A/N: OMG guyssss! I was rereading from Ch. 20 and there are SO many spelling and grammar mistakes *runs and hides in embarrassment*. Truly apologise. Chapters will all be checked and reloaded.

Can you believe I started this fic only three short weeks ago? Tempus fugit…

Also, fluff seems to be the flavour of the day so prepare yourselves for a little more…and for some more jelly Britt (I'm excited for that :D).

Enjoy and send your feedback my way!

-H

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

CHAPTER 29

Brittany yawned widely and stretched before turning onto her side and curling back behind Santana and throwing an arm around her, hugging her tightly. Her girlfriend responded sleepily, snuggling back. Brittany smiled at the feeling of Santana's naked ass rubbing her core every so slightly. Normally, Brittany would have the Latina on her back and be between her legs before she'd even woken up properly.

But it was Monday, which meant that their fairytale weekend had come to an end and it was back to the real world. Even though the pair had made sweet love for hours before falling asleep, Brittany felt wide-awake. She had energy, which normally she'd put to very good use with her tongue, or her fingers…

Ugh. Now I'm horny.

Brittany buried her face into the back of Santana's neck, but the intoxicating scent of her girlfriend wasn't helping. The blonde moaned mournfully and rolled onto her back, running a hand through her hair. Santana must've understood her moans because she lifted her arm and grabbed her phone, checking the time. She replaced it and rolled over, landing on top of Brittany.

"We have twenty minutes before the alarm goes off," she mumbled, placing sleepy kisses across Brittany's chest.

"You sure?" Brittany asked.

"Hmmm," Santana replied, meeting her girlfriend's mouth for a kiss.

It was soft and languid and so, so beautiful. They moved together and came together perfectly. Brittany lay on Santana's stomach afterwards and they both breathed a little heavily.

"I love you," Santana said softly, running her hand over Brittany's head.

Brittany smiled into Santana's abs and kissed them softly. "I love you too."

They lay like that, just being with each other until Santana's phone started chiming. The Latina moved slightly to turn it off before sitting up, forcing Brittany into her lap. The blonde looked up at her beautiful girlfriend, with a combination of bed and sex hair framing her face as she smiled down.

"You get more beautiful every time I wake up with you," Brittany whispered, resting her hand against Santana's cheek.

She leaned into it and kissed Brittany's palm. "We need to get up, babe."

Brittany nodded, but neither looked like they were going to move anytime soon. They just stared into each other's eyes, having a conversation that only they understood.

Santana's back up alarm went off, breaking their gaze. Brittany rose from Santana's lap and stretched again, finding some muscles a little stiff from their morning love tryst. She felt a pair of lips graze across her back and glanced behind her to see Santana on her knees, the covers hanging around her waist.

"I feel like we need a week like spring break in Columbus to catch our bodies up with each other," Brittany said with a smile. "I can't stop wanting you all the damn time."

"Hmmm," Santana hummed in agreement. "Just as well you're moving in."

"Mama?"

Brittany and Santana both whirled around, pulling the covers up over their naked bodies. Bella was standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, her one hand on the door handle. Brittany glanced at her girlfriend who had the same panicked look on her face that she was sure she did.

"Morning, baby girl. Why don't you go and wash your face and pick out your clothes for the day?" Santana suggested nervously, subtly making sure that she was completely covered.

Bella nodded sleepily and walked towards the bathroom. Santana fell back against the pillows, an arm over her eyes. She was shaking her head slightly.

"She didn't see anything, San," Brittany said soothingly.

"This time," Santana replied with a scowl. "God, we're going to have to be really careful. We can't just have sex whenever and wherever anymore. It's not like before, B. If Bella ever walked in on us, that would scar her for life."

Brittany shrugged to herself. "I think we look hot when we have sex."

"Seriously, B? You're thinking about our sex tape when my daughter almost walked in on us?"

Brittany sighed. "San, we're going to be living together and I know that it's gonna be just as hard for you to keep your hands off me as it is for me to keep my hands off you. With the amount of sex that we're going to be having, your daughter is going to figure out that something is happening. So, we have two options: we can try and play dumb, but I think we both know Bella wouldn't appreciate that. Or we can give her a codeword so that she knows that she can't disturb us during that time."

"A codeword?" Santana repeated. "Like what?"

