Author's Note: This took me forever to write and post. My bad, It's here though:) Enjoy,
With Thanksgiving around the corner, Santana can't help but think about her parents and David. Her life is so much different now. Last Thanksgiving, she and David had some friends over, and since they were divorcing, she felt a little odd not having any planning to do. Her mother hasn't contacted her, and neither has David. She has also been ignoring Quinn because of their fight. She knows her sisters will all be going home to visit their families during the fall break. Santana can't even book a vacation because she just started working, so that was out of the question, too. She continues to type her report as she thinks about her options on how to spend the holidays. Santana needs to talk with Brittany and figure if she and Brittany are celebrating together or if she will be all alone. Eek, I hope not, she thinks.
Her office phone rings. She answers it and professionally greets the person on the other line. She notes down essential information as quickly as she can, nodding as she confirms the information back to the caller.
"Sure. I will have those reports before you go off for Thanksgiving. Thanks, Paul. You have a great Thanksgiving too. Send my wishes to your family. Thank you. Buh-bye."
She hands up the phone and sighs. She sends a quick text to Brittany before putting her phone away.
"It's a good thing I finished this report. One more to go." She tells herself before continuing her report.
Brittany looks at the problems on the board and squints her eyes and is confused. The math problem her professor is doing is mathematically incorrect. She looks around, and no one else seems to have noticed the error. She tries to ignore that little tickling feeling in her brain because she doesn't want to upstage her math professor, but her mouth opens up and says it's wrong before she can stop herself. She would rather tell teachers about their mistakes in private, not liking to bring attention to herself at all, but she couldn't help herself.
The teacher looks at her and smiles. He had heard about Brittany and how she was some math prodigy when Brittany accepted the scholarship. He knew that if Brittany saw a mistake, then there was a mistake.
"Alright, Miss. Pierce. I would love it if you showed me where my mistake is."
She smiles and nods, makes her way down, and makes her way to the center of the large room where her math professor is holding out his pen.
"The problem is this," she says as she corrects the mistake she sees.
She corrects it, taking her time to explain it. When her professor or another student has a question, she explains it. She slows it down, bringing humor into her examples to explain it in the simplest of terms, and as she finishes, she says, "The correct answer is this."
She says as she writes it down; She puts the cap on the pen and hands it to her professor, who receives it. She waits patiently as her teacher crosses his arms and observes her work. When he finishes, he smirks.
"There you go, ladies and gentlemen, Brittany S. Pierce. What an honor it was to see you teach."
He claps, and the rest of the class joins. Brittany smiles timidly and makes bows cutely before making her way up to her seat. One of her neighbors gives her a high five.
She takes a moment to read Santana's text.
My Snixx: I got Thanksgiving week off from work. Offices will be closed. Let's talk about plans later. Love you;)
Brittany smiles. She knows she will be spending most of Thanksgiving Day with her dad, but she did plan on spending the rest of Santana. Brittany was excited. Why would she not be? A whole week to do absolutely nothing but being surrounded by the woman she loves most in the world, and she has to celebrate with her dad, too.
She texts a quick saying that she loves her and puts her phone away. It's a good thing she has dance class next because the excitement she's feeling in her body is making her feel on edge.
Santana types the last of her words. She'd been working on the second report as a request by her supervisor all day except for her lunch and a meeting she was obligated to attend. She had received an invitation to a Thanksgiving office event, and she kindly refused. There was no way in hell Santana was going to spend it with her co-workers. Mhm, no way. She would much rather spend the holiday alone. Her smirk fades. Okay, that was a lie. She didn't want to spend it alone. She had to admit. She missed her best friend, Quinn.
She retrieves her phone and clicks on Quinn's contact. Quinn has been reaching out to her for nearly a week. Santana has ignored her as she was not ready to talk with her yet. She reads the last message, over and over again. It reads, "Can we talk?"
Santana contemplates if she is ready to have that talk. Her gut instinct, her Mexican third eye as she liked to call it, was telling her there was much more than the incident at the club to talk about, and honestly, she's not sure if she's ready for it. This is, after all, Quinn, her best and most genuine friend.
"Meet you at Puck's?" Santana says aloud as she types her text out.
