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Heads up that there will be some explicit/NSFW scenes in this chapter***
Ever since Brittany was a little girl, she had always adopted neighbourhood strays. Her mother would roll her eyes fondly, accustomed to Brittany's ways by then as the freckled girl would bring them one by one into their house, no matter how aggressive, mangy or afraid they were at first and eventually they'd belong only to Brittany. One cat in particular was always too feral and too aggressive for Brittany to get close to, all black like a panther, roughed up and covered in many scratches from all the fights he had been in.
Brittany did all she could to befriend the stray cat but despite her attempts, the animal's fur would be raised as it lashed out at her, teeth bared and hissing. Once, when she tried to take him into her arms, the cat left her with painful red scratches that bled and made her cry. This wild black cat belonged to no one but itself and could never be in one place for too long without hungering to wander free again. Yet as Brittany gently coaxed it and gentled it over time, as she did nothing but show love to it, the cat eventually became tame to her, trusting her, and that felt like the greatest victory.
Brittany was reminded of the feral animal whenever she thought of Santana. That night, she dreamed of Santana, who curled around her body protectively at first but then was slipping away from her into the darkness of the night, transforming into that fierce black cat and clawing at her when Brittany tried to get close, her eyes dilated and baleful in the moonlight.
As she awakened, at first startled as the last remnants of her dream faded away, Brittany's worries slipped away as she enjoyed the pleasant sensation of a warm body against hers and sunlight bathing her skin. She stretched languidly, feeling more relaxed than she had for a long time, though she wasn't sure why.
Her eyes shot open and she almost sat up in alarm upon realizing she was in an unfamiliar bed but then she smiled softly, as her gaze trailed over Santana's sleeping form beside her and she remembered the previous night. The black silk sheets were so soft against her skin and knowing Santana, she was sure they were some expensive thousand thread count set.
She bit her lip, smiling at the slight pleasant ache between her legs whenever she shifted on the king size bed that was a constant reminder of their previous activities. She closed her eyes as memories flashed back to her - the musk of Santana's sweat, the burning heat of her skin against Brittany's, the intensity of her smouldering brown eyes, her hands, so tender yet possessive as they trailed over Brittany's skin, claiming her, and her blunt nails digging into Brittany's hip when she came, panting helplessly into her pale neck. Just thinking about it made Brittany's pulse beat wildly as a fresh wave of arousal began to trickle over her.
Brittany never thought she'd be lucky enough to be able to have anything like this with Santana who had always been so abrasive and never wanted to let anyone close. It was everything Brittany had always wanted and more with Santana. She turned around in the woman's embrace and was content to watch Santana sleep for a moment, stroking the soft, rich brown skin on her back gently and relishing the feel of it.
Santana just sighed in her sleep as the pale, lithe woman caressed her lover's glossy black hair, tightening her hold on Brittany just as she had pushed herself up against the blonde so forcefully when she fell over the edge the night before as if she couldn't get close enough to her. Her bronze, dusky complexion was glowing as if it was polished in the morning light, a complete contrast to the stark whiteness and dusting of freckles of Brittany's own skin.
Santana's normally serious, frowning face was completely peaceful and relaxed for once, facing towards Brittany as she breathed deeply. Her leg was draped over Brittany's thighs and her strong arm was wrapped around the blonde's waist tightly, spooning Brittany from behind. Brittany smiled, shifting around again in her embrace to face away from her and deciding to let Santana sleep for a while longer as she allowed her own eyes to drift shut and savoured the moment for a little longer.
Brittany didn't know how Santana was going to react to her being there when she woke up but there was no way the blonde was going to just run out on her and pretend this didn't happen. She couldn't ever imagine doing that to Santana.
Before she could think about that any longer, there was a soft but insistent knocking on the bedroom door and a little voice shouting "Mami!" that caught their attention.
"Kenai?" Santana instantly sat up and became fully alert, rubbing sleep from her eyes at the sound of the toddler's voice. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand which showed that it was only around seven a.m. Brittany almost laughed at Santana's grumpy, disoriented expression as it was clear that the dark-haired woman was not remotely a morning person.
Santana's eyes widened when she noticed the naked woman tangled up in the sheets beside her and she gasped slightly in surprise, then realization settled on her face as she clearly was recalling their encounter the night before. She cocked her head to the side questioningly, raising an eyebrow as if puzzled that the blonde was even still there and Brittany didn't want to imagine how many times women like herself had probably abandoned Santana after a night like that. They were fools, the blonde thought.
Brittany just gave her a shy little smile, shrinking into herself a little self-consciously as she felt her cheeks flame under Santana's gaze. "Hi."
"Oh… " Santana cleared her throat, gazing at her and making no effort to conceal the adoring look on her face now as she beamed at Brittany openly, dimples on display and without any of her usual defensive walls up. Her deep eyes held a soft look, a pretty shade of darkest brown that reminded Brittany of coffee and black treacle. There could be no one who had eyes as pretty as Santana's. "Hi."
