Hi guys! Okay so, I haven't written in like...years, BUT I've been really in the writing mood lately and have been craving for some new Brittana action since Glee has been on such a long hiatus! This story is loosely based off a storyline from "The Office" If you guys like and review I may consider making this into a longer fic! Maybe 10 chapters or so. Lemme know what you think and hopefully I won't take AGES to update, anyways, happy reading! :]
He's talking to you again. His ginormous fish lips gape up and down like a fucking kangaroo and you can't look away. Is it possible they got bigger since yesterday? You shake your head. That's impossible…you hope.
"Maybe something with a Star Wars theme?"
His voice is muffled now. You think you've learned to tune him out the second he starts talking, but you like to think you can do better than that. You take a look at his musty brown shirt. It clings to his body in the worst ways.
"Where do you think the location should be?"
He speaks again. His words more muted than the last.
"The Lima Hotel?" He thinks out loud as he devours a bite of his lunch sandwich. His mouth is like a vacuum cleaner.
"They have that big room you know? Where everyone can dance?" He's rambling now and you swivel in your office chair a little, glancing at the time on your computer. He's been talking to you for only five minutes but you feel like its been literal ages.
Her eyes are like magnets, catching you from across the office. She sits behind her desk quietly, tapping her pen methodically along her work notebook. She's waiting for you and you know it. It's almost become a game now, how long you can stand talking to Sam before you shoot a text her way. Two minutes have passed since you checked the time last.
"Maybe even Tina's backyard?"
Her smirk is a test to your will.
"No." You say before Sam can spit another word. "I will strangle myself before I get married anywhere near lady Chang's household."
Your words seem to catch him off guard as his head zooms your way and his eyes widen.
"Um…" He thinks for a moment, "Then maybe we can find-"
"Please." You stop him, "Just find a great place." You pull out your cellphone and type a quick message. "I trust you enough to do this one task without coming to me for help with every little detail." Your words are stern. "Just this one thing." You stand from your chair and put your hands on his shoulders, "You can do it."
He nods quietly.
"Now I have somewhere to be." You say before patting him gently on the chest and heading for the door.
You know her eyes are following you. They always do. Sometimes you don't know how you could be any more obvious, but it seems like anyone has yet to catch on. You hear her pop her gum loudly as you pass and you wonder what color she's chewing today. Probably something pink. She likes pink.
Walking down to the warehouse is always a daunting task. You always feel the need to sprint down the stairs in pure anticipation.
"Calm the fuck down." You mumble to yourself and roll your eyes. God, could you be any more anxious? What the hell is wrong with you?
Your heels sound like fireworks they're so loud against the dull cement. You think about taking them off, but decide to keep them on for show. You slide the big metal door to the side and look at all the boxes lined against the walls. This place is so dirty-filthy even. You cringe thinking about that one time you know you saw a mouse scurrying around in the corner.
"You couldn't even last ten minutes."
You turn around and she's leaning against the metal door with a smirk.
You shrug, "I tried my best." You can't help but smile at the way she folds her arms against her chest. She has to have the nicest arms you've ever seen. "Close the door."
Her eyebrows lift with a quickness you only associate with her.
Her fingers brush against the corners of a packaging box and she plays with a piece of tape there, "How is the planning going?"
You don't really want to talk about this now, "Wonderful." You laugh at yourself, "Just great." Taking a step closer to her you admire the loose buttons on her shirt.
She blows a small bubble with her gum and it makes a quick pop. Pink. Of course.
"Care to share?" You point to her gum.
Her jaw moves one last time before she sticks out the chewed piece between her teeth.
"Really?" She asks in all seriousness.
You nod, "Yeah." Your voice is just above a rasp and you wonder how she could even hear you right now.
Her hand slides along your waist and she pulls you in to her close.
"I'm not great at sharing." She whispers looking down at you. You know what she's implying and you break eye contact, images of guilt seeping into your brain. You don't really have anything to say so you look down at your feet. Cold fingers touch your chin and you find yourself staring at her again.
"I'm joking."
Her whispered response is a cover-up, you know that.
You place your hand on the back of her neck and pull her in with a brunt force. Her lips taste like some kind of berry and you push her against the metal door. Her chest arches into yours and arousal shoots through every inch of your body. It amazes you how beautiful curves can be, even in the hazy darkness of a warehouse storage closet. Your lips are on her neck now and her dark red pumps are suddenly resting along your back. Her skirt has ridden up from her leg wrapping around you and you eyeball a glimpse of her yellow panties.
"I can't stand the way he talks to me, like I'm one of his college buddies." You say into her ear. Her fingers weave through your hair and she pulls on it lightly. "He talks for five minutes and I tune him out immediately." You say again. Her breathing is getting heavier. "But with you…" Your hand begins to sneak up under her blouse and you grab softly at her breast. She captures your hair again with a heavy moan. "…I want to hear every moan."