"I dunno. Something simple and innocent."

Santana grinned. "Like eating guavas?"

"Ew," Brittany said, wrinkling her nose, but sporting a huge grin. She leaned forward and kissed Santana. "I love your dirty mind."

"Hmmm," Santana hummed, licking her lips when Brittany pulled away. "You can use the shower first if you want."

Brittany pushed the covers off and stood up, flexing her arms to get the blood flowing. Santana's eyes were fixed on her chest as her breasts bounced at the action and she bit her lip, rolled her eyes and buried herself in the covers. Brittany chuckled and grabbed Santana's bathrobe from the back of the door, humming as she made her way to the shower.


"Ready?"

"Ready."

Santana knocked on DC's office door and peeked inside after his call to enter. He smiled at her and stood up.

"Come in, come in!" he said. "I trust you ladies had a good weekend?"

"Uh, yeah, that would definitely be one way to describe it," Santana said, sending Brittany a small grin.

They stood shoulder to shoulder in front of DC's desk. As they'd discussed, Santana took point.

"Um, DC, we have something we want to tell you. It's not something we have to tell you, but we'd like you to know because we trust you and we think it's fair."

"Ok," DC said slowly, sitting back down. "I feel like I should be worried."

"Well, no, you don't need to be. I mean, I don't think you need to be. We're professionals," Santana said.

DC gave the Latina an interesting look, and then gave Brittany the same one.

"Are you two together?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

Santana threw up her hands. "Seriously, we obviously suck at looking like we're not together."

Brittany shrugged. "I don't mind that," she said softly.

Santana sent her a small smile that was returned. "Uh, for the record, DC, yes, we are together. And we just wanted to let you know that we will remain absolutely professional whilst on school grounds and representing the school and all that. We just didn't want you to hear something from someone that could call your judgement into question."

"Oh, pish posh," DC said dismissively. "I'm very happy for the both of you. I must admit, I did have my suspicions. Not many people look at each other the way you two have been looking at each other. Besides that, your sexual orientation or your choice of partner has no bearing on your abilities as teachers at this school. You're still two of my best, most popular teachers and I'd like it to stay that way."

Santana flushed and a quick glance to her left showed her girlfriend with a similar expression.

"Thank you, DC," Santana said sincerely. "I can't tell you how much we appreciate your support on this."

"I somehow don't think it would've mattered," the principal said with a grin.

Santana chuckled. "No, it wouldn't have."

DC laughed lightly and then sat up suddenly. "Oh, Santana, while I have you here, there's something I'd like to tell you."

"Oh?" Santana asked, suddenly a little worried that she may have done something wrong.

"Well, it's more a congratulations, really," DC continued. "As you know, Mr. Fuller is no longer with us and although we've filled his post, his seniority needs to be accounted for."

Santana's heart started thudding. Could this be in connection with the HOD position that she'd heard DC slip up about last week?

"I know you haven't been here all that long, but your track record is immaculate and your hard work speaks for itself. If you'd agree, I'd like to offer you the Head of Department position in our English department?"

Brittany gripped her hand and squeezed.

"Um, DC, th-that's amazing," Santana stumbled. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Say yes, silly!" Brittany encouraged.

"Oh, yes, yes! I totally accept!"

"Excellent," DC said, standing up and shaking Santana's hand. "There's a little bit of paperwork that we need to go over. When would be good for you to do that?"

"Um, well we finally have a script for the musical," Santana started.

"San wrote it," Brittany said proudly.

"Multitalented," DC said, impressed.

"Hmmm," Brittany agreed and Santana sent her a warning look after detecting her not so subtle undertone.

Brittany just wrinkled her nose mischievously.

"Anyway, we need to get casting as quickly as possible," Santana continued. "But maybe we could go through it quickly first thing after school? It normally takes the kids about half an hour to get changed and settled before we're ready to start rehearsals anyway. Britt can always get them started."

"Perfect. I'll see you then. And Santana, keep up the good work."

Santana just smiled warmly and turned to leave the office. They were barely out the door before Brittany wrapped her up in a bear hug. The Latina did her best to hug her back, but her arms were pinned at her sides.

"San, ohmygod! I'm so proud of you!" she squealed.

"Thanks, B," Santana replied in a soft voice, still letting the news sink in.