Santana looked so cute in that moment that Brittany's heart completely melted. She leaned towards her, looking like she wanted to kiss Brittany right then and continue where they had left off the night before but there was a soft rapping on the door again and a little voice repeatedly shouting "Mami!" at full volume that pulled her attention away from the blonde, drawing her out of her daze.
"Hold on just a sec, I'm coming, Kenai!" The lawyer shouted to him quickly but the boy paid no attention. He pushed into the room before she could stop him and Santana cursed under her breath, quickly throwing a pillow at Brittany to cover herself with as she got up, wrapping the nearest blanket she could find around herself hurriedly.
Brittany and Santana shared a look - Santana panicking and Brittany amused - as it became clear that neither of them had thought about how they would explain this situation between them to Santana's son. Luckily, at only three years old, Kenai was too young to figure anything out about the nature of the relationship between his mom and this woman but he was clearly surprised by the presence of Brittany.
"Mommy, why you here with Mami?" The dark-haired toddler asked innocently and tilted his head to the side, pointing to Brittany in confusion. "Why you not wearing your pajamas?"
The two women had all but given up on correcting Kenai when he called Brittany "Mommy," as regardless of how many times Santana reminded the toddler that Brittany wasn't really his mother, he would go back to calling Brittany that again and the blonde didn't mind going along with it, even though it was unusual. Santana squirmed on the spot as Kenai stared at her expectantly now and she looked over pointedly at Brittany with her eyebrows raised, desperately seeking her help. Brittany gave her a sheepish look and held up her hands cluelessly, quickly grabbing the sheets as they slipped down her chest and she accidentally gave Santana an eyeful of bare breasts - which made Santana gasp and look like she was about to combust on the spot.
"Oops, sorry!" The blonde whispered to Santana with a coy smile, acting demure as Santana just groaned. The waitress did her best to stop herself from laughing but it was difficult when Santana's facial expressions were so comical in this situation.
"We were just cuddling." Brittany said to Kenai casually with a shrug and an innocent smile. Santana made a noise in the back of her throat and turned to her with a sharp, frustrated look that clearly meant to convey, "That's the best you could come up with?" . The Latina woman covered her face with her hands, looking like she wanted to just run away from this situation entirely or evaporate so she didn't have to deal with this.
Kenai, on the other hand, wasn't bothered at all, and once he got over his surprise at the change of morning routine, he was delighted at Brittany being there. Before Santana could stop him, Kenai squealed happily then climbed right onto the bed, apparently accepting that explanation the blonde had given him and trying to crawl toward Brittany. Santana and her reacted at the same time, the black-haired woman frowning in concern but Brittany got to Kenai sooner. The blonde did her best to reach out and grab the toddler, pulling him to safety as he nearly slipped on the edge of the bed in his haste to get to her. "Be careful, Sweetie".
"Why do mommies cuddle naked in bed with each other?"
The sweet way he said it with his angelic face made Santana choke and Brittany tried but failed to keep the smirk off her face as she observed the Latina's reaction. She didn't think it was possible for Santana's face to turn such a deep shade of magenta.
"Sometimes mommies just do that because we like each other." Brittany told him casually, stifling a laugh behind her hand as Santana cringed hard beside them, speechless. That was as much as Kenai needed to know, Brittany thought, and it was true anyway.
"Ok." Kenai replied simply, sounding satisfied with that answer, cuddling into Brittany who was holding a pillow between the two of them along with the sheets to cover herself. Santana breathed a sigh of relief that the toddler seemed to be done asking questions. Then he piped up again, talking really loudly this time as if he needed to announce what he was saying to the whole town. "My Mami thinks you're pretty!"
Brittany couldn't stop herself from bursting into giggles at this point, hugging Kenai to her and kissing his forehead as Santana became more flustered, facepalming and cringing with embarrassment.
"Kenai…" Santana mumbled, mortified and groaned at the look Brittany was giving her. "Oh my God…"
"Oh does she? Mami thinks I'm pretty?" Brittany smirked at Santana, batting her eyelashes and the dark-haired woman purposely avoided her gaze, huffing and crossing her arms. She found it so cute how Santana was still acting all bashful after everything they had done together. "Do you, Mami?"
Kenai nodded emphatically, grinning at Brittany broadly. "Yes! Mami likes you sooo much! She always looking at you when you don't know…" He leaned in to whisper the next part in Brittany's ear loudly with a shrieking laugh, cupping his hand over his mouth like he was telling her some big secret. "At your boobies !"
"What!?" Brittany responded with a dramatic gasp, playing along with Kenai, who loved her reaction. "She does?! Santana! Uh oh, Santana, you've been exposed!" Brittany giggled while Santana groaned, her cheeks flushing. "Santana has a crush on me!" She singsonged loudly.
