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You and Brittany are laying out by the pool at your apartment complex working on your tans. She's lying on her stomach with the latest issue of Scientific American propped up against the back of the lounge chair. You're grinning like a dope but you love just watching her sometimes. Seeing the way her eyebrows crinkle when she's really focused on something, or the way the left corner of her mouth lifts up in a tiny smile when she reads something she thinks is really cool. You feel like you could write an entire book just on what she doesn't say. You hate to break her focus but you've been meaning to talk to her about moving in.
"So, I guess we should start thinking about bringing the rest of your stuff over, huh? You've only got a few more weeks of your lease left."
She turns her head over to you slowly and grins at you, "Yeah, we should do that. Although to be honest, most of it's already here."
"Oh, don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking more and more stuff over," you reply, reaching over to lightly pinch her side.
She giggles and pulls away to swat at your probing hand, "Hey, I'm just trying to save us from having to move a million boxes at once."
"So, it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that your cousin is crashing on your couch and you're annoyed with him?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Sam and I are getting along famously."
"Yeah, I bet," you smirk.
She flips herself over and climbs onto your chair with you, straddling your waist. You feel the tanning oil on her skin slide across your thighs, causing you to shiver from the sensation.
"How about… we stop talking about my annoying cousin and start talking about the fact that we're moving in together soon? That's a much more exciting topic."
Your grin is so wide that it's starting to hurt your cheeks, you sit up quickly, throwing your arms around Brittany's waist to keep her from falling backwards.
"We're MOVING IN TOGETHER!" you yell out, surging forward for another kiss. What you didn't anticipate was how fast your kiss would go from sweet and lingering to inappropriate and borderline pornographic.
"We should... mm... Britt we should stop. "
"Mmhmm," she mumbled out, making no moves to stop sucking on your neck.
"Briiiiiitttttt," you whine, pushing her away by the shoulders, "We both know what this is about to turn into and we are in the middle of the apartment complex."
She slows down and rests her head against your shoulder as you run your fingers through her hair.
"You suck," she breathes out.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, you wiggle out from underneath her and stand up to head towards the gate leading out of the pool area, grabbing her magazine for her as you go. She's leering at your ass so she misses the mischievous grin on your face as you sway your hips in an attempt to get her to follow you. It works like a charm and she's scrambling to catch up, she gets about arms-length away from you and you spin around, catching her off guard. She's off balance as it is, so it only takes a little shove to send her careening into the cold water of the pool. You're laughing your head off when she sputters to the surface, reaching up to sweep her hair out of her face.
"I thought you might need to cool off a bit," you giggle out with a smirk.
She narrows her eyes playfully with a smile on her face and you're forgot to take into account how athletic she is because before you know it, you let out a shriek as she jumps out of the pool and starts chasing you down the sidewalk.
"No running by the pool!" you laugh out loudly as you try to keep ahead of her on the way to your apartment.
"We aren't by the pool anymore and you're in so much trouble!" she yells out from behind you.
You decided after a brief "discussion" in the shower that you should just go ahead and move her stuff over. Sam is taking over her lease so she doesn't really need to be there anyways. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't purely selfish on your side, but hey, it was going to happen anyways. The sooner, the better.
You've been packing up Brittany's room for the better part of the day. Luckily, it's been mostly clothes, books, and other random stuff. All of her furniture was staying here with Sam, which worked out because you already had furniture anyways. You're standing by her dresser, trying to figure out if you've forgotten anything as she tapes up the last box.
"I can't believe this is actually happening," you comment softly.
"I can, I knew you were something I needed when I first laid eyes on you."
"Oh yeah, I think that something you needed was in my pants," you joke.
"Well… yeah that too, but it was more than just that. I could barely even look at other people after meeting you. You ruined my game."
You roll your eyes, "I didn't do anything."
"Well, nevertheless, I'm glad we're here. I wouldn't trade it for all the pretty girls in the world," she replies, picking the box up off the floor, "I'm going to run this downstairs, I'll be right back."
"Such a charmer," you mumble as she presses a quick kiss to your mouth and walks out of the room.
You turn around and rest your phone on the top of the dresser, propping yourself up on your elbows. You're mindlessly scrolling through Facebook when you feel hands on your hips and a body pressing into you from behind.
"Hi" she breathes in your ear, punctuated with a nip to your earlobe.
"Hi," you reply, trying to spin yourself around only to have Brittany's hands hold firm to your hips.
"This is the last time we're going to be in this apartment alone, you know."
Her hands loosen on your hips and glide around to the front of your body, cupping your breasts with a squeeze. You immediately feel the effects of her hands on your body.
"Mmhmm"
Her right hand leaves your breast and trails a path under your panties down to the apex of your thighs, while her left hand tweaks your nipple causing you to jolt.
"I thought we could go out with a… bang." The last word is said in time with her fingers lightly pinching your clit. The moan you let out is obscene, you're really glad Sam is at the store at the moment.
