action intently. The pads of her fingers come to caress soft, pale skin gently, tracing out the dips and curves of Brittany's cheeks, chin and lips. Her eyes find the ones looking up at her once again, a breath of a smile coming from her parted lips hitting the blonde's tongue as her mouth hangs open watching Santana's ever so slow movements.

"I remember when we were younger." Santana whispered, her eyes trained on the way her finger presses just underneath Brittany's chin and lifts it up just so. "You danced in the talent show." Her gaze flickers to meet Brittany's for a moment, sharing a soft grin. "You were so nervous, but you looked so pretty in your dress." She dips her head down to place a small kiss to the blonde's chin. "It was purple." She chuckles, moving her lips to leave another kiss right beside where the first one went. "Your mom told you to pretend that you were dancing in the backyard, you know," Santana pauses for a moment to look back up at Brittany to see if she remembers.

"Like it was just you and me." She croaks out, her voice unsteady and her breathing uneven.

"And you did." Santana beams, letting her lips find the dancer's skin with her mouth again. "I knew then just how special you were." Her tongue pokes out, allowing her to taste the sweetness of Brittany's neck, trailing it all the way up to her chin and then all the way down to her collar bone. "You make me want to be better." She can't help the way her voice cracks when she says this and tries to cover it up with more kisses, but Brittany hears it and soon her hands are covering the sides of her face pulling her back up to eye level.

"You're the best person I know." Brittany tells her, chest heaving and lips being moistened by her pink tongue. Santana stares back at her curiously, and then amazed, then she just stares at her like she is the only person in the world.

With a gulp, a lick of her own lips and a dip of her head she kisses Brittany right on the mouth. She whispers 'I love you' as their lips part, before their tongues meet, and she presses her free hand down to the covers beneath them. The blonde's hands soon become lost within dark locks, pulling Santana's harder into her own wanting to taste all of that mouth.

"I want you." Brittany whimpers, eyes pop open and Santana can see the desire behind those blue eyes she knows so very well. A long, toned leg bends upward, the inside brushes against a tanned hip and ribcage, while hands move from hair to a back with fingers digging into the flesh. "Tell me you want me." The blonde rasps, her head lifted from the pillow so she speaks directly into Santana's ear, letting her lips ghost her girlfriend's ear lobe. She grins, bites her lower lip and lets her fingers tickle the skin under her touch when she feels the Latina shiver. "I want you to tell me." She adds, tilting her head to the side when she feels Santana's kisses moving to her neck.

"Mmm." The girl above her hums into her skin, she can feel a tentative smile tweaking at the corners of her mouth. Brittany's back slightly arches up from the plethora of comforters beneath her at the feeling of Santana's fingers dancing down the front of her body. Her head comes up so she can see what the girl hovering over her is doing, wanting to see how she plans to touch her. "I want you." She tells Brittany and uses the strength of her body resting on her forearm to lift her head up to look at her face. "I always do." Her head nods up and down, a bashful smile graces her lips before she clears her throat.

Santana turns her body just enough for the both of them to watch the outsides of her index and middle finger graze the inside of Brittany's thigh, both letting out airy giggles when the blonde moves her leg, spreading herself wider. Her hips involuntary jerk, subtlely, but obviously considering how quiet and still everything else in the room is. Brittany tickles up and down the tanned arm, the one connected to the hand that is teasingly moving between her thighs, as though waiting for her to beg and plead to be touched.

"You're so hard." Brittany points out, her eyes are glued to her girlfriend's raging erection that is pressing into her side as well as Santana's stomach. The Latina chuckles, nods her head and takes a look at what she can already feel is a stiffy.

"Yeah, well," She shrugs her shoulders, not at all lifting her hand from between the blonde's legs and then shakes her head. "You're kind of sexy Miss Pierce." Santana winks and leans in to press a kiss to the tip of the other girl's nose. "No." She mutters when she sees her girlfriend lower her hand, the obvious intention to help her out, but the hand stops and blue eyes flicker up. "Not yet." Santana whispers, a tiny grin on her lips, letting their lips meet for a quick but meaningful kiss.