"Everything's happening for us," Brittany said, releasing her girlfriend slightly, looking at her with bright eyes.

Santana smiled widely. "I guess you must be my good luck charm."

Brittany grinned and her eyes went wide as she suddenly got an idea. Santana just looked at her, waiting patiently for the blonde to share her thoughts.

"San! I just came up with the perfect codeword!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Good luck! We can tell Bella that we need some good luck, which means she can't disturb us."

Santana chuckled. It actually was quite perfect.

"You're brilliant, babe."

Brittany grinned and started automatically leaning forward but immediately caught herself. Santana felt her heart melt at the little pout her girlfriend was now sporting.

"Damn, I really wanna kiss you," Brittany mumbled.

Santana glanced at her watch and grabbed Brittany's hand, pulling her quickly to the dance studio. Between that and her classroom, the studio was closer. She opened the studio door, leaving the lights off and pulled her girlfriend inside, closing the door behind her and locking it.

"I love being sneaky," Brittany giggled, reaching for the Latina in the dark room.

Their bodies met and their lips collided. They didn't need to see each other in order in order to perfectly mould their bodies together. Brittany's tongue stroked against Santana's, causing the Latina to moan and push her against the nearest wall. She bit Brittany's lip gently, encouraging the blonde to grind their hips together, and trailed soft kisses down Brittany smooth neck.

"Careful," Brittany breathed. "I've barely managed to cover the ones you've already left there."

Santana grinned wickedly and just ran her tongue from the crook of her neck to her ear, sucking gently on the earlobe. She felt Brittany's legs give a little and just pushed her harder against the wall, slipping a leg between the dancer's thighs.

"God, San, we can't, not here," Brittany moaned, but her hands told Santana a very different story.

"Fuck, I want you," Santana growled, pressing her leg against Brittany's core.

The blonde shuddered in pleasure. "Quickly," she hissed.

Santana didn't need a second invitation. She dove her hand into Brittany's pants and immediately pushed into her with two fingers. The dancer's hips bucked and she moaned. Santana captured her lips and pumped in and out faster than she ever had before. Sure, she and Brittany had had their fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of McKinley, but that was when they could afford to be late to class. They didn't have that luxury now, but it didn't stop Santana from desperately needing to feel Brittany come around her fingers.

"Fuck!" Brittany squealed, digging her fingers into Santana's shoulder. "Oh, San...keep going."

Santana used her thumb to brush over Brittany's clit a few times, taking her higher and higher until she curled her fingers inside, hitting that special spot inside Brittany and sending her over the edge. She smiled as the blonde softly moaned her name.

The dancer collapsed against her girlfriend and Santana kissed the side of her face as she slowly brought her down.

"Thanks, babe," Santana said with a grin. "I really needed that."

"Hmmm. Your turn at lunch,' Brittany mumbled into Santana's neck.

Santana chuckled. "You think I need some luck, B?"

"I think you need some fucking good luck," Brittany said, lifting her head and crashing her lips to Santana's.

Santana couldn't stop the moan from rising in her throat. It was hard enough keeping her hands to herself around Brittany, but knowing that she was probably going to get an amazing orgasm at lunch made the tension almost bearable.

Almost.


Santana could barely wait for lunch to come around. She'd had pretty much nothing else on her mind since the first bell had forced her and Brittany to come out of their dark hiding place. Her girlfriend had done her best to look presentable and to everyone else she simply looked a little flushed. To Santana, who knew every single square inch of her body, she was still recovering from her orgasm and her skin was slightly clammy.

Her students may have noticed that something was off, but they didn't say anything. Santana berated herself after completely missing a question because a fleeting vision of Brittany backing her up against the wall had taken over her brain.

You've just been given a huge promotion and all you can think about is getting off? Priorities, Lopez!

Santana groaned inwardly at her conscience. Number one on her priority list was getting Brittany's fingers inside her. She was so horny and attempting to distract herself with her job hadn't decreased that need at all.

The lunch bell was due to go any minute and there was a soft knock at Santana's door and she eagerly looked up, but frowned when she saw Kate walking in with a pleasant smile on her face.

At least my classroom's full of kids. She won't try anything stupid here.

"Sorry to disturb," Kate said in a low voice, kneeling next to the desk. She handed Santana what looked like an exam. "I think I may have a cheater."

