AN: Hi again! Here's a new update. Thank you everyone who followed, favorited, reviewed or prompted after last chapter. It's nice to see a favorable response to my writing. I honestly think I suck, but you guys seem to disagree so I'll take it! Thanks for disagreeing btw! You're all wonderful! ;)
Anyway, enough mushy shit, you all came for smut so lets get to it… It seems the consensus after last chapter is a girl!peen Santana story or a continuation from last chapter. Sorry! This update, unfortunately is neither of those ideas because I already had this in mind before I posted anything, but I am going to do a girl!peen Santana one shot at some point (if that's not your thing you can always skip that update) and I haven't ruled out turning some of these one shots into 2 or 3 shots so there is hope if you wanted to see more of the mutual masturbation Brittana pairing. Stay tuned. I hope you like what I did with this update despite it not being either of the two most prompted ideas. :)
Summary- Brittany has to have some minor surgery due to an overuse injury from dancing. The surgery goes fine, but apparently she doesn't react typically to anesthesia which is discovered after she comes to in the recovery room. Santana knows Brittany is physically fine so she finds her wife's reaction to the drug very amusing and cute. Whatever happens next- happens next. Read on to find out.
Things You Need To Know Before Reading: This is a GKM fill and a future fic as you probably already assumed based on the word "wife" in the summary. The summary is not the prompt btw. I felt the prompt gave away too much because it was basically a video. Besides, I don't think you're even allowed to link webpages here. So if you want to see the video this idea came from let me know and I will send you the link, (it's worth the watch) but definitely don't watch it before reading. You will be totally spoiled and it's so worth it not to be.
KINKS- Again, they are listed at the bottom of the page. If you choose to scroll down and read them it is up to you, but please don't blame me if you don't and you have a negative reaction. (Although I can't imagine a negative reaction ever occurring from this chapter. It's pretty fluffy on the kink scale from completely fluffy to completely raunchy.)
Thanks for reading and OP and everyone else I hope you enjoy this story! Oh, and a special thank you needs to go out to my previously MIA beta, brittanafan25. Thanks for making sense of my original draft of this one shot. It's much better now that it has question marks where appropriate. ;)
Disclaimer: Glee- still not mine.
Jackpot
The date February 24th had been marked on the calendar in their home office for about four months now and it was finally here, much to Santana's dismay. It was the date of her wife's foot surgery. Brittany was more than ready to just get it over with so she could eventually get back to dancing without pain, but Santana was far less enthused. What if something goes wrong? kept echoing in Santana's mind. She couldn't handle that happening. Even a slight hiccup scared the shit out of her because that could mean Brittany might never dance again, hell, it might mean she'd never walk again or worse.
Shaking her head for about the fiftieth time that morning, she let that thought quickly be jostled loose from her mind. She refused to go there as she waited in the waiting room at Mount Sinai Hospital. Brittany's going to be fine she told herself again.
There were a few other people waiting in the same uncomfortable chairs in the mostly empty waiting room. She wondered who those people were waiting for as she studied their expressions. Were any of those people as important as Brittany was to her? She looked at a young man maybe a few years older than her across the room and thought not. He was practically asleep, slumped low in the chair. There was no way with how she felt that she could possibly fall asleep like he was, and this wasn't even a major surgery. Santana couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of a basket case she would be if it were something bigger or more life threatening.
Santana looked at her watch and noticed it had been about three hours since the doctor and nurses wheeled Brittany away. She recalled from one of the pre-operation doctor's appointments that the surgery was only supposed to take two hours. She tried not to get ahead of herself about how long it had been, but she could feel her heart rate increasing anyway. She tried to relax and breathe. She guessed it wasn't taking excessively long just yet, besides, she re-thought, it probably takes a little while before the doctor can get into the actual surgery; be patient.
Brittany had reassured her many times, as well as her doctor. It's a simple procedure and there's no need to worry, they'd said, but it was still a surgery that involved her wife so to Santana that meant an instant spike in her blood pressure. The surgery was nothing more than a simple pin in Brittany's right foot, but when it involved a scalpel and her wife it still meant that Santana spent the entire time in the waiting room either sitting and nervously bouncing her knees or pacing back and forth to the coffee vending machine. The coffee really sucked, but she was on her fourth cup despite that fact; she was nervous and needed to keep busy with something even if it was just sipping bad coffee and trying not to hyperventilate now that the time had passed that the surgery was supposed to be over.