Instantly, the three dots come on her screen, indicating that Quinn is replying. Just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. Santana watches anxiously, wondering what is taking Quinn so long to respond until her phone vibrates.
"Can't," she reads aloud.
For a brief moment, Santana is disappointed. That is until she gets another text.
"Sorority house? It's more private?"
She smiles and replies that she will be there in 2 hours. The smile from her face grows. She really did miss that bitch. Santana takes a moment to look at the clock. She's almost off work, she's about to dissolve the issues with Quinn, and she's got a week of vacation.
"This is going to be so much fun," she says in a sing-song voice.
Brittany opens the door, slides her shoes off next to the door, and hangs her bag up on the hanger on the wall. She puts her keys in the bowl right next to it. It's super quiet, but she calls into the house to see if Santana is home. As expected, she wasn't. She makes her way to her room, changes quickly into some shorts and her sports bra. She puts on some shoes, ties her hair into a messy bun, and grabs her iPhone on the way out. As she makes her way over to her dance studio, she is already forming a routine in her head.
She switches on the lights. As she steps in, she sees her reflection on the mirror. She makes her way over to the speaker at the corner of the room and pairs up her phone. She makes her way to the center of the dance studio and watches herself as she stretches her muscles out. One after another, her muscles relax. Subconsciously, her body moves to match the rhythm of the music. If the music was slow, her movements were slow. If it was fast, and so were her movements.
She doesn't know how long she's been dancing. She can feel and see how flushed her face is, and the sweat trickling down her face and body. Her breathing is ragged. She is a hot mess but couldn't care less. She loves dancing. She is hungry, though, so she decides to dance to one more song.
A slow song comes on. She closes her eyes as she lets the music guide her movements.
Santana nears the front door of her apartment. Her eyes squint in confusion when she hears music blasting from the other side door. Santana bites her lips and smiles. At least she knows Brittany is home. She unlocks the door, opens it, and makes her way inside. Like Brittany had done, she takes off her shoes, hands up her bag and jacket, and puts her keys next to Brittany's.
As she makes her way onto the house, she takes off her earrings and sets them on the kitchen island on her way down to the source of the music. She unbuttons a few extra buttons on her shirt, exposing her breast a tiny bit more. She tiptoes her way as she gets closer, wanting to get a glimpse of Brittany dancing. It was one of her favorite things to witness. She loved seeing all sides of Brittany, but Brittany dancing was something beautiful to witness. Music moved Brittany in ways Brittany didn't move elsewhere. Plus, she was hot. Especially when she dances hip-hop or pop numbers. Santana smirks at the memory of when she caught Brittany dancing to Britney Spears songs. Her smirk grew as she remembered the mind-blowing sex they had that night where she rode her like no tomorrow. Her smirk grows into a genuine smile as butterflies invade her stomach.
When she reaches the doorway, she leans against it and observes Brittany quietly. Brittany is so damn beautiful. Every movement she makes is captivating.
"Wow," she whispers as Brittany finishes her routine.
"I knew someone was watching," Brittany says as she opens her eyes.
Santana chuckles.
Still out of breath and trying to get her breathing in control, Brittany's eyes find hers on the mirror's reflection. Santana notices as Brittany's eyes leave hers to roam over her reflection. She smiles when Brittany turns around to look at her. Both of them walk towards each other and meet halfway.
"I'm all sweaty," Brittany tells her as they are within hugging distance.
"I don't care," she says as her hands come to Brittany's face.
Brittany quickly reciprocates by placing her hands on her waist and squeezing her waist lovingly and pulls her closer so that their bodies are pressed so tightly together. They stare into each other's eyes. Santana runs her thumb over Brittany's lower lip.
She whispers hotly, "You are sexy as hell," Santana nears her face to Brittany's with each word. She can feel Brittany's hot breath on her face. "Plus, we usually end up all," She smirks as her eyes gesture between them. She can feel Brittany's cock hardening through her skin-tight exercise shorts. It always did that after Brittany exercised. "sweaty."