"But what…" Brittany starts but is only silenced by Santana's shaking head.

"Trust me."

The hand that had been tickling the inside of her thigh moves over the top, fingertips and nails trickling over her hip bone until being splayed across her stomach. Santana's thumb moves over the skin, watching her ministrations carefully and with admiration at the way it feels. She kisses Brittany's shoulder, then neck and then at the spot just above her left breast. The hand lowers, finally making its journey towards the much needed destination, and the blonde quivers at the feeling of fingertips brushing over the smooth skin of where she'd recently shaved.

Even though these fingers have been touching her body for well over forty-five minutes already, when they reach this spot they feel cold, but it's welcoming and her stomach shakes. A tiny sound pops from her throat when Santana's index finger runs along her slick folds. The Latina sucks in air, eyebrows raise and her jaw nearly drops at the moist sensation already present at her girlfriend's centre. Of course Brittany is not at all surprised, knowing full well just how incredible aroused Santana can make her, but it doesn't make her smile any less when each time Santana is left in awe.

The tip of her finger slides all the way up, quickly bumping into the bundle of nerves that is swollen with want and need, slightly coating it with her own juices. Brittany's breath catches in her throat, hands grip at Santana's shoulder and bicep as though trying to still herself even though her hips seem to have a mind of their own. Soon enough, the blonde can feel Santana bring the tip of her middle finger to join the other, using them just to glide up and down at her entrance.

Her wrist turns, Brittany can tell because of the way the fingertips move against her and she adjusts to spread her legs more. Santana kisses her cheek, tells her she's beautiful, and then slowly slides one finger inside of Brittany. A long, almost whimpering moan escapes the blonde's lips, letting some of the air she lets out hit the side of Santana's face when she turns her head. At a torturous pace, the Latina pulls her finger out, leaving the tip inside to only slide it back all the way in. She repeats the process, at the same speed for a few more times, her eyes taking in the expressions changing over her girlfriend's face.

"Uh huh." Brittany sighs, her head nods up and down, her hands loosening and tightening around Santana's limbs.

"Hmm." The Latina squeaks as she lets out a breath, getting a cute smile from the beautiful blonde below her. Her lips find Brittany's shoulder once again, her tongue pokes out as her lips part and she sucks gently onto the flesh.

The finger sliding in and out of her moves faster, with a firmer touch than before, curling slightly up and presses into a sensitive spot. Brittany's hips jerk up, her girlfriend's palm hitting her clit in the process causing her to legs to squirm and fidget beyond her control. She performs the same action and gets the same results, and she turns her head so her nose presses to Santana's cheek and she breathes hotly into the Latina's ear.

"Yes." It comes out slightly high pitched, but it's a barely there whisper that instead of hurting Santana's ear drums, it sends chills down her body and goose bumps form over her skin.

Her finger continues to curl with each outward thrust, letting her palm brush against Brittany's clit every other time to get her to wriggle beneath her. Her mouth moves along the damp skin of the blonde's shoulder and over to her neck, kissing and tonguing her way up her cheek and finding the corner of Brittany's mouth.

"You feel amazing." Santana murmurs before kissing there, getting a shivering 'mhmm' in response along with a few nods from the blonde.

She dips her head, letting her nose rest to Brittany's cheek and slowly lowers the top of her body down her girlfriend's, her nose and lips grazing every inch she can. Her full lips close around a hardened nipple, flicking it with her tongue and sucking on it eliciting louder noises from the body she is manipulating with her own. Both of Brittany's hands wage war on placement, moving from the Latina's neck to her back and then her arms only to start the rotation all over again.

Still with only one finger, she uses more pressure, pressing up as she pumps in and out of her girlfriend's soaked entrance, teasing her clit with the heel of her hand every time she thrusts in. The blonde's lithe legs squeeze in and then spread out wider as the speed picks up, hips lifting from the down comforters beneath her to meet each movement. Sweat collects at the small of Santana's back and at her brow, her own arousal only growing with each pant and moan that pours from Brittany's lips and the way her throat pushes out strangled sounds of pleasure.