Just as Santana had taken her last sip from her fourth coffee and was about to set the empty cardboard cup down, Brittany's doctor finally walked through the door.
He told her that Brittany had done great and that everything went very well, (as expected) and that Brittany would be waking up shortly in her room. Santana had more questions, or at least she had prior to the doctor's arrival, but now that he was standing in front of her all she could manage was a, "can I see her now", and a "thank you" before trying not to sprint to her wife's room.
They both got in the elevator together and stood silently until the elevator stopped on Brittany's floor. The doctor made no move to exit so Santana turned to ask if he was coming.
"No," the doctor replied easily. "I have some rounds to make, but the nurses are great and Brittany's in good hands."
"Oh," Santana replied slightly dumbfounded that he was done with Brittany just like that.
"Don't worry Mrs. Lopez-Pierce," the doctor said, sensing Santana's unease. "Your wife's fine and she'll be dancing up a storm before you know it. The nurses have all my notes and they will take great care of her."
Santana breathed a sigh of relief. She'd really been working herself up for nothing. "Thank you again doctor," Santana said, holding out one hand to stop the elevator doors from shutting, and pinching her between the heavy metal and she held her other hand out for the older man to shake.
"You're quite welcome," he replied, smiling and gripping her hand firmly. "Tell your wife she was a great patient and that I will be up in few hours to check on her before she's discharged."
Santana nodded without a word and left the elevator.
She walked at a normal pace to Brittany's room feeling a million pounds lighter now that she knew Brittany was really fine. Actually, Brittany was better than fine. The doctor said she would be able to dance again in no time. It was everything she'd been hoping for. Brittany was going to be so happy to hear the news.
She got to Brittany's room to find a nurse adjusting Brittany's pillows and leaving some crackers on the table that swung over the bed.
"Hi," the silver haired nurse said after turning around and seeing Santana standing in the doorway.
"Hi," Santana echoed. "I'm Brittany's wife. How's she doing?"
"Oh," the nurse said, pausing for only a brief second before smiling and looking back at Brittany who was still asleep in the hospital bed. "She's wonderful. She should be waking up soon," she said turning back to Santana. "I left her some crackers. Try to get her to eat them when she wakes up. She might be a little out of it while she starts to come out of the anesthesia, but that's completely normal just try to have her eat the crackers. It will help to have something in her stomach."
"No problem. Thank you," Santana said, before walking past the nurse to move closer to Brittany's bed.
Santana felt this wave of relief wash over her after scanning Brittany's body from head to toe and then settling into the chair beside the bed to wait for Brittany to wake up. Brittany really was fine and the relief was almost enough for Santana to feel as though she could fall asleep, (she hadn't slept well last night), but before she could even think about shutting her eyes, Brittany started to stir and Santana was immediately back at attention.
It took Brittany a minute to finally open her eyes and Santana released a deep, relieved breath when she saw her wife's foggy, but still beautiful, blue eyes.
"Hey gorgeous," Santana cooed softly so she wouldn't startle her. "How ya feelin?'" she asked, scooting the chair closer to Brittany's bed and tucking some blonde hair behind her wife's ear when she was close enough- not that she ever felt like she could truly get close enough, especially in situations like this.
Brittany looked around, dazed, like she was trying to find where the sudden noise was coming from, and when her hazy blue eyes finally landed on Santana she looked at her like she was trying to focus but couldn't.
Santana thought it was cute and just stood there playing with the same strands of hair that she just tucked behind her ear and waited for Brittany to actually see her. It took so long that Santana even had to glance back to the door to see if someone else had come into the room because even though Brittany was looking at her it seemed like she was staring at something about twenty feet behind her, like she was looking right through her.
"You okay?" Santana asked with a nervous chuckle when Brittany still hadn't responded.
Brittany's head wobbled back and forth like it was too heavy for her neck and then she smiled like Santana speaking or her head rolling side to side was the funniest thing in the world. Santana noticed it was Brittany's 'I'm really drunk' smile. Santana chuckled again, this time to herself and smiled back at Brittany adoringly, realizing she really was okay. She just happened to be high as a kite.