She finishes as she eliminates any space between their mouths, joining their mouths together in a sweet kiss. It's soft, short, and sweet. It's the welcome home Santana can get used to. As Santana is about to pull away, one of Brittany's hands comes to her face. Brittany pulls her in for a chaste kiss. Santana smiles into the kiss. She moans when Brittany takes her lower lip into her mouth and sucks it lightly. Santan soon feels Brittany's hot tongue move smoothingly along, asking for entrance. She gladly widens her mouth and tilts her head, welcoming the wet, hot muscle into her mouth, where it moves against hers so slowly.
Their breathing is thick as they breathe through their nose. Neither of them wants to pull apart just yet. Santana can still feel Brittany's cock pressed against her. It is now fully erect. She can Brittany's rapidly beating heart, and she is sure Brittany can feel hers. Blood is rushing all through her body. She can't fight the urge to breathe much longer. She pulls away, allowing them both to breathe, but as quick as she was to remove them, she is as quick to join their mouths again. She is wet. She is so soaking wet, and it hurts. She wants Brittany. She needs Brittany.
Their kisses are hot, desperate, and needy. They both knew where this was heading. They pull apart but remain close. Their hot breaths mix. Santana can feel it on her wet, tingling lips. Their eyes lock as Santana moves her left hand between them. She runs her fingers along Brittany's abdomen and feels it contrast at her touch. She can clearly see how large Brittany's pupils are. It was so clear to see how bad Brittany wanted and needed her, too, since her eyes were light blue. This makes her smirk. She uses her hand to pull Brittany into a chaste kiss before pulling away again. Her hand teases the waistband of Brittany's shorts, and with a smirk, decides to tease her a little bit more. She cups Brittany's balls and squeezes them gently. She doesn't miss how Brittany's eyes flutter closed and how Brittany's shutters. Santana brings her face closer and rests their foreheads together. Her eyes close as she lets her hands move along Brittany's hardened shaft over the thin fabric covering it. It twitches under her touch.
Brittany's hand finds hers and guides it inside her shorts.
"Please," She hears Brittany say above a whisper.
If Santana wasn't wet already, Brittany's begging with a whisper certainly did the works.
Brittany moans when Santana's hot hand touches her throbbing cock. Santana fondles it before pulling her shorts down and freeing her cock. It bounces as it is released and smacks her on the stomach. The air feels cold on her hard, hot cock. Santana wraps her hand around it and begins to slide her fingers along its length. Brittany moans and bucks her hips involuntary. She closes her eyes and licks her lips as Santana continues to move her hand, spreading her precum along here shaft.
She lets herself get lost in the sensation, moaning again when Santana starts kissing along her jawline and neck, sucking and leaving her love marks all over.
"Ready for me?" She hears Santana husk into her ear.
All she does is nod. Brittany opens her eyes only to see Santana drop to her knees. The eyes never part as Santana smiles up at her before opening her mouth and nearing her head and wrapping her hot, wet mouth on her cock. The sensation makes her close her eyes. Santana is slow, soft, and gentle at first, easing more of her cock into her mouth as she bobs her head. Her hand continues to move along the length that isn't engulfed by Santana's mouth. It feels too good that she tilts her head.
Santana gags on her cock, and she feels her throat tighten around her. This makes her hands land on Santana's head, where she holds it in place and bucks her hips. One of Santana's hands grabs her ass. Brittany thrust into her mouth again before letting Santana pull back for air. Santana releases her, smacks her cock on her tongue a few times. She sucks the tip, running the tip of her tongue on the slit before moving her tongue on the entire side of her cock. Once she gets to her balls, she circles her tongue around her nut, before taking it into her mouth and lightly sucking on it. She releases it with a pop and does the same to its twin before running her tongue back up along the other side of her cock. Once at the top anew, she takes it all into her mouth, gagging again, releasing it, and then repeating the action. Eventually, her gagging subsides, and she is able to hold her entire cock in her mouth for brief moments. Brittany begins to thrusts into her, holding her head several times, and sometimes even pushing her into her.
Brittany is a moaning mess. Santana's mouth is wonderful. She's so close to coming, but she wants more. She opens her eyes and looks at Santana, who has her eyes closed. She thrust into her a little more before taking her cock out of Santana's mouth. The action has Santana looking up at her with disappointment, hunger, and slight confusion. Brittany bands over and movies her hands so that they hold her face in place as she kisses her. She moans at the saltiness of her precum inside Santana's mouth.