"Mami likes pretty girls with blonde hair." Kenai told Brittany through his giggles, then whispered into Brittany's ear again, keeping his eyes on his mom who was squirming. "I saw her kiss a girl!"
Brittany acted shocked and gasped, covering her mouth. "What! A girl?! Was it me? "
"Alright, Mister, that's enough!" Santana finally seemed to regain her senses, unable to stop herself from chuckling in spite of herself as Brittany and Kenai succumbed to a fit of giggles. She was still flustered as she grabbed the little boy up into her arms, adjusting the blanket that she had wrapped around her.
She held him up like how a cat would hold a kitten at first, by the back of his shirt collar but then adjusted him so that she was holding him like a football instead, under her arm, which made Kenai shriek in excitement at the rough play.
"Someone's really talkative today, aren't you? Let's go make some breakfast while Brittany gets changed," Santana cleared her throat awkwardly, not meeting her eyes, "You can use my shower if you want - I mean, it's up to you… I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay…after… there are fresh towels in the cupboard right there."
Brittany nodded, finding the woman's awkwardness adorable and smirked at Santana playfully as she walked away, her gaze drifting down the burnished gold skin and wiry, leanly muscular frame of Santana's shoulders and back that the blanket revealed as it loosened. Despite her small stature, Santana was toned and strong. Brittany couldn't take her eyes off of her and didn't bother to hide the fact that she was staring appreciatively at Santana's perky ass. Santana caught her eye over her shoulder and just shook her head at Brittany's obvious leering, rolling her eyes dramatically as if exasperated by the blonde's antics but she couldn't seem to lose the tiny, smitten grin on her face anyway as she carried Kenai away.
Moments later, Santana, who had changed into casual clothes glanced up in amazement at the sight of the blonde, freshly showered with her hair washed and wearing a pair of Santana's old grey sweatpants falling low on her hips along with one of her ratty old college t-shirts that was slightly too tight and too short to completely cover Brittany's stomach. Her long, tousled hair was pulled up into a messy bun.
She smirked at the way Santana did a double take, clearly wowed by seeing Brittany in her old clothes. She half-expected protests from the dark-haired woman but instead Santana's gaze lingered on her chest and the tiny sliver of skin the shirt revealed low on her belly and hips, averting her eyes with flushed cheeks when Brittany caught her staring. Santana's intense eyes then focused on the very obvious hickey on Brittany's neck and she saw her swallow hard, which made the blonde smirk to herself, tracing her fingers over it. Brittany sucked in a breath, wincing slightly as she felt soreness everytime she moved now but she definitely wasn't complaining.
"Are you okay?" Santana asked hesitantly, her eyes softening as she came over to Brittany's side. "I didn't... hurt you, did I?"
"More than okay," Brittany grinned at her, her heart fluttering at Santana's display of concern for her and fought the urge to throw her arms around her. "Don't worry, you were perfect."
"Good because I would never want to hurt you." Santana told her softly in that same gentle, tiny mouse voice that she only used around Brittany, looking away away guiltily for a moment and Brittany could easily read what she was thinking even though the words went unsaid, more than I already have...
Brittany frowned, wanting to tell her that she would never hold the past against her but she settled for kissing her on the cheek, feeling Santana's skin get hot. Santana looked at her with surprise and such fondness that Brittany bowed her head, biting her lip as she felt familiar butterflies take over.
The three made chocolate chip pancakes together - Kenai's favourite breakfast and also Brittany's as it turned out - making a complete mess of the kitchen with eggs and flour everywhere as the two women playfully fought with each other. Kenai cackled when Brittany playfully threw some flour at Santana, who glared at her taunting with mock outrage. In the midst of the chaos, Brittany quickly took over from Santana, slipping on an apron, as it became clear that Santana didn't know much about making pancakes while the blonde considered herself to be something of an expert.
Brittany easily made a few cat-shaped and Mickey Mouse pancakes for Kenai, flipping them up in the air expertly, which made Kenai gasp in amazement at her skills and clap, even more impressed by Brittany than he was before while Santana looked on in amusement. Kenai constantly begged for more pancakes and tapped his little plastic spoon eagerly everytime Brittany thought he had enough. Of course, Brittany being Brittany, she added so many chocolate chips that Kenai was mostly gorging himself on melted chocolate by the time she was done but he loved that even more.
Santana arched an eyebrow, watching him incredulously and was seemingly amazed as he gobbled everything then asked for more. Her eyes raked over Brittany's form for a moment too long and the blonde half-smiled at her flirtatiously, knowing from the look on the dark-haired woman's face that she thought Brittany looked cute in the apron. "He's usually such a picky eater… "
"Well, these are made with love," Brittany joked with a wink at the lawyer, thinking about how adorable Santana looked with no makeup and messy long hair, just in pajama bottoms and a tank top. Her face looked so much softer and younger like this, rather than the usual intimidating appearance she liked to show in public. "Besides, everyone likes Brittany's famous chocolate chip pancakes."