"Whoooa," Brittany finally said, drawing out the word while her eyes still tried to focus on where Santana was now standing close to her. "I'm good," She announced. "I'm gooood," she said again like she was testing the words and sounds, tasting them in her mouth. "Gooooood."
"You sure?" Santana asked back, smiling with her dimples at Brittany's cute medicated, slurring.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Fine!" She pronounced before her head wobbled again. "Are we on a boat? You know like…" she said, making an example of rolling her hand like a wave.
Santana tried not to laugh. "No honey, we're not on a boat," she responded with care. "You're probably just feeling a little dizzy from the medicine."
"Hmm," Brittany sighed, appearing to think. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them again like it was taking more effort than she currently possessed. "I'm feelin' dizzy," Brittany confirmed and then giggled. "That's a funny word." She laughed again. "Dizz-ya… dizz-yaaa."
"Yeah, Britt," Santana chuckled with her, "that's a funny word. How bout you try to eat some crackers, the nurse said it will help you feel better."
Brittany took the cracker that Santana opened for her and took a small nibble.
"Do you need anything else?" Santana asked, watching her wife make a cute, disgusted face at the cracker like it was the worst thing she ever tasted.
Brittany was quiet for a few seconds and dropped her hand heavily to her chest with the cracker still tucked between her fingers and dreamily stared off across the room.
"Brittany," Santana announced, trying to get her wife's attention.
Brittany turned clumsily towards Santana and stared with a little more focus directly at her.
"Did the doctor send you?" She asked, tiredly giving Santana a once over with appraising, squinting, trying to focus, blue eyes. "Cause you are eye candy," she slurred, opening her eyes wide and licking her dry lips.
Santana wanted to laugh at Brittany's statement, but held it in which took a lot of effort on her part. Maybe in the end a small squeak did leak out, but for the most part she managed to suppress her laughter. She didn't want Brittany to feel bad or think she was laughing at her, although, she was pretty drugged up so she probably wouldn't even notice or care.
"Whoooaa!" Brittany punctuated her last statement with a clumsy gesture with her cracker like she was trying to put the exclamation point on the statement with an emphatic hand wave. "Eye candy!"
"Are you a model?" Brittany asked continuing on, her eyes drooping once and then twice before sighing heavily. "You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen," she said like the weight of Santana's beauty was too much for her to handle.
"Just try and relax Britt," Santana soothed softly, seeing her wife's struggle. Santana knew both Brittany's doctor and the elderly nurse had told her that Brittany might be out of it, but this? Was it possible that Brittany didn't remember her? Was that normal? "You should really try to eat your crackers. The nurse said it would help."
She took another nibble before scrunching her face up again. "Can I sit up?"
"Let me go ask the nurse," Santana said, taking this as her chance to find someone to ask if Brittany's actions still fell within the norms.
Santana found a nurse standing outside in front of a computer and explained to her about Brittany's surgery and about how Brittany was acting. The nurse laughed briefly, not picking up on Santana's tension, but soon realized and softened to explain that Brittany's reaction to anesthesia was okay and not remotely the oddest thing they'd ever seen from someone coming off of heavy anesthesia. "Your wife will put things back together when the medicine wears off, don't worry," the nurse said, patting Santana on the shoulder and walking away in the opposite direction without another word as if this happened all the time.
Eased somewhat, Santana walked back into Brittany's room to see her lying there trying to again take a bite of the cracker. Damn it, Santana remembered, noticing Brittany pretty much lying flat on her back aside from a couple of pillows. She forgot to ask the nurse if Brittany could sit up, she thought, kicking herself.
"You're back," Brittany said happily, seeing Santana approach.
"I'm back," Santana cooed, smiling and sitting next to her to take Brittany's hand. "Can I get you anything?"
"Hmmmmm," Brittany elongatedly hummed like she just tasted something really good and was thinking about the taste very deeply. "Let, me, think…" she said drawing out the words.
"You're cute," Santana chuckled, seeing hints of Brittany's mischievous smile below the drug induced, hazy look and her cutely scrunched up nose.