She separates, straightens her body, and removes her sports bra. Santana tugs at her shorts and underwear and pulls them down. Brittany then teaches. Brittany, now naked in all her glory, kisses Santana again. She leans in this time, making Santana fall back. Brittany uses her arms to lay them down slowly. One on the flow, she begins to unbutton Santana's shirt. Brittany doesn't break their heated kisses while she works to remove the shirt. Needing air, she moves her kisses along Santana's jawline to her neck. She kisses and sucks her neck tenderly, nipping and tucking on the skin as she works her way down Santana's body. She places a delicate kiss on her heart and on each of her breasts before pushing her bra up to expose her rack.
Her hard, brown nipples look inviting. She squeezes her breasts, caressing them before she licks around her nipple, teasing her. Brittany flattens her tongue, running it over her the rock hard flesh. Without further ado, she takes it into her mouth and sucks on it gently. Santana hands find her head as Santana's body arches into her mouth and releases the most pleasurable sounds from her mouth. It causes her to buck her hips into the ground beneath her. She gives the same attention and love to Santana's other breast. Brittany drags her lips and mouth down Santana's abdomen. She places kisses around her belly button before pulling away just enough to look up at Santana, who is looking down at her since her mouth was no longer on her.
Santana's face is flushed. Her mouth is open. Brittany is pretty sure she looks to be in the same state. She rests her body on her elbows and uses her hands to unzip Santana's skirt. She then digs her fingers inside the hem and pulls it and her panties down. Brittany gets on her knees and removes it from her feel. All that's left on Santana is her bra. It still rests above her breast all. Brittany bites her lip as she observes Santana's body in front of her.
"God, you're so hot, Babe."
Brittany's cock twitches in the air when her eyes land on Santana's pussy. She can see how wet she is. She can smell the scent in the air. She reaches down and grabs her hard, aching cock. She pumps it a few times, needing some relief. She wants to be inside Santana so badly. She wants to feel Santana's hot pussy tightening around her cock. She wants to pound her so good and have Santana beg for her more. She is so fucking addicted to Santana, and she doesn't care.
She takes one of Santana's legs, kisses her ankles, and continues to kiss her way down, down, down her leg. Eventually, Santana's leg is resting on her shoulder. When she reaches mid-thigh, she drags her mouth to Santana's inner thigh. She closes her eyes again and slowly inhales her scent. She loves the smell of pussy, especially when it was Santana's. She sticks her tongue out and slowly drags her tongue up along Santana's slit. Santana's hands find her again, and this time, her hips back into her mouth. Oh, no problem If Santana wanted more of her tongue, Brittany would totally give her more. She positions Santana's other leg above her shoulders. She wastes no time in running her tongue along her slit. God, Santana tastes so fucking good.
Santana can't help but moan and the sensation of Brittany's hot tongue licking her pussy, sucking each one of her pussy lips with her warm mouth, and the gentle sucking Brittany does on her clit. She reaches for her breast and massages them as she grinds into Brittany's face to match her slow rhythm. Santana can feel how dripping wet her pussy is. She is spreading her wetness all over Brittany's face. It feels so, so good.
She opens her eyes and looks down at Brittany as she eats her out. The site only adds to her excitement. She turns her head when Brittany's tongue enters her pussy. The sight she sees in the mirror nearly makes her come. She always thought they looked hot while fucking, but looking at their reflection through the mirror made her realize just how hot they are. She can see everything.
She's heaving. Her face is flushed. She can see Brittany's head between her legs. She can see her breasts and her body. She can see Brittany's body, too, particularly her ass. She can see her legs behind Brittany. She uses one of her hands to reach down to Brittany's head. Never taking her eyes off the mirror, she holds Brittany's head in place and grinds slowly into her.
Her breathing deepens at the sensation and the site of their bodies working together. She looks down at Brittany and begins to quicken her movements. Brittany shakes her head, causing her to feel wonderful vibrations on her clit.
"Ugh fuck," She moans breathlessly as her eyes close.