Her mouth releases the stiff peak she's been feasting on, kisses it gently before poking her tongue out to lap up the taste of her girlfriend's perspiration between her breasts. There's something so tantalizing about the sweetness of it, it intrigues the dark haired girl how sweat can taste so delicious, but she doesn't dwell on it for long because all she can seem to do is enjoy it. Her nose presses against the blonde's sternum for concentration and to dismiss the burning in her forearm. The pain is not a problem really, a minor discomfort that she is more than willing to ignore, because the sight beneath her is too much and too beautiful to disregard.

She glances up from her place, the area between Brittany's chest where she has taken refuge, to see her girlfriend's head back to the pillow, almost fighting to keep it raised. Her neck is arched, shoulders pressed into the makeshift bed, and the small of her back is lifted from the sheets as well. It's coming, she's going to be coming, and the thought or rather the knowledge of that makes Santana think that it's entirely possible for her to come without even being touched.

"I want you to come." Santana pants against her lover's chest, kissing the other breast quickly on her way back up to meet Brittany's eyes. "I want to make you come baby." Her voice cracks and she isn't entirely sure why. When those blue eyes frantically lock into hers, she can't help but gulp in reaction. She groans out an unsteady sound when a loud cry crawls from Brittany's throat, a sigh of surprise and a high pitched moan like breath empties out into the room.

"Yes." Brittany yells out, pulling one of her hands away from Santana's bicep and throwing her forearm over her forehead. "Yes!" Louder this time with her hips jerking into the tanned hand that is hovering over her most intimate spot and pushes the digit further inside of her with each motion. "Oh, Sa…" Her girlfriend's name trails off at the tip of her tongue letting her lick her lips as her heavy breathing has dried them out. "San… tana!" It comes out so slowly, like she's testing the name out for the first time and the Latina can't help but think of how incredibly erotic her name suddenly sounds.

When Brittany's body stills, back arched and hips raised, Santana slows her thrusts but does not cease. She lessens the pressure, gently curling her finger only pressing gently on it to guide Brittany near the end of her orgasm. Their lips meet in a frantic kiss, realizing how cold their mouths are from hanging open for so long and relishing in the safety the taste of the other's tongue provides. The blonde hums into her girlfriend's mouth, a smile forming into the kiss and her arm rises from her head so her hand can find a part of Santana to touch.

Brittany grunts in surprise and somewhat disapproval when she no longer feels Santana inside of her, her curious blues finding determined browns looking back at her. The Latina smirks, taking note of the cheerleader's hips still moving of their own accord, as though savoring every single bit of the orgasm she is still riding out. She watches Santana shift so her body is on top of hers, but not touching, and a squeak pops from Brittany's lips.

"I want to go down on you." Santana tells her while she brings the still glistening finger up to her lips and slips it between her luscious lips. "Mmm," She moans, lips still wrapped around her digit. "You just taste so damn good." She winks after removing her finger, settling her hand down by Brittany's waist onto the sheets and blankets.

Without waiting for a response from her girlfriend, Santana lowers her body down Brittany's, letting her lips find patches of skin to adorn with open mouth kisses and licks. She adjusts herself into position between the blonde's legs, letting Brittany's thighs rest on her shoulders, heels to her back. Her head turns so she can leave a trail of tiny pecks to the insides of both legs, but unlike before, she doesn't waste her time in getting to the point.

Her mouth soon finds the spot she feels the need to get reacquainted with, setting a kiss right to the bundle of nerves that seems to still be aching for attention. Brittany's hand finds the back of Santana's head, gently pulling her closer but not wanting to be forceful. The Latina can't help but chuckle through a smile as she moves forward once again, opening her mouth to give the blonde's pussy a full on kiss, tongue and all.

"Oh!" Brittany moans, her eyes roll in the back of her head and she bites on her lower lip. Santana's hands tuck beneath the blonde's ass and grip at the back of her hips to keep her flush against her mouth. "Ungh." A strangled grunt echoes into the den, only urging Santana on and she dips her tongue deep within the blonde.

