Chapter Thirty Four

Santana whipped her head around the moment she felt the stream of water soaking into her hair. "Paaaaaapppiiiii!" she howled dejectedly, her protests dying in her throat when she saw who was actually holding the spray bottle. Shifting her eyes between her father and her mate, she snorted aloud when both immediately pointed at the other, trying to direct the blame away from themselves. Only, Brittany was the one currently holding the object of her disaffection, and the blonde, quickly realizing her giveaway, slowly lowered it to the floor and kicked it out of view behind the sofa. "Really, Britt?" she asked in mock annoyance, her voice carrying more amusement than anger as she watched the girl's entire body turning beet red.

Taking her kitten's momentary distraction as an opening, Lolita pounced on the girl, wrapping her arms around and beneath her daughter's body and hoisting her upwards into her lap. "Gotch'ya!" she squealed triumphantly, wrapping her legs around the once more struggling cat girl's lower half, effectively immobilizing her once again. In her excitement at besting the young girl, she completely missed out on the interaction between Santana, Brittany, and her own mate. "Su Su! Did you see? I wiped her ass and took her name!" she exclaimed giddily, still completely oblivious to what had just transpired. All she knew was that she had won this round, and she wasn't going to let Santana forget it any time soon.

Santana had given up trying to resist her mother's current hold, despite the fact it wasn't one that actually prayed upon her Neko instincts. She was more concerned now with how completely mortified she was that her mate had sprayed her. Obviously her father had put the blonde up to it, but that didn't make the affront any less distressing! Brittany was her mate! She shouldn't be tag teaming against her in the 100 meter water bottle relay! "I can't believe you did that," she spoke after a few moments, glowering at her lover. "And Mami, you didn't wipe my ass. You wooped my ass... Ay..."

"Same difference," Lolita responded, her lopsided grin still lighting up her entire face. She knew it would probably be safe at that point to let her daughter go, but she was enjoying rubbing salt in her kitten's wounds. It wasn't often she got the upper hand with the young Neko, and she could only assume it was because Santana had been distracted with her mate being so near by. "Jesus, get the camera! I want to remember this moment!"

Brittany couldn't help the small chuckle at the sound that suddenly came out of Santana's body. It sounded like a whale being slaughtered, revived, and then immediately slaughtered again. The sudden, intense tugging inside her chest, though, meant she didn't smile for long. It was as if she could feel Santana's pain inside her own body, even though the girl was only embarrassed and not actually physically hurt. Shifting a little on the sofa, she fought against the rising urge to get up and move towards the girl.

Lolita wasn't so oblivious anymore, and she immediately recognized the distress on the blonde girl's face. Realizing it mirrored the look her own mate had from time to time, she loosened her grip on her daughter, confident at this point the cat girl's urges had been flushed from her system. "It's okay Kitten, you can go to her," she spoke into her daughter's hair, letting her arms fall completely from the girl's body to show her that she was serious.

Santana wasted no time scrambling up from her mother's lap, and was within moments perched on the sofa next to Brittany, her arms wrapped around the blonde girl's torso and her face pressed into the red, white and black fabric covering her chest. Inhaling the girl's scent, she pulled her knees closer into her body, essentially wrapping herself around her mate on the couch. "Nnnnnnnnn, don't be sad Britt Britt," she whined, nuzzling Brittany's chest.

Brittany wasn't so much sad, as she was frozen in terror. Both Lolita and Jesus were staring at her; in her mind, their eyes narrowed and suspicious. Did they know that she was currently sporting a boner beneath where their daughter was laying? Her mother must know, if Santana could tell from scent alone. Oh God! Is that why the cat woman was now grinning at her like that? Starting to panic, she hugged Santana closer to her, praying the girl would be an effective barrier should her mother decide to attack. She really didn't think she could handle much more of this.

"Are you okay honey?" Lolita inquired, staring at the statuesque blonde girl with concern. She looked across to her lover and frowned. "I think we broke her. I think she got so scared, she broke. Well, not all of her..." she couldn't help the grin as she definitely knew at least one part of Brittany wasn't currently broken. Jesus raised a brow at her, taking a few moments to figure out what she meant. When it clicked to him, he immediately felt his heart go out to the girl. He could only imagine how horrifying it must be, sitting in front of his mate's parents with their daughter laying across his erection.

"Maybe we should go upstairs, let the two of them calm down a little," he suggested, tugging on his wife's arm. She rolled her eyes at him, but nodded. They were going to have to leave the house completely though, since she could potentially still hear, and smell, them if they stayed within a certain radius of the girls. "We'll be back in an hour or so. Please be respectful and don't have sex on your mother's new sofa without putting something down first."

Lolita rolled her eyes, thinking about how she and her mate spent that morning christening the furniture themselves. At least they had learned by now to be conscientious of which way they were pointing while they had sex. Santana would probably figure that one out when she was the one paying the dry cleaning bills. But until then... "Keep it to the bedroom, Kitten. Oh, and don't forget to use a condom!" Overlooking the suddenly confused expression on the blonde girl's face, Lolita took her mate's hand and quickly lead him out of the house.