"What?" Santana asked in alarm. "Are you sure?"

Kate shrugged and gestured to the exam. "Those answers are word for word from my memo. I've had that memo on my computer and it's password protected."

"Hmmm," Santana mused, her eyes skimming the neat writing. "Unfortunately, those computers aren't idiot proof. It doesn't take a lot to get someone's password on this system."

"Looking to pursue a career in hacking, Ms. Lopez?" Kate asked in a teasing tone.

Santana frowned disapprovingly at her and went back to the exam. She glanced at the name at the top and sighed. It was a scholarship kid who'd been struggling over the last few weeks. She'd dropped a grade in Santana's class too.

The bell rang and Santana stood up. "Guys, please read up to the end of chapter twenty for tomorrow. Thanks." To Kate, she said, "Leave this with me. I'll talk to the student today and see what's going on."

Kate frowned. "I was planning on giving the exams back after lunch."

"Delay it a day," Santana replied. "Look, with situations like these, we have to be sure that there's not some kind of misunderstanding. I know this girl. She's a hard worker. I'm not of the school of thought that someone is guilty until proven innocent. Everyone deserves a chance to tell their side of the story."

Kate just smiled at Santana and the Latina suddenly felt claustrophobic again.

"We're done here," she said firmly as she saw Kate lean forward slightly.

"Sure about that?"

"I am," said a voice from the doorway.

Santana closed her eyes in relief.

"You know, Kate. Santana and I have been chatting and I think that it would be best if you refrained from making suggestive comments towards my girlfriend," Brittany said, walking into the classroom, her arms folded across her chest. "She doesn't like it, I sure as hell don't like it and you're just making a fool of yourself."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself," Kate remarked, mirroring Brittany's defensive stance.

"Oh, I'm very sure of myself," Brittany replied. "Because you seem to be the only one in this room who's under the delusion that you even stand a chance with Santana."

"Are we still doing the pretend girlfriend thing?" Kate asked, looking between Santana and Brittany in amusement. "It's cute, really, but I'm not stupid."

Santana snorted and Brittany's lips curled into a smile.

"I'll say this one more time, Ms. Remington." Brittany walked right up to Kate and looked her in the eye. "Stay. Away. From. Santana."

Santana felt her insides turn to mush. As much as Brittany enjoyed her being controlling, she loved it when Brittany laid such public claim to her. Kate's confidence seemed to falter.

"Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving, Santana needs some good luck," Brittany added, giving her girlfriend a devious look.

Santana had to sit down as her legs started to wobble at the reminder that she was ridiculously turned on.

"What the hell does that even mean?" Kate asked, rolling her eyes.

Brittany got right back in her face and Santana squeezed her legs together.

"It means, new girl, that my girlfriend is horny as hell and I plan to fuck her quite senseless as soon as your psycho ass is out that door."

Santana couldn't help a little whimper that escaped at Brittany's dominance. Kate backed away looked from Brittany to Santana and back. The lovers had locked eyes and the sexual tension between them was becoming quite palpable.

"See, now I believe that you're a couple," Kate remarked, hurrying towards the door after a glare form Brittany.

The blonde gave Santana a heated look before turning around and walking to the door and locking it.

"There's a no locked doors policy here," Santana mumbled, her core starting to ache at Brittany's predatory approach to her.

"So why'd they put locks on the door?" Brittany smirked, stopping at the edge the desk and crooking a finger to her girlfriend, telling her to stand up.

Santana shakily stood, feeling the uncomfortable dampness of her underwear.

"You want me really badly, don't you?" Brittany husked, snaking her arms around Santana's waist.

The Latina nodded fervently and leaned up to kiss Brittany, but the blonde pulled away.

"Did I say you could kiss me?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I'm in charge here, Ms. Lopez. I make the rules."

Oh, God. Santana felt her knees wobble again. Role play sex was the best.

"You may want to make space on your desk there, Ms. Lopez," Brittany instructed, releasing her hold on her waist. She stood back and watched as Santana quickly cleared the one half of her desk as neatly as she could – Brittany would just make her do it again if she didn't do it to her satisfaction the first time. She'd played this game enough times in high school to have the rules engrained in her memory. And even though eight years had passed, the memories just came flooding back like they'd happened the previous day.