"Mmm." Santana hums against Brittany, her tanned fingers dig into the flesh of her girlfriend's backside. "Brittany." She says between kisses, her voice dripping with arousal and lust and want. "Brittany, baby." She repeats, the term of endearment getting the blonde's attention quickly and she lifts her head questioningly. "I…" She begins, but then suddenly feels slightly self conscious and nervous. Her eyes glance down at the blonde's glistening core, making her lick her lips, a natural reaction for her.

"What is it honey?" Brittany asks sweetly, her head tilts to the side and her hand moves from the back of Santana's head to her cheek and caresses it with her thumb.

With a deep breath, one last kiss to her girlfriend's most intimate place, Santana clears her throat and moves herself from her lying down position between Brittany's long legs. She shifts upwards, but with the cheerleader's legs still over her shoulders, only showing her flexibility which Santana takes full note of. They giggle at one another as they take that little fact in and the Latina lowers her face to kiss Brittany, letting her taste herself on her lips and tongue.

"I want to ask you something." Santana tentatively starts, her eyes flickering from Brittany's and to where her hand is situated by the pillow. "And, it's kind of… well," She rolls her eyes at herself, wondering when she'd gotten so embarrassed when it comes to sex, especially with Brittany. "I've been wanting to try something because, I think you would like it and I mean…"

"What it is?" Brittany giggles out gently, her hand still lightly touching her girlfriend's cheek and finally gets that smile she wants from Santana.

"I…" Her lips twist, wondering if she is actually going to be able to say these words out loud, because inside her head when she's thinking about it appears to be a different story. But she sucks it up, lowers her mouth so her lips ghost over Brittany's ear, she whispers, "I want you to sit on my face." She takes a few long seconds before pulling herself back up to read Brittany's expression. It's not so different than the way the blonde looked before she said those words, but her eyebrows are a little closer together and her eyes do show a bit of confusion so she elaborates a bit more. "You know, I want to like, eat you out like that."

Brittany's mouth opens, forming into the 'o' shape of understanding and she nods once as her eyes trail around the corners of the room. Santana stays still, arms stretched out with her fists pressed into the ground holding herself up as she waits for some words in response. The blonde brings both of her hands to the sides of Santana's arms, running them up and down softly over her girlfriend's muscles and smooth skin.

"You really want me to do that?" Brittany asks, sounding intrigued but definitely surprised, not so much by the bold request but more because Santana is so nervous about it. The Latina gnaws on her lower lips, not even trying to hide the grin that comes to her face, and she nods quickly.

"So fucking bad." She admits, turning her head to kiss the inside of Brittany's knee that is still very much resting on her shoulder. "I think you'd look so fuckin' sexy above me, rubbing yourself onto me." She smirks and kisses the other leg. "Making my tongue go deep inside of you, the way you like it." She rasps out with a wink and it only takes a couple of seconds for Brittany to nod her head slowly and say 'okay'.

Their lips meet for a long, sweet kiss as they adjust their positions. Santana helps Brittany lower her legs from her shoulders, resting her feet to the plush cushioning beneath them, and twists her body so that she can lie on her back. Her hands lean down behind her, holding her up into a sitting position while Brittany shifts between her legs and onto her knees. When their lips part, blues eyes glance down between tanned legs to take in just how hard her girlfriend is, but before she can do anything about it Santana is grabbing her arm and shaking her head.

The Latina shimmies down into a lying position, smiling as the blonde watches her, throwing her leg over Santana's torso so she is straddling the girl. The shorter girl's hands come to rest at the dancer's thighs, gently pressing her fingers into the flesh there, massaging with her palms and fingertips. Brittany stays still in her kneeling position with her knees just a few inches away from Santana's arm pits with a look of uncertainty on her face.

"Here." Santana softly tells her, grabbing for both of the blonde's hands with her own and tugs her gently in the desired direction. She can sense that Brittany is not quite sure where to go, where to move, what to do and so she shows her. "Bring your knees over," She motions with her head towards the spot right beside her where the pillow no longer is. "Here." She finishes with a smile when Brittany does so, without much direction, and is now kneeling over Santana with her most intimate spot hovering over her mouth. "Okay?" She asks, cautiously turning her head to kiss her girlfriend's leg beside her. Their fingers lace together, Brittany lifts herself up a little more so that she can see Santana's mouth.