"Mommy is the best chef in the world!" Kenai declared, pumping his fist.
Brittany laughed and kissed Kenai's cheek as she cut up his pancakes into smaller pieces for him, while Santana grabbed a wet napkin to wipe the chocolate that was hilariously somehow plastered all over his entire face.
"You hear that, Santana? I'm the best!" Brittany teased Santana, who remained watching from the sidelines, as Brittany and Kenai finished eating. She stuck out her tongue at Santana playfully as the serious woman pretended to be mad at her, darting away before Brittany could get her with the flour again. "Try some."
Brittany tried to feed her some pancake from off of her fork and Santana narrowed her eyes at her in disbelief but Brittany could tell from the look on the lawyer's face when she tasted it that she loved it, despite how she was trying to act like she wasn't into all of the sugar or being fed by her. Santana's eyes lingered on her face for a long moment after that, which made Brittany wonder what was wrong.
"Um… you got a little chocolate right here…" Santana leaned in, trailing the tip of her index finger across Brittany's lower lip delicately and her heart raced at the way the dark-haired woman's eyes fell to her lips briefly before she moved away, clearly thinking about kissing the chocolate off of Brittany. Brittany met Santana's heated gaze for a moment before Santana cleared her throat awkwardly, quickly getting up and busying herself with washing dishes.
When the little boy was digging into forkfuls of his pancakes and wasn't paying attention to them, Brittany joined Santana in the kitchen, sneakily pinching her butt. This made Santana jump, startled and turn to her questioningly. She glared at Brittany accusingly.
"Y-you can't do that." Santana hissed, though she was completely flustered and didn't sound threatening in any way.
"Do what?" Brittany asked with faux innocence, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
"You know what…" Santana growled but her eyes were on Brittany's lips again and there was a visible flush to her buff skin as the blonde encroached in her space so there was barely a breath between them. The room suddenly felt much hotter.
"What? Pinch your ass?" Brittany whispered in her ear, caressing Santana's arm suggestively. "We did way more than that last night. I'm sorry, your ass is too sexy for me to resist."
"You can't say things like that…" Santana warned, though her mannerisms weren't as defensive as they usually were and she made no effort to put space between them, only shivering when Brittany came closer.
"Why not?" Brittany challenged.
The blonde kissed her teasingly right beside her mouth and lingered there for a moment, gauging Santana's reaction. She couldn't resist it when Santana was just being so lovely. The woman's breath hitched and she shuddered, clearly not expecting it but her dark eyebrows drew together in obvious frustration, her fiery eyes flashing when Brittany just pulled away after her tiny kiss and just leaned away from her teasingly, giggling whenever Santana tried to kiss her properly.
Santana finally let out a tiny growl, grabbing and kissing her with a passion that Brittany hadn't expected, causing her to gasp and whimper against her mouth as her hands trailed from Brittany's waist to her ass, pulling her impossibly close. They both smiled into it, Santana tasting sweet from the chocolate but with that underlying familiar, animal-like Santana taste that Brittany always found herself thinking about and the blonde couldn't help but think that she always wanted to be held by Santana like this.
Before either of them realized it was happening, Brittany had become an almost constant fixture at Santana's apartment during the hours when she wasn't working at the diner. She also started cooking and ordering in for Santana which turned out to be a major relief for the lawyer as she wasn't a big fan of cooking and was always forgetting to eat if Brittany didn't remind her.
She gradually learned all of the little secrets that Santana kept so carefully hidden from every other living soul, like the fact that she smoked and she drank whenever she was upset. She found out that Santana loved to sing and had the most soulful, haunting rasp in her voice. She learned that Santana would easily become intoxicated and weep with dramatic, angry tears whenever she went into a drinking spell, which always broke Brittany's heart to see.
Santana's parents divorced when she was ten and she was still cut up about it. Santana had always hated her father, with his harsh words and terrifying temper who had disapproved of her for not being feminine enough and stopped speaking to her altogether when she had to drop out of school to have a child.
She learned that Santana's deepest insecurity was not being a good enough mother. Whenever Santana was deeply upset, she couldn't speak at all and needed Brittany's warm, yielding body against hers because Santana could only get her feelings out through their intimacy. Her kisses and the way she touched her told Brittany how Santana was feeling at any given moment, even if the black-haired woman couldn't express it with words.
More often than not, Santana would be in a bad mood after returning from work but the frown would instantly slip away from her face when she'd notice Brittany standing there as always, just smiling at her softly. She couldn't seem to maintain her grumpy frown in front of the waitress and would quickly become completely tamed, especially when Brittany would nip and kiss her ear just in the way she knew drove Santana crazy. Her gestures made Santana shift her legs and clench her jaw with arousal while Brittany whispered the silliest jokes into her neck and put her hands all over Santana with tantalizing little touches, smirking as Santana squirmed and always quickly gave in to her very quickly without much convincing.
