Anonymous asked: 70. Starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
Brittany used to think that there was nothing in the world that was better than taking a long, hot bath after dance; which is, of course, still true, but once her girlfriend started joining her too it became like heaven or something. She's not really sure if she believes in the whole religion thing—especially after everything with Santana's abuela—but she's pretty sure if it exists, then baths with Santana must have been a little cloud of heaven that floated down to earth just for her.
The new routine her dance instructor had introduced last week has been killing her. She loves dance more than she loves certain relatives of hers, and it's always so satisfying once she actually gets a routine down, but the time before that leaves her with aching muscles and a strong desire to sleep for, like, a couple years; hence her desire to take a long bath after practice.
When she gets home though, the house is completely empty. She finds a note on the counter reminding her that her sister has a soccer game—which she definitely forgot about—and that there's leftovers from last night in the fridge for her to eat, since her parents are going to take her sister out for supper in celebration of her last soccer game of the season. Her stomach grumbles, but she needs to change out of her sweaty clothes and have a bath before she thinks about eating, so she just drops her dance bag by the bottom of the stairs—since it's laundry day tomorrow—and heads for her room.
The house is silent and dark, except for the light from her room spilling into the hallway. She rolls her eyes as she heads into her room, because her sister is awful at remembering to turn off the light whenever she decides to go snooping in her older sister's room.
But instead of the empty room she expects, she's greeted with her girlfriend sprawled out on her bed.
"Santana!" she gasps.
Santana glances up from her phone with a wide smile. "You're home," she greets happily, and something about the way she says that makes Brittany's heart leap in her chest, bright and warm and yearning.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you or anything, because I am. I definitely am. But what are you doing here?" Brittany asks as she crosses the room, scrunching up her nose in thought. "I didn't forget a date night did I? Because you know I'd never forget that, but I might have forgotten what day it is today so like—"
"Babe, breathe," Santana laughs, reaching for Brittany's hands and tugging her between her legs, "You didn't forget a date."
"Oh," Brittany's shoulders relax and she gives Santana a sheepish smile, "Good. I was worried there for a second."
Santana chuckles and presses a kiss to Brittany's knuckles. "You're cute."
Brittany rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out. "But seriously."
Santana scrunches her face up like Brittany's the most adorable and most silly person in the world, and it makes something deep in Brittany's chest hum in contentment. "We have that test in English tomorrow." Brittany just stares blankly at Santana. "We decided we were going to hang out and study together during lunch, remember?"
Dance also sometimes makes her forget she has homework.
"Oh, I definitely remember that," Brittany deadpans.
Santana laughs and shakes her head fondly, rubbing her thumbs across Brittany's knuckles. "Sure you do."
"I do!" Brittany protests but she can't hide the grin tugging at her lips.
Santana just hums in amusement and tugs on Brittany's hands until she half falls on her girlfriend. Warm lips are press to hers around a small smile and a mumbled hi. Brittany sighs and sinks into Santana's soft kiss with a mumbled hi of her own. Sure, they'd kissed goodbye after school, but that was like a whole four hours ago, which is much too long in Brittany's opinion. Santana seems to share that opinion because before she knows it, Santana's hands have released hers and anchored on the back of her neck and at her waist, tugging Brittany fully down on her in a bruising kiss. Brittany follows willingly, Santana's mouth warm and hot and demanding against hers, swallowing Santana's soft groan and returning it with a whimper when Santana tugs her down onto her thigh and causes heat to curl low in Brittany's stomach.
It isn't until Brittany twists a little so she can run the hand not holding her up under the hem of Santana's shirt that her body reminds her of how sore it is.
She breaks the kiss with a startled gasp when her back spasms at the move, falling off Santana and to the side with a pained whimper.
"Britt?" Santana breathes, rolling over so she's hovering above Brittany with wide, worried eyes. Cool fingers press to a flushed cheek, gently tracing the length of Brittany's sheepish smile.
"S'okay," she mumbles, "My back's just sore. And my legs. And my arms."
"Aww, Britt," Santana pouts, leaning over to peck Brittany's cheek. "You wanna take a bath before we study?" Brittany's stomach growls loudly, not to be forgotten. "And eat?" Santana laughs after a beat of silence.
Brittany pouts and makes a grab for Santana as she stands, just missing her arm. "Only if you join me," she bargains with a winning smile.
Santana rolls her eyes but can't hide the amusement in her dark eyes as she heads to the bathroom. "Manage to get out of your sports bra and we'll see," she teases.
"Score!" Brittany quietly cheers, pumping a fist in the air and immediately regretting it. She slowly sits up and strips; her sports bra proves to be the most difficult since it kind of hurts to raise her arms above her head, but she eventually manages it and wanders down the hall to the bathroom. The glass her and her sister use to rinse after brushing is filled with water and two ibuprofen sit beside it. Brittany sighs and smiles, her heart stuttering in how much she loves Santana, and quickly takes the pain killers.
Santana hears the door close and smiles over her shoulder, steam curling up around her body as she dips a hand in the water to check the temperature. Brittany quickly steps forward to wrap herself around her girlfriend, dropping soft kisses to her shoulder in appreciative thanks. Santana pats at Brittany's arm wrapped around her torso with a wet hand, leaning forward to shut the water off and slipping out of Brittany's hold so she can quickly strip too.
She steps in first before holding out a hand to help Brittany in after her, both of them sinking slowly into the steaming water, Santana slung against the end of the tub and Brittany slung against her body. Santana tugs her closer and they both sigh at the warmth surrounding them; there's something comforting and intimate about feeling the other's warm skin against their own, even when they have no other goal than to just relax together. Santana nuzzles into Brittany's shoulder and presses a gentle kiss there, no intent behind the gesture as her hands firmly start to massage the soreness out of Brittany's muscles.
Brittany feels all the tension ease out of her body in the wake of Santana's touch, enough that she feels relaxed enough to crane her head back to catch Santana's lips against hers. Santana hums into the kiss, her hands faltering at the feeling of Brittany's mouth slanting hungrily against hers before they start moving again. Brittany can feel the desire from earlier start to curl again, and of course the exact moment she starts to turn into Santana her back decides to spasm painfully.
"Not again," Brittany whines against Santana's mouth, painfully twisting around and sinking back into Santana's embrace with a pout.
"Poor baby," Santana pouts teasingly, her breath ghosting along the shell of Brittany's ear and causing her to shiver even in the steaming water.
"It's your fault," Brittany complains.
"Is it?" Santana whispers, her lips following the line of Brittany's shoulder and making it decidedly hard to concentrate.
"Yeah, it is. You're all hot and naked and stuff and I'm too sore to actually do anything about it." A gentle nip to Brittany's earlobe causes her brain to lose all coherent thought for a moment.
"Well, tomorrow's Friday," Santana husks into her ear, "Maybe you'll be less sore then."
"Hmm, maybe," Brittany agrees with a small grin.
"And my mom's working nights," Santana adds conversationally.
Brittany's grin turns wicked and she sinks back into her girlfriend, making sure to squirm enough that Santana sucks in a sharp breath and clutches desperately at Brittany, payback for all of Santana's earlier teasing. "Then it's a date."