"Are you okay?" Brittany questions nervously, keeping herself held up. Santana giggles, nodding her head up and down and rubbing her thumb to the back of the blonde's left hand.

"Yes." She tells her, a smirk playing on her lips. "Trust me, okay?" Brittany bites her lower lip, nods as well and takes in a deep breath. "Okay."

They finally decide that everyone's 'okay' and with a tiny tug on Brittany's hand from Santana, the blonde carefully lowers herself to her girlfriend's waiting mouth. The contact is instant, seeing as Brittany is the one in charge here, and Santana's mouth is immediately greeted by the wetness of the blonde's wet center. She hums in delight, eyes widening at the weight of Brittany pressing herself onto her making her member twitch against her stomach. She bends her own knees and her hips jerk up in dire need of some kind of touch down there, but all in due time she tells herself.

"Mhmm." Santana groans, letting her mouth open and her tongue slip through Brittany's fold tasting her sweetness once again. Her head moves to nod, to let the girl above her know everything is good, the movement itself gets a reaction.

"Ungh." Brittany moans in a high pitched tone and her hips grind down, gently of course, for some more friction.

The Latina pushes her tongue through her girlfriend's slick folds and thrusts inside of her, feeling a new depth at this new angle. Their hands tighten, their fingers woven into one another, keeping the other as steady as possible while Brittany's forehead creases at this new sensation. Santana opens her mouth wider, still keeping her tongue moving in and out of Brittany, but wide enough so that her top lip comes in contact with the blonde's clit.

"Oh…" Her eyes close briefly and she drops one of Santana's hands, reaching with her free one to grasp the couch cushion in front of her. She squeezes it into her fist, opening her eyes to look down at Santana watching her. The Latina's now free hands finds itself sliding up the cheerleader's thigh until finally coming to rest at the spot just below her belly button, moving to urge her on in grinding down onto her face. "Hmph, Santana, you look so… hot." These words come through clenched teeth and she leans her head forward, just shy of it resting against the couch cushion along with her hand. "God," She tosses her head back momentarily, only to bring her focus back to the girl between her legs. "You're so fucking good at this." She moans, the fingers of her right hand digging into the back of the left one of the girl beneath her.

The Latina's hand on the blonde's stomach lowers until her thumb comes in contact with Brittany's clit and she presses it, getting the girl above her to jerk her body under her touch. She grins as she continues to push her tongue inside of Brittany, loving the feeling of her muscles tightening around her as she moves it. The blonde's breathing picks up, her chest heaves and her eyes fight to stay open as the speed on both her clit and the thrusts go faster and harder.

Her hips move along with the motions, and any inhibitions of jerking her hips too hard into her girlfriend's very pretty face have gone out the window. It also doesn't help at the hums and moans she hears and feels hit her body as they come pouring out of Santana's mouth and hit her in all the right places. With more pressure, she pushes herself down hard, the shorter girl's tongue reaching as far as it will go and her thumb continues to rub tight circles around her clit, Brittany's legs tighten around her girlfriend's head. She grinds down, not too hard, but enough to send her over the edge for a second time.

Santana savors the taste of Brittany's orgasm, loving the way it feels around her tongue as the blonde's body reacts to the way she touches her so intimately. Her hand moves from the dancer's stomach to her back to help guide her in her movements, to let her feel comfortable with everything that she has doing and has been doing to get off. The fact that she has just gotten off nearly humping Santana's face sends a shiver of added arousal to the pit of Santana's stomach and she can feel pre-cum drip from the tip of her cock and onto her stomach. This feeling only spurs the Latina on to continue moving her tongue in and out of the blonde as she rides out her second orgasm.

"Uh, uhoh, yes." Brittany moans in a grunting formation of words, or non words.

Santana shifts her shoulder, brushing it up against Brittany's inner thigh causing the blonde to open herself wider. This movement gives the shorter girl the opportunity to dislodge her mouth from the blonde's center, take a breath with her mouth and grin up at her, the skin around her lips glistening.

