Chapter 13: Touch
No funny business.
By the third night of camp, you've both quickly learned that the bed isn't big enough for the two of you. Well, it is but only if one of you are turned into the other. And due to that embarrassing moment when you first arrived, the first two nights were spent cuddling like that.
Santana never brought it up as she laid flat on her back with you turned into her, holding her. There were a few soft kisses here and there, but mostly, you would just lay there together, your bodies learning to fit with each other's throughout the night.
It was also very fitting that your first nights sharing a bed were low-key. Anything more wouldn't have felt right. There was so much to take in, with Santana's declarations of love, both to you and to God, it felt nice to just be next to her, listening to her soft and steady heartbeat as you both fell asleep.
Today though, you felt different. Charged. Electric.
You spent the day watching her be not only be a teacher but a leader. Watching her pretend to not care - but actually very obviously care - for the students was the most adorable thing to witness. At one point, the student's even convinced her, though you're not entirely sure how, to go up to the zip-line platform with them. Your stomach hurt from laughing the moment she realized there was only one way down and it didn't involve stairs.
You couldn't take your eyes off her. She was carefree. Radiant. And her smile, the dimple one, never leaving her features.
And then at the pool. Whew. Ignoring the fact that it was very inappropriate to be feeling that kind of attraction to her while you're supposed to be 'supervising', you couldn't help but notice that even in her one piece bathing suit - a very modest one at that - Santana was absolutely stunning. Every smile, every laugh. Every time she caught your eyes, you'd blush deeply and she'd giggle.
The day ended at the fire pit, as usual, and you weren't even a little bit subtle with your longing glances and grinning smiles. Santana would scold you with her eyes of course - as she did throughout the whole day actually - but you didn't care. No one was paying any attention. No one cared.
And unlike the last two nights, when you got back to your cabin and settled into bed, Santana made the move to lay on her side, allowing you to lay on your back.
It's a few minutes of the two of you shifting until your bodies find a fit in this new position and uncontrollable butterflies erupt low in your belly.
"Is this okay?" Santana whispers, her hand moves onto your stomach and the muscles there tighten, butterflies at full force now. You nod silently in response and she moves again, wrapping her arm further around you, her fingers lightly caressing your ribs over your shirt.
You can't help but feel that she's being careful with you again. You think it's because you've never actually talked about being with her in that way. But if you're being honest, it's something you've been thinking about for quite some time now.
Although to the standards of many outside of the church, you would be classified a prude, but you don't think of yourself as one. Especially more recently on Friday nights after Santana leaves your house to go home, and you let your mind wander.
Cold showers on Friday nights are most definitely a thing for you now.
Santana's hand begins to move again, slowly up and down along your entire side. Your shirt rides up and when her hand makes contact with your skin, it shocks you to your core. You have to focus on your breathing when her hand slowly disappears completely under your shirt, grazing your ribs again. This time, soft fingertips to burning skin.
With shallow breaths, you shut your eyes in concentration. Santana dips her head slightly and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder and it sets off a chain reaction throughout your entire body. You have to wiggle your toes in an attempt to relieve some of your jitters.
See, you've cuddled with Santana many times before but only on the couch, and most recently the last two nights in bed. But this, this is definitely different. It's more intentional, like she knows exactly what she's implying. You turn your head to look at her, and find dark eyes staring back.
"Breathe, Britt." She reminds you, her hand moves up and when her fingers graze the side of your chest, you let out a strangled breath.
Your heart feels so full because you know. You know she always lets you call the shots. In this relationship, her carefulness towards you and your comfort is unmatched. She always waits for you to initiate contact. Even when you're alone.
Every kiss. Every touch. She always waits.
But she knows you need her to take the lead on this. Because this is the one thing that you don't know. You're lost and you need her to guide you.
"Babe, you're trembling." She whispers, "Is it too much?"
You can barely shake your head, her fingers on your skin are short circuiting your reactions. "Tell me what to do." You manage to let out. You want to do more. You want to make her feel like this too.
"Nothing." She moves her leg over, finding the space between yours and you open them wider for her. "Just relax."
Before you can argue, her leg moves slightly up, the top of her thigh putting just enough pressure down there and catching you by surprise. You're completely embarrassed by the high pitched gasp that erupts from your lips. Your arm flies up and you pull her towards you, needing to feel her closer.
It spurs Santana on as she moves her entire body so that she's hovering above you now, her leg still between yours. As she holds herself there, your eyes lock with hers. They're dark and hooded, but still soft and attentive. You want nothing more than to kiss her and she somehow reads your mind, lowering herself just enough to connect her lips to yours.
This is it. This is the same kiss from New Years, the one you sometimes fantasize about when you're alone and you wonder what would've happened if Santana hadn't stopped herself. Though tonight's kiss is somewhat different. If anything, it's even more charged. More sure of herself.
Her lips detach from yours and she quickly uses her nose to nudge your face to the side, exposing your neck. She leaves no surface untouched. Your jawline, your pulse point, even the shell of your ear gets a little bit of attention.