She can feel her orgasms approaching. She's on the edge. She continues to grind into Brittany's face and rolls her hips with her movements.
"Oh, shit,"
Harder, quicker her movements become. Brittany wraps her arms around her hips and grabs her legs to still them as she keeps her tongue inside her. She sticks her tongue as far as she can and uses her nose to stimulate her clit.
Closer, closer, she gets. Her stomach contrasts as her breathing deepens. Despite Brittany's hold in her legs, she squeezes them close, squishing Brittany between her legs. She continues her movements as she chases her release. Her moans are more frequent now.
She pushes Brittany into her more.
"Fuuu-ugh-ck, I-"
She doesn't finish the sentence as she focuses on the feeling of being on the edge. Her eyes furrow, her mouth widens, and her abdomen tightens. She starts trembling.
"Oh God, Britt," she manages to say before her body arches as she releases a loud, lengthy moan.
All her muscles relax as she begins to feel tingles all over her body. She hums in satisfaction as Brittany continues to help her rid her movements. Her heart beats rapidly inside her. Her breathing is quick. She feels so relaxed.
Brittany comes up to her. Her two legs still rest on Brittany's shoulders. Her face is so flushed, and her mouth area is covered with her juices. She can't help but smile lazily at her. Santana brings her hands to her face and pulls her in for a kiss, humming as she tastes herself. She licks and sucks her lower lip, getting turned on. She pulls away but gives chaste kisses all over Brittany's mouth and tries to clean her face.
Brittany reaches down as Santana kisses her and licks her juices from her face. She moans when Santana enters her tongue into her mouth. The taste of her kisses mixed in with her pussy juice is amazing. Brittany uses her hand t spread her pre-cum down her entire length. She rubs her wet tip on Santana's still wet pussy.
Santana pulls away from the kiss and releases a shaker breath, but holds her face close. Brittany rests her forehead on Santana's. She moves her left arm so that she can support her body weight, while she uses the other to grab her cock at the base. Their hot air mix together as she slowly begins to enter her. All Brittany can focus on us the warm, wet sensation that engulfs her hard cock tightly.
Santana takes more and more of her until she's balls deep. She can feel Santana's wetness on her balls. She moans. It takes everything in her not to cum on the spot. Her hand no longer guiding her cold in, now helps support her body. Santana begins to kiss her lips softly and begins to circle her hips slowly. Brittany grinds into her, slowly spreading Santana's wetness all over her balls.
She opens her eyes and looks at Santana, who still has hers closed. She looks so god damn beautiful.
Brittany begins to thrust into her slowly. The overwhelming sensation causes her to close her eyes.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she whispers into Santana's face.
Her thrusts are short and soft. One thrust, then another and another before she grinds into her. She loves the subtle change in Santana's breathing when she does so. She also loves how wet it makes Santana. It's driving her wild to have Santana's wetness spread all over her balls and pelvic area. She can smell it all around them.
She leans down and kisses her before she starts to thrust into her harder.
Santana hums in approval as she meets Brittany's hard, short thrust.
"Shit," she grunts. "Oh, ssshhhiiiiit ." She moans out.
She's so focused on her pleasure that she nearly misses Santana's request to open her eyes. Santana nudges her nose with hers.
"Look at us," she requests again.
Dazed and confused, she opens her eyes. Her movements don't stop.
The first thing she sees is Santana's beautiful smile and then a slight tilt with her head to the mirror.
Brittany turns to the direction Santana mentioned. She catches her eyes that are also looking at the mirror.
Hotly, Santana whispers into her ear. "Look at us."
Santana grinds into her before she thrust her hips into her.
"We're so hot." She hears her whisper.
Brittany smirks. She turns to look at Santana and kisses her hotly before returning her vision to the mirror.
She watches their reflection as she thrust into her. One thrust, then two, then five before she grinds into her. Santana was right. They looked hot.
She turns away to focus on Santana again.
"I love you," she whispers into her face between thrusts before she kisses her.
"I love you, too."
Their position makes it hard to keep kissing, but they share a few more sloppy kisses as Brittany's movements slowed significantly.