"Lift this leg up." She politely motions for Brittany to lift her left leg up and when she does so, Santana quickly rolls out from underneath her and positions herself behind the still kneeling Brittany.

"What… are you doing?" Brittany asks breathlessly, still working her body through the high, taking in to account that her girlfriend is situating herself right behind her.

Tanned hands come to rest at the cheerleader's hips, pulls at them gently so that her backside sticks out, and then presses her chest to the blonde's back. Her lips meet Brittany's sweaty neck, leaving lingering, passionate kisses towards her ear.

"I'm making love to you." Santana whispers, lowering one hand from Brittany's hip to grip at her raging member that has been otherwise ignored this whole time. She groans at the feeling of stroking herself, Brittany's sweat along with her own helping with the motions. "I love you so much babe." She mumbles into Brittany's back, pressing a sloppy kiss between her shoulder blades before resting her forehead there to watch as she brings the tip of her cock to the blonde's soaked entrance.

"Ungh." Brittany hisses in a squeaked moan, the initial contact of Santana pressing into her so appealing right now on so many levels. She lowers the upper half of her body, allowing her butt to stick out a little further to make things a little easier on the girl behind her.

"Hmph." Santana grunts, pushing her full length into Brittany, bringing her hips flush against her girl's backside. "Fuck." She breathes out, lifting her forehead from the blonde's back and watches as her hands come up to caress the moist skin in front of her. "Are you still coming?" She asks, already finding a steady pace for them. The question itself causes a whimper to tumble from Brittany's lips, but if that isn't anything to go by, the look she throws over her shoulder with her lower lip between her teeth and the frantic nod sure is.

Santana doesn't slow down to let Brittany catch up with her second orgasm and get ready for a third, no. Her hips jerk quicker, her hands grip tighter at the blonde's waist, wanting the end result to be something that neither one of them forget. She trails one of her hands up the blonde's torso, grabbing at the flesh of her breasts and squeezes each one with vigor all the while pulling at the blonde to straighten up. Soon, Brittany gets this, and lifts her upper body until her back is pressed up against the front of Santana's body.

"Oh my God, oh my God." Brittany chants, her hips moving in circles and back and forth as Santana pumps in and out of her. Her hands reach behind her to grab at any part of Santana that she can find, her neck, arms until deciding on one on her neck and one on her backside. "Fuck." She groans as her own hand pulls Santana to use more force and faster speed.

But just as quickly as she has been moving, she slows it down, drawing out each and every thrust at a glacial pace. The longer and slower she moves her hips the longer and louder the moans escape Brittany's lips. She smiles to herself, then against the blonde's neck, then her cheek until finally she is smiling against Brittany's lips. Their lips open, push their tongues into one another's mouth for a deep, long languid kiss full of passion. Tanned hands come up to cup perky, milky white breasts, manipulating them to form to her palms with the perfect pressure.

The blonde's hips move along with the pace created by her girlfriend, letting the rhythm settle between their bodies in a pleasurable way. She groans and sighs into the Latina's mouth, whimpers against her lips when Santana licks her lips with a flick of her tongue as her hands become lost deep within those dark locks. With a smirk, Santana pulls her head back to fully look at Brittany who has her neck craned to the side enough to make eye contact with her lover.

"Do you want to, ya know," Santana whines through her pants, her hips having a trouble maintaining this pace. "Do this face to face?" Her eyebrows scrunch together in that cute, innocent, uncertain kind of way that makes Brittany's knees go weak. The blonde smiles through those unshed happy tears and she nods, rubbing her fingertips into the Latina's scalp as she does so.

Only for a moment, Santana slips her cock from the comfortable place it's been nesting in between Brittany's legs. The blonde turns over, resting her back against the pillows they both quickly set up against the foot of the couch so that she doesn't have to lie on her back. Santana shuffles closer, Brittany's legs on her thighs and spread wider than before, perfect for her to fit with room to move.