"And you're beautiful. Who are you?" Brittany asked in a slurred tone.
The question startled Santana for a second, but she thought back to the nurse outside who made Brittany's behavior sound like it was something she saw everyday and it put her at ease and she chuckled again at her wife's drunken antics. "My name's Santana. I'm your wife."
Brittany's eyes immediately got huge and lit up with happiness. "You're MY wife?" she squeaked at the noticeable rise in volume of her scratchy voice. "Holy shit!" Brittany smiled.
Brittany started to trail off, but kept confirming her shock and delight in soft mumbled, dangs, and wows, and whoas.
"Have we kissed yet?" Brittany asked turning back to Santana, completely serious.
Santana giggled. "Even on drugs you still have a one track mind for our sweet lady kisses." Santana grinned and pecked Brittany's cheek in an extended kiss.
"Mmm," Brittany hummed, leaning further into the soft touch.
"Wow," Brittany said as Santana pulled away. "You're my wife," she said again like a sigh and like she was trying to allow it to actually set in. "How long?"
"Awhile," Santana giggled, watching Brittany roll back to the center of the bed to think to herself. Brittany looked awed and Santana loved it so she pulled out her phone to record it in the hopes she would catch some more drunkin' ramblings. It was so cute to see that her wife loved her and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world when she couldn't even remember her or the fact that they were married.
"Wow, I hit the jackpot!" Brittany suddenly announced in triumph, pumping her fist weakly.
Santana flat out laughed at that outburst. God, she loved Brittany. She really was so lucky.
"Turn around," Brittany requested out of the blue, wanting to check Santana out further. "I wanna look at you."
Santana turned around once, but didn't make it sexy like she would normally do with a question from her wife like that. She didn't feel like now was the proper time or place.
"Wow, your body's smokin'" Brittany said, holding up the 'A okay' sign with her fingers. "And your teeth are perrrfect. Do we have any kids?"
"No, Britt, we don't have any kids," Santana replied, still chuckling lightly and holding up her phone to keep recording. "Just eat your cracker. Everything will come back to you soon. You're still waking up."
Brittany settled further into the bed and took another disgusted bite of the half eaten cracker. "It's nasty and my throat hurts."
"Just try Britt, it'll help."
"It's hard baby, it's hard," Brittany pouted before realizing what she said. "Do we call each other baby?" Brittany asked, her eyes drooping.
"Yeah, Britt, we call each other baby sometimes." She smiled. "Just rest baby," Santana said with a wink, causing Brittany to smile as she shut her eyes and quickly fell back asleep.
Santana recorded for a few more seconds, seeing Brittany start to drift off and then hit stop, sighing out an awed breath before closing her eyes contently for a few minutes herself.
XXXXXXXXXX A day and a half later- back at home
The doctor's orders were for Brittany to stay off her feet for a couple days to allow the incisions to heal and the bones to set properly. Santana was all about making sure Brittany followed those rules so she was playing nurse/maid and she was having a lot fun doing it. Brittany seemed to be torn about the whole thing. She was certainly loving the fact that her wife was being so caring and attentive, but Brittany felt fine other than a little thumping pain when the pain medicine was wearing off so she didn't understand the huge fuss Santana was making.
They were both lying in bed now after a long day of Santana pampering her literally from head to toe and Santana was teetering off her side the bed, practically a mile away. "Come closer and snuggle me. I'm not gonna break," Brittany pleaded, tugging Santana towards her.
Looking not completely sure, Santana complied after some hesitation and gingerly adjusted herself next to Brittany and draped her upper body across Brittany's chest.
"Mmm," Brittany hummed contently, wrapping her arms around Santana small body. "I love when I get to hold you like this."
"But I'm supposed to be taking care of you," Santana pouted.
"You are! This is what I want right now," Brittany said, pulling Santana tighter and threading some hair away from Santana's face with her other hand.
Each second they continued to hold each other, they sunk into the embrace a little more, shutting their eyes and savoring the peaceful moment of calm.
"Did you get new shampoo?" Brittany asked out of the blue at smelling a new scent in Santana's hair. "I like it."
"No," Santana replied, mindlessly. "It's probably just the Lysol I sprayed to kill germs so you don't get an infection."
