I'm back! And I come bearing fic! I haven't written anything like this that I can remember, so I hope I did it justice? Hope all your weeks were just lovely! And I know right, how awesome is our Britt?
RATED R
"Not that I'm not grateful," I begin, toeing the ground next to the boulder I'm leaning on, some way out from the town. "But, Britt, you took your time."
She sighs, rubbing her forehead in a way a lot like her father. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I'm so sorry, Santana. I was so scared what my father would say, and what everyone else would think, and," she pouts. "My father, and his father, and hisfather built a name for themselves around here. It took them a long time, San, to get such respect, and…"
"You didn't wanna be the one to destroy it," I finish.
She nods. "Generations of effort, to be ruined in a single second? With a single kiss?" She sighs and again, and I move my hand to cover hers. "It makes me so sad," she whispers. "Like a sad little panda."
I smile at that, because despite the situation, she comes out with the cutest things. "Wait," my brows furrow slightly. "What's a panda?"
She shrugs. "Not sure, but I'd imagine they're sad. And cute."
"You're cute," we share a small smile before I get serious again. "I'm sorry," I tell her quietly. "If I hadn't been so stupid, enough to get shot, so dumb to wind up nearly dead-"
"I'd never have experienced true love," she admits softly and I feel my heart swell at her words. "San, I don't regret us at all, if that's what you're thinkin'. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I love you," she turns her hand over to squeeze mine. "I just panicked."
"What made you change your mind?" I ask quietly.
She smiles, moving to stand in front of me, both of my hands in hers. "A wise woman once told me, well, sang to me, that I'm gettin' older, too." She kisses me on the cheek, drawing back with a sweet smile. "I've built my life around you. Santana Lopez, I couldn't ever live without you."
"I've never had my heart broken before," I say quietly, my voice slightly shaky. I'd never been this vulnerable. All my walls had been broken down by Brittany's sweet smile, and I'd paid for it.
Her hand instantly comes up to cup my face, her thumb tracing the skin of my cheek. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice mirroring my own, barely audible. "San, I just got scared and I just choked."
"I have all of these feelin's, feelin's for you," I confess, watching her with watery eyes as she nods slowly.
"I was afraid of dealin' with the consequences," she sighs. "I'm not anymore. I love you and I want the world to know it."
"I wouldn't go shoutin' it from the rooftops just yet," I warn lightly. "We're still in some pretty dark ages."
"Maybe you're right. I can still kiss you on the ranch though, right?" A small frown graces her face, but I lean forward to kiss her softly, erasing the frown completely.
"Of course, but maybe not so much in front of your father." I'd just gotten on his good side again; I didn't want him to come after me with a pitchfork. The thought made me start.
"Why not?" She looks amused. "He loves you. You made quite the impression. That distant sound he hears? Wedding bells!" She laughs, but it's cut short as she realises what she just implied. Her eyes widen almost comically as she stutters to form a sentence. "I'm not- we shouldn't- I wasn't-"
"I'd love to," I interrupt her. "One day. There's no-one else I could imagine gettin' married to."
"San," she smiles. "In the future?"
"In the near future," I clarify. "You're so special to me, Britt." I lean in and kiss her in what was supposed to be chaste, but it quickly heated up. "I've missed this," I whisper in between kisses. "But we shouldn't." I hate myself for being logical.
"Not here," she agrees, nodding even though her eyes are still shut, her lips still parted. "We should get home," she opens her eyes slowly and I feel goose bumps rise over my body as I notice her eyes have darkened considerably.
"I'll get the horses," I stammer slightly as she smirks.
Brittany Susan Pierce, the effect you have on me.
Her lips are on mine the moment we get – sneak – into her room. We'd managed to get past everyone without being seen, and I presumed Rachel was still distracted by Lindsey.
She wastes no time as her mouth opens immediately, her tongue swiping against my bottom lip, demanding entrance.
She manoeuvres me to her bed, and I fall backwards onto it, Brittany landing gracefully on top of me, never breaking the kiss as she lowers her body to press flushed against mine. She pulls back finally, and breathes against my lips as I catch my breath.