You writhe beneath her, your breath getting more shallow as you shamelessly roll your hips. Desperate for more friction.
You hadn't even realized that her hand has moved until you feel it at the top of your shorts. She slows her actions and looks at you again.
"I'm sure." Your hand finds the back of her neck, lightly caressing the skin there. "I'm so sure."
She smiles down at you, and with a gentle kiss to your lips, her hand slips under the material of your clothes.
"Oh my god, San." You whimper as her hand moves with ease to where you need to feel her the most. You're embarrassingly wet, and Santana's head moves to your neck as she lets out a moan herself. Although she most likely did that to suppress the sound from echoing in your cabin, hearing it so close to your ear only turns you on more.
She takes her time exploring you and you continue to move with the rhythm she sets, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from making to much noise. A mostly failed attempt because every time her finger slides against your most sensitive area, you let out a strangled moan.
"Santana..." Your hands gripping her back and fisting her hair, "Please, I need-"
She moves quickly, but with so much care, dipping lower until she's at your entrance. Teasingly, she pushes in a single finger agonizingly slow. You can't stop the moan that falls from your lips at the new sensation of being filled. She pulls out slightly and when she pushes in again, a second finger accompanies the first.
Your mind reels and your body takes over, moving your arm in a way that finds the drawstring of Santana's shorts. Her hand slows as she turns her head, pressing feather light kisses under your ear.
"Only if you want to."
"I want to. I need to feel you."
Her movements slow enough to allow you to mimic her earlier actions, slipping your hand inside and finding her just as worked up as you. It's slightly awkward at first but when your fingers brush her softly in a particular area and her body jolts, letting out a moan, you know you've found what you've been looking for.
This time she follows the pace that you set. And it surprises you that you've managed to set a pace because you don't know how you're even able to think with Santana moving inside of you like this. The sounds she's making give you confidence. When you move your fingers lower, Santana rolls her body into you.
"Fuck..." She lets out a strangled moan into your shoulder. "F-fuck me, Britt."
You shouldn't be turned on by the fact that she swore -you always scold her when she does- but right now that was quite possibly the sexiest thing that you've ever heard in your life.
You moan with her as you slide a finger in, same as she did, and she arches her back in response. She feels so good and you try your best to copy the movements of what she's doing to you.
"Two, baby. Use two fingers." Santana pants and you comply to her request, sliding in a second finger.
She picks up speed again and you move along with her. She sits up, riding your fingers and you've honestly never hated the invention of t-shirts more than you do right now because that's the only thing that's stopping you from seeing all of her. You wish you could see all of her like this.
But still, the sight of her in this position, eyes hooded and breathy pants, her body rolling in tune with your hips, it's more than what you could've ever fantasized about.
You start to feel like you're about to explode and your rhythm breaks, body writhing. Santana notices and moves quickly from her position to push your shirt up and she leans down, attaching her mouth to your already taut nipple, flicking her tongue every few seconds.
You lose control, trying your best to keep the movements of your fingers inside of her but you're not experienced enough. You can't keep your focus on her release when she's making you feel this good.
"Let go, baby. It's okay." She mumbles into your skin, her eyes looking up at you. With the hand between your thighs, she uses her thumb to lightly rub your most sensitive area, and with that your body tenses momentarily before snapping like a bow and your orgasm hits you full force.
Sounds of strangled moans and gasps for air fill the cabin as Santana lets you ride it out on her fingers, bringing you down gently. Lost in the moment, your fingers have left the warmth of Santana's center, but the way she's kissing you softly tells you she doesn't seem to mind.
"You're so beautiful, Brittany." Santana smiles down at you and you blush, embarrassed that you couldn't keep up with her. Almost teasingly, she watches your face as she slowly removes her fingers from inside you and it feels like ecstasy, a strangled moan escaping from your lips.
She giggles at your reaction and you smile lazily, still trying to catch your breath, "Give me like... two minutes and I swear I'll return the favor."
"I'll hold you to that." She laughs, collapsing to the side of you and kisses your cheek. "But really? Only two minutes? Give me more credit than that."
"Fine, three minutes then." You smirk and she smiles at you, rolling her eyes.
In reality it took you more than three minutes. But as soon as you found your strength, you didn't hesitate to show Santana how much you meant your words. Not wanting to make the same mistake, you rid yourselves of both your clothes, so that you're finally able to appreciate all of her.
She walked you through most of it, telling you what she likes and if you're doing it right. It didn't take you long to learn how to read her reactions and tune your body to them. Every gasp, every moan.
The way she clung to you, almost as if she thought she might float away, her nails bit at your skin and her teeth bit at your lips, your shoulder, your neck. Everything she did to you told you that you were on the right track. What surprised you the most though, was that you were the one touching her and it was almost as if you felt it too. You've never experienced pleasure like that. You never want to experience it with anyone but her.
Eventually, after one last round to prove that you can in fact keep up, Santana falls asleep cuddling you at your side. With soft lips to your shoulder, legs tangled in yours, and her arm draped over your chest, you stroke the skin of her back softly as you listen to her breathe peacefully.