Brittany laughed at the extent Santana was going to. "You're funny."
"Oh, I'm funny…" Santana taunted, rising up to look at Brittany with playful, questioning eyes. "You're the funny one. I can't believe you don't remember acting all loopy when you woke up in the hospital."
Brittany giggled as if saying what can I say, in her laughter. "I bet I said some crazy things," Brittany said, knowing herself. "What'd I do?"
Santana knowingly chuckled. "Here," Santana said, reaching to the bedside table to grab her phone and figuring now was probably the best time to show Brittany how she really reacted. "Look at this."
"You recorded me when I was at my weakest?" Brittany said, feigning insult.
"Yup," Santana said proudly, watching Brittany about to hit play. "Couldn't help myself," she said, smiling knowingly.
XXXXXXXXXX
Brittany covered her face with both hands to hide her pink cheeks when the five minute video was over. "I really did all that?"
"You really did all that," Santana replied with a smirk before reaching over and setting her phone back on the bedside table.
"God, I'm so embarrassed," Brittany pouted, grabbing a pillow from Santana's side of the bed and holding it over her face.
Santana chuckled and crawled towards her. She pulled the pillow away from Brittany's face and looked her straight in the eyes. First, Santana saw the embarrassment Brittany was feeling still lingering below the surface, then she saw the blind trust Brittany had placed in her long ago; believing that no matter what happened, Santana would always be there, through good times and bad, and lastly she saw the undying love they both clearly felt for each other reflect back at her. It was the same small glint in her eye that she saw every time their eyes connected. She'd even seen it back in the hospital when Brittany was still dazed and didn't remember. "Don't you dare be embarrassed. I loved everything about how you reacted. Even you forgetting we were married," she said, pecking Brittany quickly on her still pouty lips. "It was so worth it to see your reaction when you found out. It was like seeing you get everything you ever wished for all in one instant. I loved it and I love you for it, so much! It was like watching you fall in love with me all over again. I'll treasure that video and that look."
"Well," Brittany paused, her spirits lifting and breathing in Santana's loving words. "I kinda did get everything I ever wished for all in one instant. I just didn't know that I already had it all," Brittany replied, shifting further down into her pillows next to Santana who was now leaning on her elbow towards her.
"Are you trying to sweet talk me again, Mrs. Lopez-Pierce?" Santana flirted, inching closer so she was now hovering over Brittany and trying to change the subject so Brittany would stop that heart achingly cute pouting that was becoming less and less noticeable by the second.
"Maybe," Brittany said, playing coy, her spirits now almost back to normal.
"Well," Santana said, rising to her knees and pressing forward, breathing the words across Brittany's lips. "I think you might have sweet talked your way into my pants. I think it might be time for me to show you just how much I love you."
"What do you have in mind?" Brittany asked innocently, her previous embarrassment now completely forgotten. She could feel Santana shifting her position around her and moving closer to tuck her face into the nape of her neck. Brittany was definitely moving in the direction of excitement now that the embarrassment was long gone.
Santana placed a few pecking kisses around Brittany's jaw and up to her ear, knowing how much Brittany like that. The reaction was instant as Brittany closed her eyes, sighed heavily, and tilted her neck to one side to give Santana more room.
"Hmm," Santana hummed, faux thinking and trailing her lips lower down the slope of Brittany's long neck, the vibration doing wonderful things under Brittany's skin. "Maybe a little of this," Santana mumbled into the skin there, continuing lower to kiss along Brittany's collarbone.
"And a little of this," Santana breathed, pulling the collar of Brittany's t-shirt down to expose a pale chest of cute, lightly dusted freckles. Santana held the shirt low on Brittany's chest, but without stretching the material too far. She could feel Brittany's breast swell under her hand with each rise and fall of her chest because of her now elevated breathing.
Santana continued to gaze, fondle, kiss and adore Brittany's chest. She had memorized ever freckle on Brittany's body long ago, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy reacquainting herself with each and every one of them as often as she could. She kissed each freckle she saw, lingering with her lips long enough for her tongue to trail to the next as she moved around Brittany's upper body. Brittany's skin was a little salty since she wasn't able to safely shower after her surgery just yet, but Santana paid it little to no mind as she moved her lips around Brittany's body, appreciating her.