"Every night, I think about you," I feel her fingers ghost over my bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Think of what I want to do to you," her fingertips dance over the curve of my chest. "Think of what I want you to do to me," she accentuates her last word by cupping and squeezing my breast, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. "I get so wet," she husks, and my eyes squeeze shut almost automatically as I bite my lip. "And I think, why can't you be there," I feel her fingers circle lower, over the fire burning in the pit of my stomach. "To touch me," she dips her fingers under the waistband of my underwear, bypassing my jeans completely, drawing them through my soaking folds. Her breath hitches as her own eyes shut briefly. "To taste me," my eyes flicker open at the same times hers do as she slides her fingers into her mouth, tasting me, licking the wetness off them. She moans, her eyes closing again as she cleans her fingers.
She is so sexy.
That is the only coherent thought I can manage as she stops her ministrations, smirking at me as her owns open slowly.
"Don't you want to taste me, Santana?" She asks, her voice low and scratchy. "Don't you want to-"
I cut her off, switching positions easily so I'm on top. My lips connect with hers the same time my thigh hits home between her legs. I rock my leg in time with the rhythm of her hips as my tongue slides against hers. I rest my weight on my right hand as my left explores the curves of her body.
Brittany's body was perfect to me; toned stomach muscles ripple against my fingers through the fabric of her shirt, her curves womanly and beautiful, her legs long and lean. She was perfect. I break the kiss to tell her. "So incredibly perfect," I dip my hand under her shirt, dragging the material up with me to expose her stomach, her chest. I inhale deeply at the sight, giving in to the urge of trailing my fingers along her perfect breasts, over the delicious curves of her cleavage. On the journey back down, I scratch against her skin, making her arch into my touch. I take a note she's sensitive on her sides. I smirk.
"Don't tease me," she gasps as I drag my fingers deliberately slowly under the waistband of her jeans. "Please," her voice sends shivers through me and it's the way she says my name that makes me give in. "Santana."
My hands come up again, pulling her shirt over her head, not bothering with the buttons. Her bra comes off next, and despite my need to touch her, to please her, I pause a moment to take in her beauty. Topless Brittany made my mouth go dry and my pulse race. ClothedBrittany did the same, but having her underneath me like this made it so much better. When I catch her raised eyebrows, I stop staring long enough to slide off her boots, socks and jeans until she's left in just her pants.
"You are so fuckin' hot," I hook a finger into either side of the waistband of her underwear. "Just lookin' at you gets me soaked."
She arches her hips up long enough for me to slip off and discard the pants. "It doesn't seem fair I'm completely naked and you're still clothed," she pouts adorably. She leans up enough to unbutton and take off my dark shirt, flicking her tongue out to my lips as she reaches behind my back to unhook my bra.
A thumb rolls over my nipple when my bra is next to hers on the floor, eliciting the softest of gasps from my mouth. "So beautiful," she murmurs, and I almost don't hear her over the rushing blood in my head. Her eyes flick up to mine to give me the sexiest of smiles. "Take them off," she snaps the waistband of my jeans.
I stand, and when my clothes are all shed I climb back on top of her. Slowly. Predatory. "I want you," I say quietly. "All of you," my fingers tease the delicate skin at the inside of her thigh and I see her shiver at the touch.
She nods, almost desperately. "Please."
I draw my body closer to hers until our nipples barely brush against each other's. "I'm goin' to make you come so hard you'll see stars," I husk out, my breath hitting the shell of her ear.
My left hand comes between us, until I'm able to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her breath quickens at the sensation, and when I pinch down harder she gasps, her back arching into my touch.
I was taking it slowly, determined to make her orgasm long and hard. I switch hands, paying attention to her other breast, with an equal measure of pain and pleasure.
She's squirming beneath me already and I haven't even started, yet.
With my hands occupied, I lower my head until my lips connect with her throat, kissing a trail up to her jawline before tracing the muscle of her neck with my tongue down to her collarbone, before tracing back up, harder.
She mewls softly in pleasure. I bite down on her neck gently, soothing the skin instantly with my tongue before venturing further down her neck, repeating the action.
Bite. Lick. Move. Repeat.
I remove my hand from her chest, but her whine of disapproval changes into a moan as my mouth covers the place where my hand previously was, lavishing the puckered skin, dragging my teeth across her nipple.