They had a routine. They'd greet each other, talk about their day and then after playing with him for a while, they would put Kenai down for his nap. Just minutes later, they'd be in Santana's bedroom, locked in an intimate embrace, and Santana would forget all about whatever her troubles were when she was in Brittany's arms. Santana couldn't seem to get enough of touching her.
On one particular day, Santana's furious expression didn't soften much even in the presence of the blonde when she walked in holding Kenai's hand after picking him up from daycare. It was odd and it made Brittany wonder what was wrong. She frowned when Santana didn't immediately calm down as she usually did even when Brittany kissed her on the cheek.
"Kenai, c'mon, bath time!" Santana picked him up a few minutes later, even though he wailed and made a big fuss out of it because he was just like Lord Tubbington and never wanted to take baths. He was even grumpier than normal, attempting to wriggle away from Santana as he glared up at her furiously.
"No no no! I'm playing!" He shouted, making Santana's frown deepen. He started to tear up and sniffled dramatically, making both Brittany and Santana look over in concern but the dark-haired woman tensed up, her frustration peaking as his shrieking continued. Somehow Santana managed to wrestle the toddler into a bath after that. Brittany soon heard the sounds of running water and splashing, along with Santana's stern voice but even the bath turned into a disaster as moments later, he somehow managed to get away from Santana and run into the living room at full speed, naked and covered in bubbles towards Brittany who was sitting on the couch. It was far from the first time this had happened with Kenai but he was wilder and louder than usual, clinging to Brittany who was laughing.
"Kenai, no!" Santana's panicked, annoyed voice reached Brittany's ears as she ran after her son with a towel, her own clothes now soaking wet as well and the lawyer looked with distaste at his small wet footprints that were now scattered all over the once clean carpet. "Don't jump on her-"
Santana sighed heavily, an exasperated look on her face while Brittany could only giggle with surprise and amusement when Kenai decided to get right into her lap. The soapy water messed up her clothes but she couldn't be annoyed. The toddler was so cute with his chubby cheeks and sweet face gazing up at her though she was concerned about the flush in his cheeks and his whinier than usual tone as he argued with Santana.
"Mommy, no bath!" He shrieked to Brittany, leaning into her for protection whenever Santana tried to pick him up. He was so sticky that Santana couldn't get a good grip on him and he easily slithered away from her.
"Aw Kitten, I'm sorry but you can't go around soapy like this forever. Let's get you back in the bath." Brittany scooped him up, kissing him on the forehead to check his temperature and placed him back into Santana's arms again despite his fussing. He still felt a little warm, Brittany thought and that was probably what was making him grouchier than normal. He growled at Santana, clawing wildly at her as she took him away while Brittany could only shake her head with a grin as Santana sighed.
Kenai was moody because he hadn't been feeling well for the past few days with a slight cold so the two women had fussed over him, Santana growing more stressed out everytime the little boy sassed her. Even though Brittany had noticed that they had fewer arguments recently since she had been around, Kenai liked to be the boss and did like to oppose Santana from time to time.
Their squabbles had been more frequent within the past several days and this was one of the worst, continuing even after Santana finished bathing him. Eventually, the lawyer looked on the verge of tears from her frustration when she still wasn't getting him to nap after long moments of the little boy losing his temper, his volume rising at his mother and he even threw one of his toys on the ground in his fury.
Brittany listened in, wincing and concerned as she watched from outside the boy's bedroom door. She didn't want to interfere with Santana's parenting but she was concerned about Santana's emotional state as the stress of her job and taking care of her boy seemed to be getting to her.
Santana raised her voice and grit her teeth when Kenai threw the toy, which was something Brittany had never heard her do around her son, sounding like she did when she was savaging someone at work. "NO! I told you to behave, right now! " She yelled.
Kenai instantly began to cry, whimpering loudly and he rushed toward Brittany, hugging her leg. Brittany kneeled down and instantly took him into her arms, hugging him as Kenai cried hysterically into her chest, becoming red in the face. "Mommy!"
"Aw, it's okay, Baby," Brittany shushed him, standing up and cradling him in her arms as his tears dampened her shirt and he clung to her tightly. "Shh, I know, I know."
Santana huffed, her posture still rigid and she was practically shaking. She stood there watching them, her arms crossed over her chest, and her face eventually softened slightly as Brittany casually walked around the apartment with Kenai, rocking him rhythmically and singing to him in a calm, low voice. Kenai gradually calmed down as she soothed him.