Brittany grinds into her harder and harder, causing Santana's eyes to shut as her mouth opens. Brittany thrust out slowly only to thrust back in hard. Santana exhales shakily.
Beautiful moans escape from Santana's mouth. Brittany continues to grind into her. She can hear her labored breathing that causes her chest to heave. She can feel the hot air in her face. The way Santana's fingertips press into her scalp, and the way her pussy is pulsating around her, she knows Santana is close again. Santana's breathing gradually increases. She watches with adoration and wonders as Santana's eyes furrowed in concentration.
"I'm close," Santana whispers to her.
Brittany continues to grind into her slowly, putting her pleasure aside for Santana's.
She listens and watches as Santana's breathing changes more. She continues to grind, Santana's pussy begins to tighten around her. It feels so amazing that she can no longer keep her eyes open.
"Baby," Santana starts but doesn't finish.
Santana's movements still. Brittany hears a sharp intake of breath as Santana tightens around her. Both release a moan when Santana cums. Santana's body relaxes. Brittany grinds into her, helping her ride out her orgasm. Everything is so much wetter. This only turns her on more.
Brittany opens her eyes when she feels Santana's inner walls relax again. A few seconds later, Santana opens her eyes, too. Brittany can't help but smile at her. Santana is so beautiful post-orgasm.
Santana smiles at her and then pulls her into a kiss. Brittany was not expecting the hunger in Santana's eyes when she pulled away.
"Fuck me," she tells her with a whisper.
Brittany nearly cums at the sound of the words. She feels the fire inside her grow.
She thrust out, existing Santana, who whimpers when she does so. She repositions herself, opening Santana's legs with her hands. Santana's cum slips of her wet pussy. She bites her lip at the site. She wants to lick Santana clean, and so she does. She repositions herself to comfort Lyndon so, before she lowers her head. Brittany sticks her tongue out and runs it along her slit, licking slowly to pick up every drop that seeped out of Santana. Santana moans as she places her hand on her head. When she's done, Santana pulls her up for a kiss. Santana moans again when Brittany swirls her tongue over Santana's, giving her a taste of herself.
Brittany reaches down, pumps her cock, before grabbing it by the base. She rubs her hard cock on Santana's pussy, making it wet again as she continues to kiss her. Brittany loves having Santana's wetness all over her dock and balls. She lets it go as she grinds on her, enjoying the sweet slow kisses. When Santana and her cock are wet again, she reaches down again and guides her head inside Santana again. She slides in effortlessly. Ine of her hands wraps to hold Santana by the shoulders while the other rests in one of her thighs. Santana pulls away from the kiss and gasps in relief when she's balls deep.
Their bodies are sticky with sweat. Their breasts rest on each other. Brittany can feel Santana's hard nipples on her skin. She thrusts out only to thrusts back in hard. One of Santana's hands lands on the one resting on her thigh, the other her is on her shoulder. Again, Brittany thrusts out and thrusts back in. Santana moans again. She moves her hips and grinds their hips together when Brittany is balls deep again.
Brittany continues to thrust her hips in and out. Santana is so wet she can hear the wet squishy sound and feel her wetness in her balls. Brittany plowed hard and quick into her.
"Fuck, oh,"
She hears Santana says as her hand grants her as and pushes her in deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuu-ugh" Santana's cries of Lela sure turn to quicker, shortened moans and grunts.
Brittany can feel Santana's pussy begin to clam tightly around her, suffocating her cock in the best way possible.
"Ugh, yes," she grunts into Santana's ear.
She raises her torso and Hoover's above her as she plows into her quickly and harder as the tightness ankles it harder and harder to move.
"God, Santana," she grunts as she feels her body begin to her closer and closer.
She feels her balls and abdomen tighten. A telltale sign she's about to bust her load. Determined to finish Santana off first, she reaches down, finds her clit, and rapidly starts to move her fingers in a circular motion, massaging her.
"Oh," Santana husks out, never slowing her movements.
Their breathing is hard and fast. Moans, grunts, and gasps mix with the sound of Brittany's balls slapping on Santana's dripping push. Brittany can feel Santana's walls pulsating around her cock as it tightens around her.