Her back arches again. I adjust my body to pay attention to the other nipple.
Nip. Suck. Soothe.
Repeat.
By the time I'm finished with her chest, it's littered with little marks, ones that will fade within an hour or so. Still, I take a moment to be proud of my handiwork.
I venture further, my lips drawing across the toned muscles of her stomach, my tongue dipping in the subtle lines between each individual muscle as they tense at the sensation of my tongue.
I place a kiss below her navel, feeling her breath hitch, her muscles tighten, as I edge closer to my destination.
I stop. Brittany's head falls forward, her blue eyes, darkened with arousal, open slowly to question me.
Why did you stop?
I smile a little to show everything is okay, that there's nothing wrong. I was completely where I wanted to be. I frown lightly, my eyes conveying my own question. Was she?
She nods, quickly and briefly, and I almost sigh in relief.
I place another kiss to her lower abdomen, her eyes still on mine as I sink lower, my arms sliding under her bent knees, across the smooth skin of her thighs, coming up to cup her hips.
Slowly, tentatively, watching for her reaction, I place a single kiss on her centre, watching as her eyes flutter shut the moment my tongue gently flicks out, drawing a line along her slit. Her lips part almost instantly, her breath already coming faster.
I repeat the motion, a little more sure this time. I moan at the taste of her as I dip my tongue inside her slightly, the extra sensations eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from Brittany. Her hands come up to her own hair briefly, before wandering downwards, not quite sure where to put them.
When I move my attention the already rigid bundle of nerves, her hands fall instantly into my own hair, pulling me closer to her. I shut my eyes, focusing all my attention on my mouth against her. I hear her mewl, her fingers tightening in my hair as I suck gently.
After a few seconds, Brittany's writhing beneath me completely, her hips arching into my touch. It was obvious it wouldn't take long; I'd already teased her enough. But I pull back, blowing softly where my lips had just been, the conflicting sensation of hot and cold, the cold air on the wet skin, makes her shudder, as she looks at me with hooded eyes, her teeth drawing her bottom lip slightly into her mouth.
A smile slowly crosses my face before I settle back down, my tongue instantly coming into contact with her opening, teasing her lightly as her eyes close again with a breathy moan. I dip in further, until my tongue is inside her completely, my own eyes closing at the sensation and taste of how wet and smooth and tight she is around it.
It doesn't take long before she's thrashing, her hips bucking continuously. When I bring my hand round to rub my thumb across her clit, I remember to be glad no-one else is in the house or even in the near vicinity of it, and the windows are shut despite the heat. Her throaty moan vibrates almost her entire body as she cums around me, her fingers almost painfully tight in my hair, pulling me closer to her as she rides out her orgasm on my face.
She moans my name as I take in every last bit she has to offer, relishing in the taste of her. How could I have ever gone without this? Even though it was only for a few days?
When I've drawn out her orgasm long enough, I place a kiss on the inside of her thigh, before coming up to kiss her on the lips.
"No," she breathes out, her voice scratchy and incredibly sexy. "Wait," she catches her breath as I hover over her. "I want you to… to mark me."
"What?" I whisper out, not entirely sure I'd heard her right.
"I'm so yours, Santana," she whispers, her voice becoming more steady. "And I want to remember that all over again every time I see my own body, so mark me."
"Where?" My eyes search her body for the perfect place as she shrugs. I nod, lowering myself back down to suck on the inside of her thigh. When I pull back, there's the dark red mark of the love bite I'd just given her, and I smile at the sight, kissing it lightly before coming back to hover over her. "That okay?"
She leans up slightly to look at it, nodding. "Perfect," she falls back, opening her arms to me which I happily go to, snuggling into her body. "I love you, San."
"I love you too, Britt." I press a kiss to her temple, giving ourselves ten minutes before we have to be up and out again. It didn't matter that I hadn't been touched more than a tease, hadn't cum like Brittany. There would be time for that later. Brittany was all that was important right now. I sigh as her arms wrap lovingly around me, not having felt this content in a long time.
Then I remember something. "I have to tell you somethin'," her eyes flick questioningly to me and I close my own in exasperation. "It's about Rachel Berry."