"Mmm, I like that," Brittany sighed at particularly well-placed lick of Santana's tongue up from the valley of Brittany's breast. Santana's lips curled into a smile against her wife's skin as a result of Brittany's breathy, lust filled tone and she rose up onto both hands to support her own weight.
"Do you want me to keep going?" Santana asked, studying Brittany's expression and looking for any signs that she was in pain.
Brittany sighed contently and nodded. "Please…"
Seeing no pain other than maybe the slight twinge that stopping had caused, Santana smiled, leaned forward with a little more pressure from her body weight, and kissed Brittany slowly and passionately. Their lips and tongues molded together easily, moving in a familiar rhythm that a decade of practice had perfected. Brittany sucked softly on Santana's bottom lip and Santana reacted by tracing Brittany's upper lip with her tongue. They continued like this for a long time; kissing, nipping, sucking and savoring every small touch, emotion and feeling the other person elicited. This was how they communicated best. Words could be confused. But actions spoke volumes and what their words lacked, their kissing expressed clearly. I love you, more than you'll ever know.
Santana's swollen lips finally pulled away with a soft smack due to a need for air. She pecked Brittany's nose, then to each flushed cheek, and finally to her forehead.
They smiled lovingly at each other with their eyes.
"I don't want to hurt you, Britt, but I do want to make love to you. Is that okay?"
"You won't hurt me," Brittany said with so much trust that it almost hurt to bear its weight. "I want you."
Santana could only smile and duck her head at Brittany's adoration. How did I get so lucky? she thought.
Brittany, seeing Santana look away, reached up, tilted Santana's chin and met her halfway in a chaste kiss.
"Please," Brittany pleaded into Santana's lips. "I need you."
Never one to pull away from a request like that, Santana stood from the bed, gripped the bottom of Brittany's t-shirt, and smiled. "Let me help you then."
Santana removed Brittany's shirt and then moved down to her waist to take care of her pants and underwear. Santana was particularly careful around Brittany's right foot. She took her time placing her leg gingerly back on the bed after Brittany's pajama pants and underwear had found a resting place on the floor, but not before lingering to place a short kiss right above the bandage on Brittany's right shin.
"I think it's safe to say you have the most amazing body in the world," Santana admitted with no attempt to hide appreciating gaze.
"I want to see you too," Brittany said, gesturing at Santana still standing there fully clothed.
Santana then removed her own clothes and crawled to kneel next to Brittany on the bed. She moved carefully and put no pressure on Brittany's body for fear that she might accidently kick or bump into Brittany's healing foot.
She kissed around Brittany's navel, over her stomach, and up to her ribs. She fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples before spending a good amount of time with her lips wrapped around each one. By the time Santana was done Brittany was an erratic breathing, quivering mess; not to mention she was really wet and her legs had widened minutes ago in the hopes that Santana might pay attention to another area a little further south.
"Santana please," Brittany begged again, canting her hips up in need, "touch me."
Santana smiled in appreciation at Brittany and kissed her once more before shuffling to face the foot of the bed and tend to Brittany's most pressing urges. "Fingers or mouth?" She asked playfully, looking back over her shoulder to her sexy, heavily breathing wife.
"Both," Brittany breathed out, canting her hips up again.
Santana's lips curled into a smile as her eyes held Brittany's for a brief moment. Santana decided as she looked at how wanton Brittany appeared that she'd kept her wife waiting long enough so she quickly set her sights on the place Brittany needed her most.
Brittany's core was already glistening with her arousal and Santana could smell the scent of sex hanging in the room. She loved how much her wife wanted her. Brittany always got really wet for her and she loved that.
Santana then carefully positioned herself in the opposite direction over Brittany's hips and took her time to allow her hands to subtly trace the lines on Brittany's stomach and down to her hips.
Brittany at this point felt like she might burst if Santana didn't touch her between her legs. She loved this sweet, appreciative side of Santana, but she was physically aching for Santana right now and Santana knew it so she didn't put off touching Brittany any longer. Santana used her left hand to part Brittany's folds, held it there and then lowered her mouth to lick down through Brittany with flat of her tongue.