"That... was really... cheesy, Britt," you reply around panting breaths.
She laughs softly behind you, "Here, let me make it up to you."
Her hands glide lower and she's rubbing circles around your entrance with her finger tips while keeping pressure on your clit. You're glad that she's holding you up because otherwise your legs would've given out a long time ago.
"Britt… please…"
She nods and slowly sinks her fingers into you, curling as she drags them back out. Your head falls back against her shoulder as she continues her pace. You're breathing hard and she's grinding into you from behind. Her pace quickens and she's gliding her hand under your bra to squeeze roughly, you can feel your pebbled nipple rubbing against her palm and the sensation causes you to jerk your hips, causing her to slip deeper into you.
"You are so beautiful, Santana," Brittany whispers into your ear, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck and shoulder.
She slows her thrusts and pushes deep inside of you, holding still while you grind yourself on her hand. You know this isn't going to last much longer, you're having a hard time keeping up as it is.
"Oh my god…"
With one last hard thrust, she glides her fingers out and up, to flick rapidly against your clit. Your eyes go wide before you let out a violent scream as your body breaks apart from the inside out. You ride out your orgasm as long as you can before you get to be too sensitive, guiding Brittany's fingers away from you. Your breath is coming easier and you lean back to press a long kiss to her mouth. You turn around in her arms and sink into her embrace. The two of you rest there for a minute before you turn her around and press her into the dresser.
"How long do we have until Sam gets back?"
"I don't know babe, he went to get snacks and protein powder or something"
Your hands glide down to the backs of her thighs, and your pull up, urging her to sit on the top of the dresser.
"Well, I guess you better be quiet then," you husk lowly into her ear.
Her eyes are deep blue with blown pupils when you reach for the button of her shorts. You curl your fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties, sliding them down her legs slowly and flinging them behind you. You stand up and walk across the room to close the door. Sauntering back to her, she's watching you closely with her bottom lip between her teeth. You pull her hips forward so that she's resting on the very edge of the dresser and then you drop to your knees. Judging by the gasp you received, you don't think she was quite expecting that. You look up to make sure you have eye contact before leaning forward and running your tongue from bottom to top. Her head flies back and she reaches out to grip your hair tightly in her fist and you wrap an arm around her waist to keep her stable. You know that there isn't much time, and that teasing isn't necessary at the moment so you drag your tongue back down and start up a feverish rhythm. You're pressing in and curling your tongue, pulling out and flicking her clit on repeat. She's losing her mind above you but impressively keeping quiet. You think she might actually be pulling hair out but you can't find it in you to care. Hit by a sense of urgency and the idea that Sam will be returning soon, you speed up as much as you can. The dresser is thumping loudly against the wall and Brittany doesn't seem to know what to do with her hands, she's squirming and her eyes are rolling back in the back of her head. You can tell she's close by the noises she's trying not to make and the little gasps leaving her mouth. You bring your hand up and slide two fingers deep into her and curl them, holding still, as you suck her clit into your mouth. She freezes above you just as you hear a key enter the lock of the front door. You thrust and curl your fingers and flick your tongue across her clit again to help bring her over the edge. She shatters above you and you try to bring her down softly.
"Britt? Santana? Are you guys here?"
You slide your fingers out as slowly as possible and stand up, licking your lips and pressing a quick kiss to her jaw.
"Are you still coming?" you ask, noticing that her hips are still slowly rolling on the dresser.
She opens her eyes and nods slowly, you groan and your stomach swoops pleasantly at the thought. You spin around as Sam knocks on the bedroom door, "Hey you guys in there?"
You look back and see that her hips have finally stopped rolling and she's catching her breath.
"Uh, yeah! We're just grabbing the last couple of things," you call out, followed by Brittany reaching down to grab your ass. You snap your head to her and see her smirking at you. Rolling your eyes at her joke you turn around and pull her to you to press a hot wet kiss on her lips.
"You're lucky you're so cute."
"And good in bed and… out of bed..."
"That too. Now put some pants on or we're never leaving."
"Ew, pants."
"We can continue this at home, you know," you stop for a moment after saying that and smile at the thought, "At our home that we now share. Cause you're moving in!"
She's smiling so sincerely that you feel yourself blushing under her gaze. She wraps you up in a hug and breathes in deeply.
"Yes, I am. Let's go home, babe."
The two of you got all the boxes into the house and unpacked before ordering Chinese food and camping out on the couch for the rest of the evening for a movie marathon. A little later, after a nice hot bath together, you're finally settling in to bed and the contentment finally hits you. This girl, this beautiful, intelligent, wonderful girl is yours. You're going to get to spend every night wrapped around her; you never have to worry about the disappointment that comes when she has to go home because this is her home. You're starting a life together now and you've never felt so elated and relaxed at the same time. You drift off easily with your head on Brittany's chest and her arm around your waist. Welcome Home.