"Are you always so neat and tidy, Ms. Lopez?" Brittany asked when Santana was done.

"Yes, Ms. Pierce," Santana replied politely.

"Well, I may just have a test for you, then," Brittany replied, stepping close to Santana again and causing her heart to beat faster. "You're gonna sit your sweet little ass on that desk and I'm gonna go down on you."

Holy Jesus sweet fuck.

"And you're not going to make a sound."

Shit.

"You think you can keep yourself neat and tidy when my tongue's inside you?"

Santana swallowed the squeak of arousal that desperately wanted to jump out and she squeezed her thighs to try and slow down the throbbing between her legs. She nodded furiously, not trusting her voice.

"Good," Brittany said with a smug smile. "Take your pants off."

Santana had never stripped her slacks off so quickly.

"Sit down."

Santana obeyed, biting her lip at the predatory look in her girlfriend's eyes.

"Remember now, Ms. Lopez," Brittany said, kneeling in front of Santana, "neat and tidy."

Santana gripped the edge of the desk hard and took a deep breath. This was going to be worse than childbirth. Brittany leaned in licked up Santana's underwear. It wasn't skin on skin, but the Latina could still feel it and she shivered in pleasure, biting hard on her lip to keep the moan from escaping.

"Impressive, Ms. Lopez," Brittany commented slyly. "Your restraint is commendable."

Santana couldn't say anything. She was too terrified that any sound would mean that Brittany would stop and she needed this release so badly. Brittany pulled her underwear down and Santana could feel her breath against her dripping pussy.

God, touch me, something, anything, please!

Brittany seemed to hear Santana's silent plea and flicked her tongue over her clit, causing the Latina to jump suddenly and rattling the desk. Brittany gripped her thighs and held her steady as she repeated the action.

Jesus, if she does that again, I'm done for.

Santana had been building herself up since that morning for this orgasm. Her body was so receptive and sensitive that it already wasn't going to take much to send her into orgasmic bliss.

Brittany dropped her head slightly and traced around Santana's entrance with the tip of her tongue. Santana had to stop breathing for a few seconds to halt the moans that threatened to tumble out of her mouth. Her chest started heaving in exertion. Brittany noticed and smiled, sticking her tongue inside Santana and rolling it around once. She pulled out and licked her lips, smiling satisfactorily.

"I'm very impressed, Ms. Lopez. So very neat and tidy. I'm gonna eat you out now, so make sure to behave yourself."

Santana was almost sure that she was embedding her nails into the desk and Brittany's cavalier dirty talk. It drove her crazy. The blonde disappeared between her legs again and Santana inhaled sharply at the sensation of her being filled with Brittany's amazing tongue. Thereafter, it didn't take very long for Santana to feel that big knot in her stomach tighten to the point of explosion. Brittany always seemed to know when she was close, even though Santana wasn't making any noise, so she withdrew her tongue and flicked her clit, finally giving Santana that release she'd been aching for the whole day.

The Latina trembled as aftershocks ran through her body. Brittany brought her down carefully and Santana could feel her tongue softly cleaning her. She loved the attention her girlfriend paid her after going down on her.

The blonde stood up between Santana's legs and kissed her exposed neck, sucking gently on her pulse point – not hard enough to leave a mark, thank goodness.

"Well done, Ms. Lopez. Would you like me to do that again?"

Santana nodded with a dreamy smile on her face. Hell yes. Brittany was welcome to do that as many times as she liked.

"But first," Brittany whispered, kissing up onto her girlfriend's face, "go out with me?"

Santana pulled away and looked into Brittany's eyes.

"Are you asking me on a date?" she asked quietly, a small smile crossing her face.

Brittany nodded shyly. Santana gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues tangled and Santana's head spun at the taste of herself in Brittany's mouth.

She broke away and rested their foreheads together. "I would love to go on a date with you, Britt."

"Awesome," the blonde replied with a huge grin. She looked down at her hands that were slowly running up and down Santana's naked thighs. "We should probably get your pants back on."

"Hmmm," Santana replied, grinning. She slid off the desk and pulled up her underwear, followed by her pants.

"Oh, baby, you made a little mess," Brittany teased, pointing to where Santana had been sitting on the desk.

"Fuck, you are kidding me."