"See, that's where the fairies live…and that's where the nice aliens visited last night, while you were sleeping and left their laser guns…" She kept smiling at him and stroking his back as she pointed at different objects, distracting him. Even though Brittany's conversations about fairies and other creatures made everyone else confused, Kenai always seemed to understand her instantly and he was always asking her about them. He relaxed but trembled against her slightly when he saw Santana hovering close by. Brittany frowned, watching Santana who had a hurt look on her face at the way Kenai reacted. "Your Mami didn't mean to make you sad, Sweetie. It's okay."
"I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to shout at you," Santana whispered to him in a much softer tone, looking like she felt extremely guilty. She seemed relieved when Kenai began to calm down and patted her face, seemingly forgiving her after a while as Brittany continued to rock him and hum to him sweetly. "I love you, Cariño."
"Can you give Mami a hug?" Brittany asked. Kenai complied, wrapping his little arms around his mother's neck and she closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh of relief as she hugged him back while Brittany bit back a smile at the sight of the two.
"Come, let's go and have a nap with your kitty cat. She's tired and she needs to nap now." Brittany told him sweetly when he began to yawn, referring to the black cat plushie, Bagheera who he always wanted with him everywhere and Kenai nodded into her chest, burying his face in her neck when she lifted him back into her arms. It made her happy that the boy loved cats as much as she herself did, even if Santana wasn't so fond of them. She cradled him, carrying him into his room wordlessly and put him into his race car bed.
Everything in the toddler's room was bold shades of crimson and blue and car-themed. Kenai went to bed without a word, letting Santana tuck him in. Brittany watched, concerned as Santana stroked his hair for a moment affectionately, kissing his forehead once more and walked out of the room, still with that same dejected expression on her face.
When Brittany found her again, Santana was pouring herself some gin and remained silent for a long time, her body language tense as she was clearly still very agitated after the long day she had and the arguments with Kenai. Brittany frowned at the sight of Santana drinking again.
Santana had that steely, harsh expression back on again, a melancholy look in her glassy eyes that Brittany wished she never had to see again. The waitress wondered if she would snap at her and send her away for once but instead she just leaned back into Brittany when the blonde massaged her back and neck without saying anything, knowing that Santana's emotions were in turmoil. When Santana eventually broke down, Brittany could sense it had been coming and she just did her best to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, I lost control and snapped," Santana finally sobbed, wiping a tear from her eye, already on her third glass. "I don't want to hurt him. I'm turning into my father."
"It's okay…" Brittany's heart clenched as Santana had that empty, sorrowful look that she got every so often when she thought about her past. An idea suddenly came to her.
"Come dance with me!" Brittany said, holding out her hand and smiled invitingly. Santana looked up at her, alarmed and dumbfounded. "It'll be fun, I promise."
"Britt…" Santana began to say, falling into the nickname she had started to use for her all the time, which always felt so amazing to Brittany everytime she said it in that soft, affectionate tone she used that was reserved only for her. "I really don't… dancing is the last thing I feel like doing right now…" She huffed, uncertain.
She stood up anyway, clearly bewildered but allowing Brittany to pull her into it. She took Santana's hand, placing it on her waist while she put one of her arms around Santana's shoulders, encouraging the dark-haired woman to lead.
"There's no music..." Santana began to say, staring at her blankly and her body felt stiff.
"No, don't think so much. Just feel me," Brittany gently touched her face, smoothing the frown that was beginning to form on her forehead then took Santana's other hand, holding it in hers as they swayed back forth. "You're tense. Just feel the rhythm, feel me."
It didn't take long before Santana got accustomed to the waltz, seamlessly falling into step with Brittany. Santana laughed, amused by the blonde's giddiness as she allowed her to lead her into a playful swirl, and trading flirtatious smiles with her. Brittany felt elated that she had succeeded in distracting Santana from all of her usual worries and got her to be more adventurous. Eventually, their dance became more like a slow grind as they held each other closer. Brittany could feel the mood between them shift to something more intimate, suddenly feeling much warmer and out of breath as she stared into her brown eyes.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" Santana asked breathlessly, in awe as the blonde effortlessly twirled and shimmied around the apartment impressively after they had parted, even throwing in an athletic cartwheel.
"You could say I've been practicing for a while," Brittany chuckled, "I was a cheerleader just like you back in highschool and I've always wanted to be a dancer, ever since I was three."
"You're the best dancer I've ever seen. I don't know how you're not famous." Santana told her in that same awestruck voice.
Santana just watched her with lustful eyes and made no effort to disguise it, as if she was drinking in the sight of Brittany, which made the waitress that much more eager to wow her, as she felt her face flush under the penetrating gaze of the lawyer. She moved in a more sensual way as she approached Santana then shuddered moments later when the dark-haired woman slipped an arm around her waist, pressing heated kisses to the column of her neck that made the blonde squeak, panting from from the exertion.