"Oh, shit," Brittany grunts out, "Fuck,"
Brittany licks her lips at the delicious sensations she's feeling and thrusts her hips rapidly as she feels her eyes brows furrow. She's close, too. "Oh, fuuuu-ugh-ck," she says when She feels Santana claw her nails into her back while the other tries to push her in deeper than she already is.
"Baby," Santana says quickly. "Britt, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I-"
Brittany thrust inside her one last time until she's balls deep in again. She stills her movements, and she grunts as she cums.
"Oh," Santana says, releasing a high-pitched moan as she cums after her.
Brittany grinds into her as she releases her cum.
She nudges her nose with Santana's and gives her a shirt sloppy kiss. She can still feel Santana throbbing around her as she continues to cum inside of Santana. Her cock twitches as the last bit of her cum. She brings her hand up from Santana and grabs her face, stilling her as she kisses her passionately.
They open their eyes and exchange dopey smiles before going in for a chaste kiss. Brittany repositions herself, exiting out of Santana slowly, before resting her head on Santana's chest. They lay there satisfied as their breathing slows down, holding each other close. Brittany is calm as she listens to Santana's beating heart.
A few moments later, after their breathing has returned to normal, Brittany movies to Santana's side and pops her head up with her elbow and hand as she moves one leg over Santana's legs. She traces a pattern on Santana's midriff.
"Wow, that was-" Brittany starts to say but is interrupted.
"Amazing." Santana finishes.
"As always," Brittany responds before they chuckle.
Brittany takes her hand and guides it up to Santana's face. She caresses her cheek before she kisses her. Their kiss is interrupted when they hear Santana's phone from the kitchen.
Santana grunts. It was her time going off. She had set the alarm to make sure she was early for her meeting with Quinn. Quinn was her best friend, and making up with her was important.
"What?" Brittany asks her.
"I finally texted Quinn." She responds with a smile.
Santana's smile grows when she sees Brittany smile at her. Brittany knows about their big fight and the reason behind it. Brittany had suggested she call her sooner after she told her that she had seen Quinn upset as well, but she couldn't. What Quinn told her really hurt her, but there had to be a reason, and she wanted to know what it was.
"Does this mean you're finally making up?" Brittany asks with a hopeful look.
Santana bites her lip, not wanting to say yes because she's superstitious and doesn't want to jinx it. "Maybe," Santana responds.
"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing. Looking all hot and sexy and being super adorable."
The comment only makes her blush. I am so goddamn whipped. It's fucking ridiculous. She lets go of her lip as she looks into Brittany's eyes. She could get lost in those eyes forever. She brings her hand to Brittany's face and caresses her lips with her thumb.
"I love you," She whispers.
The words leave her mouth subconsciously. It's like she can't contain the love she has for Brittany. She kisses her, needing to feel Brittny's lip son hers again. It goes on for a lot longer than she intended. Just enough to get Brittany excited again.
"I love you, too," Brittany says when they pull away.
"I'm glad to hear that, babe, because I've got to shower," She rolls them over so that Brittany is on her back. She gives her a chaste kiss, looks at Brittany's growing cock. "You're going to have to take care of that all by yourself."
She gets up and smiles when she feels Brittany's eyes follow her to the door. As she reaches the door, she turns around, "The routine is fantastic, by the way."
She smiles when Brittany chuckles and then turns around to make her way to the bathroom. She's got 45 minutes to get ready.
Quinn thanks Puck she receives the drink he offers her before he takes a seat to join her. Apart from Santana, he is her best friend. They met not long after she started attending NYU. She had been looking for a good lunch spot, and he was opening up his restaurant. He was corny and hit on her. She had found him incredibly handsome and charming, but she also noticed he had a way with the ladies. How attractive she found him soon didn't matter. She met Santana Lopez soon after. She fell head over heels quickly.
"So, she finally texted you back," he says, breaking the silence.
"She did," she replies before she takes a drink from her beer.
"You think you'll be okay?"
"I will be."
"I don't want to see you all messed up over her again."
She smiles at him sadly. He had been the one she went to when she broke up with Santana. She was a mess. He helped her bounce back.
"I need to get the closure I never got. Maybe then I can close that chapter of my life."