But she wasn't. Santana went as red as a Latina could go and buried her face in Brittany's back. The blonde chuckled and reached into Santana's bag for a tissue to clean off the small trail of juices left behind.

"Baby, don't be embarrassed," Brittany cooed, tossing the offending tissue into the bin next to Santana's desk and turning her girlfriend around in her arms so that they were facing each other. "You know I love it when you get so wet for me."

"You have no idea," Santana mumbled into Brittany's chest.

Brittany tipped her chin up and kissed her softly. "I love you. And if this is going to become a daily occurrence then I'm super amped."

Santana let out a reluctant laugh. "As incredibly tempting as that sounds, with our luck, we'd be caught very soon."

"True," Brittany conceded. "I think that I'm gonna have to actually start making use of my office in the studio."

"You have an office?" Santana asked in surprise.

Brittany grinned. "I've hardly been in it. But, I'm guessing now we have a reason to be there, oh, say, every day at lunch?"

Santana bit her lip and met her girlfriend's gaze. She stood on her tiptoes so that her mouth was right next to Brittany's ear and whispered huskily, "Is it soundproof?"


Brittany's advanced class finished the last movement of their routine as the final bell rang and she clapped.

"Couldn't have timed it better myself, guys. Great job."

She knew Santana had that meeting with DC now before she met them in the auditorium for the first auditions. The news that they finally had a script had flown around the school and the sign up sheet had exploded with names. Of course, this only made Brittany more excited about the whole musical. This was exactly the kind of response she'd been hoping for. She was confident that they were going to find a hidden gem amongst the student body that would absolutely shine in this musical.

Brittany's mind suddenly went to her date with Santana and she allowed a goofy smile to cross her face as she picked up her phone and found Rachel's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Rachel!"

"Who is this?" the diva asked suspiciously.

Brittany frowned. "It's Brittany…bitch."

The blonde smiled at the chuckle on the other end. "Apologies, Brittany. I don't have your number on my phone."

"Oh, I got all your numbers from Santana's phone last night," Brittany said.

"You and Santana spending a lot of time together then?" Rachel asked, trying to sound casual.

"Uh, yeah," Brittany said with a smile. "Duh."

"Well, I'm glad you two are friends again. Life definitely was more dull without our blonde ray of sunshine around."

"The sun's blonde?" Brittany asked in confusion. "How do you know that?"

Suddenly, what Rachel had said sunk in and Brittany pulled a face. She'd totally forgotten that no one but Kurt, Blaine and Santana's parents, and of course Bella, knew about their relationship. That complicated things. Brittany bit her lip. Would Santana hate her? She'd been pretty mad that one time she'd let slip in high school about them sleeping together.

"Uh, sorry?" Brittany asked, realising that Rachel was saying something.

"I asked if you were calling about the musical. You know, Santana should really consider my expertise in these-"

"No, I didn't," Brittany cut her off, not in the mood for a Berry-logue. "Well, sort of. I was wondering if you might be able to watch Bella tonight? Uh, Santana and I have our first day of auditions today so we're probably going to be at school pretty late. But we'll come by and fetch her after we're done?"

Brittany held her breath, hoping Rachel wouldn't hear her terrible lie. She hated lying, she really did. But it was for Santana and she always did what she could to please Santana. A smirk crossed her face as she remembered their delicious lunchtime quickie. Santana had been putty in her hands, or rather, on her tongue.

"I'm sure that won't be a problem," Rachel replied. "I'm surprised that Santana is calling me herself though. Especially after what happened last time."

"Yeah, I know. She asked me to call because she's had class all day and she's now got a super important meeting with the principal and then we're going straight into auditions. I had a bit of free time now."

"All right," Rachel agreed, seeming satisfied with Brittany's reasons. "Will you let us know when you're leaving the school?"

"Definitely," Brittany promised. "Have a good night, Rachel!"

"You too, Britt."

Phase one complete.


A/N: Date = next chapter! :)

So, I've decided to focus on this story for now because my confidence has been a little shaken with the response to Role Reversal. I'll stick with the one people like :)

Also, I did say I'd let you know when I'd start putting my novella on FictionPress, so consider this your notification :) My handle is the same and the story's name is The Trouble With You. I'll update every day because the story's already written :)

Other than that, enjoy! :) Lots of sex, I know. Maybe I'm compensating for something….

-H