Santana tilted Brittany's face towards hers, kissing her deeply as her hands roamed over the blonde's body that she knew so well and Brittany's arms slipped around her neck, pulling the older woman closer to hold her tightly. A look of surprise passed over the Latina's face when Brittany suddenly grabbed her shoulders, steering her toward her bedroom. Santana fell back on the bed, staring up at the tall, leggy woman in confusion and interest.
"What are you doing?"
"Relax." Brittany commanded, getting on top of her and straddling her hips as she pulled on the loops of Santana's trousers and took off her belt. Santana sucked in a breath, completely melting to her. It was the first time Brittany had been this take charge with her in the bedroom and her breathing was quickening as the blonde got on top of her.
Usually Santana liked to feel like she was in control and that meant she wanted to physically be on top, even though Brittany suspected Santana would let her have whatever she wanted if she so much as asked for it. Brittany quickly stripped off her shirt and bra so that she was just wearing her tight jeans, Santana staring up at her in fascination as her pale breasts bounced but didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. Brittany bit her lip to hold back a smile at how endearing Santana's flustered, eager face was and took her hands, guiding them to her own tiny, pale waist.
Brittany leaned down, seeing Santana's eyes flood with arousal at the way the blonde was grinding her hips against hers just like when they were dancing before, tantalizingly close but without enough friction. She saw the way Santana's face lit up with interest and realization that this was the closest thing to what getting a lap dance from the blonde would feel like.
She smirked at her everytime Santana would become visibly frustrated whenever Brittany pulled back, just out of her reach whenever Santana tried to touch her. Santana grabbed the blonde's ass roughly, as if she couldn't take it anymore and began to grind back up into Brittany's fluid, teasing movements. Santana's movements were harsh and erratic as she squeezed her hips and bucked up into her, as opposed to the smooth and slow grinding Brittany had started. Brittany could tell that the Latina was losing control as Santana closed her eyes and panted into her neck, her grip on Brittany's hip and ass becoming almost painful.
Brittany leaned in, slanting her mouth over Santana's. She kissed her, hot and open-mouthed, smirking into it as Santana moaned into her mouth as their tongues touched, her hand sliding into her long blonde hair and tugging slightly, just the way Brittany liked. They continued to kiss and grind into each other for what felt like an eternity.
Before she knew what was happening, Santana began to take over and her hands slipped under the material of her jeans to squeeze the blonde's ass, slipping a thigh between her legs and pushing up into Brittany's thigh. She hissed at the friction of Brittany's rough jeans moving against her trousers. It was like she couldn't help it as she palmed Brittany's ass, pulling her roughly into her each time she jerked up into her body, molding herself to the blonde.
"Brittany…Brittany…" The blonde could hear the desperate but hesitant tone of her voice as she continued to roll her hips into the dark-haired woman rhythmically, meeting her thrusts, her hot breaths against Brittany's neck. "I need to feel you… please..."
She moved one of her hands from Santana's shoulder to her ass, squeezing and encouraging her, as she sucked in a breath. At the same time, Santana slipped her hand under Brittany's tank top and bra, palming the soft flesh of her breast and toying with her pink nipple. It was all moving so fast and Brittany allowed Santana to take the reins now, arching into her hand and whining. The blonde felt the familiar tightening feeling build low in her core and closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Santana's shoulders. Santana's movements became faster and harsher then the black-haired woman let out a sob and pushed herself up hard against Brittany just once more, her lips parting.
"Brittany…oh!"
Brittany gasped at the rough movement, the feel of Santana biting down into her neck hard and the tight squeeze on her ass as Santana's body trembled. She could practically feel the heat and wetness of Santana through her jeans. It took her a moment to realize what had happened and her heart sped up as she became conscious of her own wetness that she could feel against her inner thighs. She just held Santana in her arms, stroking her back and let her ride it out as her whole body shook and her hips kept jerking up into Brittany's uncontrollably. Santana had a look of surprise and then sobbed into her neck as she shivered against Brittany.
Once she had come down, she turned to Brittany, redness staining her cheeks. She was clearly surprised, embarrassed at coming while fully clothed and in a much shorter time than she wanted to. Brittany just held her and comforted her, stroking her back down to her hips. She kissed Santana's cheek placatingly, resting her head on her chest as the woman's breathing slowly evened out.
"Britt, I'm sorry I…I've never…so fast… "
"Shh…"
Brittany just kissed her, distracting her as she began to unbutton her own jeans. Santana's interest was now piqued as Brittany stood up and slipped out of her jeans, shimmying them down her legs and then slipped off her panties - the tiny slip of fabric now soaked and unusable - leaving her fully nude. Santana gripped the sheets, sucking in a breath and was speechless as Brittany walked over slowly, swaying her hips deliberately, then began to unbutton Santana's shirt.