She takes her dick with one hand, brings the other to the couch cushion, and they both watch as she brings the tip of her penis to Brittany's entrance. Santana doesn't wait to tease as she normally does, she pushes herself past the blonde's swollen folds and buries herself deep inside of her. They groan against the other's sweaty skin, pale hands come to a tanned back and nearly claw at the skin as hips meet hips.

"I am so in love with you." Santana mumbles against Brittany's collar bone, trailing kisses up to reach her lips. When she hears a whimper she pulls back to see the blonde's eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open and her chest heaving. "God, you're so sexy." She leans her head down to kiss the tops of her girlfriend's breasts as her hips jerk faster and faster, harder and harder.

She pulls all the way out, leaving just the tip in and at the high pitched sounds coming from Brittany she takes herself in her hand and starts jerking off. The tip of her cock rubs perfectly at the blonde's clit, causing her eyes to pop open and air refuses to enter or leave her lungs, blues eyes locked on to brown ones. Brittany nods up and down frantically, her hand comes down to Santana's forearm that is burning from exertion.

"Santana!" She yells, finally finding the ability to breathe again, and she takes in a sharp gasp of air just when her legs start to quiver and close in around Santana's hips. "II feel, I'm gonna…" She pants, not able to even speak because her mind is going blank, her vision blurry, only able to make out the face of her girlfriend along with white dots dancing before her eyes.

The Latina pushes herself deep in again, quickly bringing herself almost out and jerking off once again letting the tip of her dick rub just inside of Brittany. The blonde winces, her head flicks to the side, then back to give her full attention to Santana and her hips jut up from the ground and still.

Her legs tighten and loosen, seemingly out of her control along with the rest of her body that shudders and her hands not even sure what to do. She grasps at any and every part of Santana's body as a gush of liquid pours from her body and covers her girlfriend's member and hand. Her eyes widen at the feeling of completely letting go, only to go wider when she feels Santana's entire length being buried deep inside of her once again.

Santana smiles down at her girlfriend, leaning her clenched fists down against the comforters, blankets and sheets beside Brittany's convulsing hips. She pumps in and out of her faster and faster, slamming her hips down and up into her girlfriend, breathing heavily at the feeling of Brittany's muscles quiver and tighten around her cock as she orgasms. The blonde's climax continues to drip out of her as Santana's cock slides in and out of her, their moans and groans only increasing with each motion.

Brittany doesn't even get the chance to catch her breath before she has another orgasm, her voice cracks as she screams out in full release. Her back arches up from the pillows and her head flies back while her hands grab at Santana's ass, squeezing it hard and gentle at the same time.

"Holy shit, fuck!" Brittany yells out, the sweat from her body and Santana's body making their chest slip and slide over each other's skin. "Oh… my… San…tana!." The end of the Latina's name trails off into a high pitched moan which is when Santana's hips nearly still, the blonde's hips still grinding up into her own.

She feels herself empty into Brittany, jerking her hips once then three times more to fully come inside of her, still feeling the blonde's pussy muscles tighten around her cock as she rides her third orgasm out. Their lips meet for a quick kiss, unable to catch their breath to have a longer more passionate kiss, but it doesn't matter because the passion is everywhere.

Brittany grins goofily, their hips moving slowly against each other as they continue to let their orgasms ride off into the sunset. Her fingertips are buzzing, her toes nearly numb and she can even feel her hair shivering, that's how amazing back to back, insanely mind blowing orgasms with Santana apparently are. The Latina chuckles, her breath still unsteady, and she brings her lips back down to Brittany's.

"You feel good baby?" She asks softly, licking her own lips and tasting Brittany's mouth and sweat on her tongue. Brittany laughs, raises her eyebrows for a moment and watches her hand come to Santana's chest and the way her fingers slip and slide against her wet from sweat skin.

"I… I don't…" She stammers and takes in a breath, gulping as though that will get the air to her lungs faster. Her head shakes from side to side and she giggles some more. "You… I can't words right now." She admits airily, getting a chuckle from the girl above her, and she finally lets her body fall back to the pillow. "Fuck." She sighs in defeat and a small smirk playing on her lips. "Just…fuck."