"Santana." She breathes.
"Every time you say my name."
Your hand slips down her skirt and your fingers tickle over her center. She bits down on her lip and her head thumps against the rusty metal door. Her hips move like waves, crashing into your palm again and again.
"Every deep breath," you nibble her earlobe, "I want to hear it all."
Your fingers slip under her panties and you feel her wetness. She's practically humping your hand and you can't get enough.
"Too bad we can't be too loud down here." You say just above a moan and you put your middle finger inside her.
She grips one hand tight around the back of your neck, "Fuck."
Her blouse rides up revealing her belly button and you decide to just remove her top all together. Her stomach reminds you of the ridged sand of the beach. She helps you remove her top and throws it to the ground. You secretly hope you don't find a mouse in there later, but you think you'll be okay. She unhooks her bra and you immediately latch your lips onto her right nipple. It's hard and cold, just like this room and you lap your tongue around the edge. You take a moment to release her from your finger and grab at both of her breasts, squeezing and kissing them roughly.
"Mmm…" You moan out and look her in the eyes. She steps out of her skirt and you hear the sound of her heels clank against the cement. You take a minute to glance her over. Her chest heaving up and down, her nipples with the faint glistening of saliva over them, and the damp spot on her panties make for an image you'll have to save for later. She's waiting for you, waiting for you to make a move and you finally come out of your haze and grab at the hem of her underwear, pulling it down. As you slowly pull them down you crouch to hoop them around her feet, getting a whiff of her arousal pooling at her center.
She's completely naked now and you haven't shed an ounce of clothing. You think it's kind of hot actually, feeling like you have dominance over this interaction. As you begin to stand up again you trace your fingers over her toned legs, up her thighs and over her hips before you quickly turn her around and pin her face up against the door.
"Oh shit," she grunts and you see her mouth hang open as the side of her cheek is pressed against metal. Her eyes flash down towards your fingers and you know you have to act soon, but first, you let your hands roam along the curve of her back and over her ass. Her ass is perfect.
Your hands move around to her abs, hypnotized by the feel of her and reach up to grab her boobs. Her hands are planted high above her head and she ruts out her ass against your center. Your breathing gets heavy, she could probably make you cum by just rubbing up against you but you want to make her feel good first.
"Jesus Santana." She says as she begins a steady rhythm of grinding into you. You push back, itching to feel a little more through your business skirt. You can feel yourself getting closer and she starts to move her ass in small circles against you. You bite at your bottom lip, trying to pull yourself away from her but you can't. It feels so good. You're still gripping at her breasts as you are grinding into her from behind and she keeps moving her ass in a way that is completely intoxicating.
You close your eyes tight, "Shit."
You're cuming before you can stop yourself, letting out heavy breathes as she continues moving her hips. She saw you from the corner of her eye and she smirks knowingly. It's ridiculous how hot she makes you. You grab her shoulders and flip her back over so she is facing you and shove her against the door again. You don't waste any time shoving two fingers into her center and her nails dig into your blazer.
"Fuck," she says again and you know she's close. You're pumping into her as you kiss at her neck and you're almost sure you leave a hickey on the left side. You don't want to think about what will happen tomorrow, but you think about something else quicker.
"Hearing you cum is my favorite thing," You say into her ear.
You begin to pump a little faster, "Cum for me."
"Santana." She moans out a little louder than you'd expect, but you don't care by this point.
You move your lips to one of her breasts, "Come on…" You say with a tiny smirk.
She's breathing heavily and her forehead is glistening with sweat.
"Cum for me…"
"Fuck."
"Cum for me Brittany." You say and swiftly crouch in front of her center. You lick there and gently suck on her clit. Her center forcefully grinds against your lips and she's cuming into your mouth.
"Oh my god." She continues to moan as her orgasm hits her wave after wave. You wipe your mouth and begin to kiss up her body.
You're interrupted by the sound of your phone buzzing on top of a packaged box.
"You should probably get that." Brittany says before she bends down to gather her clothing. You hate how quickly this has ended. Your phone vibrates again and you open up the text message left there.
Where are you? Boss called a meeting in five. – Sam
You put your phone down your blouse and you turn around to an almost fully clothed Brittany.
"We should get going, boss called a meeting in five." You say. You can't take your eyes off her as she pulls her skirt up and over her soaked panties.
"Right, I'll leave first." She says and slides open the door with a huff. She throws you a wink over her shoulder and says, "Bye" before you could even say anything remotely caring to her. You look down at your watch…you'll leave in three minutes. You sigh and sit down on a box.
Sometimes you don't know how you get away with this every time, sometimes you tell yourself to stop, but sometimes…usually always…you never do. After all, her vibrant yellow shirt clings to her body…in the best ways.
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