She made quick work of getting Santana's clothes off and admiring the dark golden skin she revealed, the woman still staring at her in awe. Santana gripped her waist, pulling her into a heated kiss, like she couldn't wait a moment longer. Brittany submitted to her embrace for a moment, swooning against her dark-haired lover but when Santana reached between her pale legs, rubbing tight circles causing her to writhe against her, she put a hand on Santana's wrist to stop her. Santana looked up at her in confusion and Brittany placed a hand gently on her chest and pushed her back again, getting on top of her.
"Nuh uh. I don't think so… " She quipped, kissing her quickly, then trailed her lips teasingly along the rim of Santana's ear. Santana's eyes instantly flickered to Brittany's breasts and she shuddered as she felt Brittany's arousal on her thighs and stomach as she moved down her body
The dark haired woman glared at her in confusion when Brittany suddenly got up to search for something in the bedroom. Santana's lips parted, her eyebrows shooting up when she saw what Brittany was holding when she returned. She looked like if she was going to protest but Brittany just kissed her, humming into it and somehow managed to get Santana into the thin, black harness without her realizing it was happening. Santana couldn't seem to find it in her to protest as she gazed up at her, speechless. "I want you to fuck me like this, Santana"
Brittany sank onto the length of it slowly, impaling herself and allowed herself to get accustomed to the stretch while she saw the arousal and awe flicker on Santana's face. Santana reached up, palming her breasts as Brittany bounced against her, taking over. She braced herself with her hands on Santana's shoulders, rolling into her while Santana was completely mesmerized.
"Brittany…oh Britt…" Santana moaned as the blonde circled her hips repeatedly to put pressure on Santana's core, smirking as she knew the effect her grinding had on the woman.
Brittany's muscles soon began to tire from the strain as she became overwhelmed and she was relieved when Santana took charge, beginning to thrust up into her forcefully. Brittany opened her mouth, unable to express what she needed from her so urgently as the words caught in her throat but Santana seemed to understand and flipped her over, gripping her thighs and holding Brittany's legs spread apart for her as she moved between them. They both moaned simultaneously as Santana filled her completely. Santana kept the rhythm going perfectly, leaning down to suck one of Brittany's nipples into her mouth as the blonde's nails dug into her ass and a high-pitched whimper left her throat.
"Oh… Oh …" Brittany breathed, grasping tightly onto Santana's shoulders, beginning to feel her core tighten at Santana's hard, jerky movements. Santana hissed at the feeling of Brittany's blunt nails leaving scratches over her shoulders as the blonde trembled and arched up into her. Brittany wrapped her long legs around Santana's waist and trembled as she drove deeper into her. Santana reached between their bodies, running her hand down Brittany's abs and found her clit, stroking the tiny nub in time with her sharp, rough thrusts. Brittany shivered and felt herself tighten completely, a high-pitched moan escaping her as she unraveled in Santana's arms. Santana followed her over the edge only seconds later, gasping into her neck and shaking as she came hard, her hips jerking against Brittany's.
Santana cuddled close to her moments later, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close. Brittany sighed happily, smiling into her neck with satisfaction and she could feel Santana's lips quirk upwards, the dark-haired woman equally spent and in a relaxed state as she stroked her blonde hair lazily. She was almost lulled to sleep by the feeling of Santana's steady heartbeat against her ear when the dark-haired woman spoke up, taking her by surprise.
"Britt, I…" Santana's heart beat faster and her breaths became slightly more unsteady, which made Brittany look at her curiously. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Brittany grinned. This wasn't exactly what she had expected but it was sweet nonetheless. Santana was so nervous as if the waitress would ever even dream of telling her no. Instead of answering, she just kissed her tenderly, smiling against her lips and trailing her fingertips over Santana's bicep soothingly. Santana was still staring at her questioningly, an anxious frown on her face when she pulled away as she hadn't answered her yet.
"Haven't I been your girlfriend this entire time?" Brittany whispered teasingly with her lips pressed against Santana's ear as she trailed her fingertips over her shoulder.
Santana blinked, confused and her lips parted.
"Of course I would love to be your girlfriend." Brittany just laughed happily, kissing her ear and then that space just below her jaw that always made Santana arch up into her without fail. Santana shuddered as she expected, surrendering to her touch. Her strong hands moved across Brittany's waist and thighs again as if desperate to feel her skin and Brittany moved upwards to kiss her lips. The corners of her mouth twisted upwards as Santana's touches became more purposeful, cupping the blonde's breast forcefully as her breathing became quicker and Brittany knew what she wanted.
"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Brittany smirked, nipping her ear and sighing as Santana toyed with her nipple.
"Mmm no." Santana hummed against her lips with a grin, shivering at the sultry look Brittany gave her, looking up at her between her eyelashes as Santana rolled her onto her back again, trapping her under her body. Santana's breath hitched as Brittany slipped a thigh between hers, their hips locking together and then she could no longer concentrate as Santana began to rock into her, nipping her neck and Brittany began to see stars, closing her eyes as she succumbed to the pleasure.