The first touch was everything Brittany had been yearning for and the groan she'd been holding in came out in the form of a deep, labored moan. Her body tightened everywhere, feeling the pleasure Santana was causing coursing through her veins and into every muscle in her body. "Oh God, yes," Brittany panted as Santana lapped away between her legs.
Santana felt Brittany's body quiver as she continued tracing patterns with her tongue and sucking with her lips. She used her right arm to support herself, gripping under Brittany's thigh as her left hand reached lower so she could insert her middle finger inside Brittany's tight opening.
"Oh Santana," Brittany whimpered, her body melting into a puddle under Santana's intense care.
Santana started pumping her finger slowly, taking her time fucking Brittany just right, but Brittany's hips began to take on a control all their own. Santana didn't want Brittany to get too excited and plant her feet on the bed to thrust up harder and hurt herself in the process, so she picked up the pace to match Brittany's hips quickly.
Santana continued trusting in and out of Brittany, causing wet smacks to echo in the room each time her hand made full contact between Brittany's legs. She shifted her weight a little lower, in the process giving her pumping arm more leverage and bent down to take Brittany into her mouth. She sucked forcefully, but not roughly, matching the pace of her fingers. Brittany, immediately feeling both actions, arched her back and grabbed at Santana's legs. Normally at this Santana would shift over Brittany's shoulders so her wife could take care of her at the same time, but she wanted to make this all about Brittany so she suppressed her own growing needs and used her right arm to hold Brittany against her mouth.
Brittany's stomach muscles and thighs were trembling like crazy now. She was panting fast with her eyes pinched tightly closed. She was so close to the edge she could practically taste it. Santana was working her over so perfectly with her fingers and tongue that Brittany could hardly take the pleasure beating through her body. She was white knuckling the sheet below as her other hand tried to hold onto her lovers hips, but Santana's smooth and slightly damp skin made it difficult to hold her grip. Brittany finally just wraps her arm between and around Santana's leg to cling on.
"Fuck San," Brittany panted, shaking and arching her hips off the bed allowing the pleasure to take her where it will. "Don't stop," she begged, "please."
Santana moved her tongue as fast as she could and curled her finger perfectly and at the right time so Brittany fell over the edge. The air was knocked right out of her lungs and her hips stilled in a mid-air thrust, her body withering completely below her wife.
With Santana's help, Brittany rode out her orgasm and the seemingly never-ending pulses and after shocks eventually began to ease. Santana aided Brittany into her post orgasm haze by slowing the movement of her fingers and softly licking and kissing her tenderly. She cleaned her up with care and soft licks, being careful not to put too much pressure on her overly sensitive clit since she knew that wasn't what Brittany wanted right now.
Brittany hummed and jerked a few times after the height of her orgasm passed, but Santana didn't stop. She slowed down and eventually stopped pumping her fingers, but left her mouth on Brittany, kissing on and around Brittany's wet folds. This might be her favorite part of their love making. It's the time when Brittany's spent and the room goes silent aside from the whispers of two exhausted lovers breathing. It's such a content feeling she doesn't want to stop kissing and feeling the smooth, warm wetness around her mouth, but she knows Brittany will call her back up to her soon.
It happens just as expected and Santana smiles. Brittany whimpers once and then twice before pleading with Santana to come up and join her to cuddle. Her wife's open, loving arms are the only invitation she needs to slide up and join Brittany on the pillow.
In the next few minutes, "I loves yous" are whispered and sweet nothings get passed back and forth while soft fingers smooth over slowly cooling skin. It feels amazing and neither could ask for anything more. They both hit the jackpot.
The End
AN: Well, I've read over this a couple times and I'm not 100% sure I like it as much as I was hoping to, but maybe I'm wrong. It is about you guys anyway so if you feel like it, let me know if I'm right and tell me it was a little slow or if I'm wrong… then great. Feel free to tell me you loved it. Otherwise, I'll catch you again next time.
Thanks! Take care and PM with any ideas or prompts you might have or if you just want to see the video this idea came from.
Take Care!
Drew
KINKS- Legal drug use, hurt/comfort, sweet sex, oral, fingering, body worship.