A/N: I decided to go ahead and post two chapters at the same time.
Someone asked for some jealous!Brittany a while back- you'll see a little of that soon and hopefully it's fun although in general, to be quite honest I don't see Britt as a jealous type most of the time in the Brittana relationship. I do see her occasionally being shady/passive aggressive to a girl if she felt threatened by her in relation to Santana or just getting sad (God Brittany being sad is painful to think about).
***Please note the change to an M-rating ;)*** This chapter will have more explicit content. So if you're not comfortable with sexual content, this isn't for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the related characters. I also do not own any of the songs/movies/bands mentioned in this story. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Let me know what you think.
Shannon gave Brittany the most insincere smile imaginable, her blue eyes turning cold and emotionless.
She noticed Brittany arriving with Santana and it had annoyed her, then she was even more unimpressed by the other blonde monopolizing everyone's attention with her dancing. "Wow, someone's all dolled up. You no longer dress in clothes that were popular forty years ago. That's a change for you, Brittany. I see Santana can keep a girl for longer than one night, apparently."
"Shannon, what exactly do you want?" Santana flipped around on her angrily. Oh the universe really was trying her patience tonight.
"I just want to talk to you… privately, if that isn't such a serious offence. We don't have to make this into an argument." Shannon may have had a fiance but the thought of Santana moving on so easily hurt her ego and she was determined to make the Latina fall for her again so she'd forget this new girl who dared to come into their lives.
"Fine. Whatever." Santana hissed and walked with Shannon to the other side of the club while Brittany's smile fell.
Brittany had never been the smartest girl when it came to a lot of things but her instincts told her that something about the way Shannon was schmoozing with Santana, making sure to turn on a megawatt smile and touch Santana's arm frequently during their conversation with flirty little fake giggles, was a red flag.
Then there was the fact that she simply did not want another woman touching Santana like that. Brittany never usually got angry or confronted anyone at all but her irritation got the best of her for once and she strolled up to the two of them, speaking in a sassy, blunt but controlled tone.
"Excuse me, Santana. I don't mean to interrupt but isn't Shannon just a golddigging fake bitch?"
Santana looked across at the blonde in surprise as Shannon gave up her facade of politeness and glared at Brittany viciously. Brittany glared back at her.
"What did you just say?"
"I said, Santana isn't Shannon a fake bitch who only wants to use you for sex and dig for gold? Just like you said all the other women are. I thought you said you don't like women like that."
"Excuse me?!" Shannon snarled, outraged. "How dare you!"
Santana was stunned and fell silent as her entitled ex girlfriend fumed, appalled by Brittany's words. Despite the artlessness about how she had worded it, Brittany was technically right but at that moment, she just felt irrationally annoyed after how loved up Brittany seemed with those three guys on the dance floor.
"You should leave us alone and stop bothering Santana because she doesn't like you anymore." Brittany said bluntly. The woman's expression turned deadly.
"Yeah, well you should just strap a mattress to your back, whore!"
"Maybe you need it more than I do if the rumours I've heard are true, Shannon."
As much as she loved the thought of two hot girls fighting over her and it was a boost to her ego, she really couldn't deal with her ex's drama either as she could be a brat who would throw tantrums that were worse than even Santana's own if she didn't get her way.
"Look, Brittany, thanks but please just don't interfere right now. This is just between Shannon and I."
"That's right. You shouldn't cut into adult conversations. You won't be able to understand the big words we use." Shannon told her in a clipped, icy tone as she stood up, standing over Brittany trying to intimidate her but the other blonde didn't back down.
"Shannon, shut the hell up," Santana snarled, her voice deepening and taking on a more authoritative, deadly tone as her anger took over. "Don't you dare talk to her like that."
The high-maintenance woman ignored Santana and slapped Brittany in the face. It wasn't a hard slap but it was enough to send a message. Santana was beyond furious and shocked.
"Hey, what the fuck?!" Santana grit her teeth, growling at her ex-girlfriend and wincing as Brittany touched her cheek, staring at the other blonde in shock. She pushed in between the two of them to protect Brittany and grabbed her ex by the shoulders, shoving her back forcefully. "Don't you put your hands on her! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I do warn you, I know how to defend myself, Shannon." Brittany said calmly, easily dodging Shannon's slaps with her agile, cat-like movements that were effortless. Santana groaned as the two women practically wrestled, Shannon yelping when she lost balance as Brittany dodged another one of her slaps and ended up on the floor, her purse landing next to her in the scuffle.
"Okay, you've made your point. Fighting like this is unladylike. We can settle this like respectful adults." Shannon relented when it became apparent that she wasn't going to be able to bully Brittany into submission and a crowd had begun to gather around.
Brittany looked soft but apparently she knew a few moves. This was just humiliating to her and made her even more infuriated as Santana smirked at her, not helping her up. She couldn't resist cornering Brittany for one last nasty remark just to settle the score and get in a few jabs at her ex while she was at it.
"What, do you think Santana loves you just because you're putting out for her?" She hissed in a low voice while the Hispanic woman was distracted. "You're living in a delusion."
"Huh? Putting out what?" Brittany asked, blinking at her in confusion.
"Newsflash, Honey, I know you're not the brightest so I'll break it down for you with small words. You're just like any other fling of the week to her. Santana Lopez is just a womanizer. She doesn't care about anyone but herself. You should do yourself a favour and get out of her life while you still can before she does to you what she did to me and all the others."
Brittany glared at her. "Don't talk about Santana like that. I don't know what happened between you two to make you so bitter but Santana's a good person and I know she isn't like that."
Santana smiled, not hearing the full conversation but Brittany defending her so fiercely was giving her butterflies, a warmth coming over her. The high-maintenance, manicured blonde noticed the way Santana was beaming proudly at Brittany and hated it.
"I'm sure you two will be oh so happy together!" Shannon muttered bitterly, throwing a glass of some kind of alcohol at Santana for good measure as she stormed away in her high heels. Santana cursed as her dress was soaked in the liquid. She should probably take this as a sign from the universe that she was going to have no luck at anything tonight, in addition to all the annoying things that had already happened since they got to the club.
"Good riddance. That woman is insane, I swear. Learned my lesson with that one - never stick your anything in crazy. Are you okay, Britt? Did she hurt you?" Santana softened her voice, wincing when she thought of the girl being slapped. Oh she wanted to kill Shannon.
"I'm okay...she didn't hit me that hard and she's weak. Do you want to dance again?"
"Look, Brittany. This is just too much and to be honest, I've had way too much to drink tonight. I'm sure you can meet your future husband tonight without my help. You're obviously having an amazing time with those guys." She tried to keep the irritation out of her voice as she said the last part.
"Wait, Santana…I'm not-"
"Save it," Santana held up her hand to cut her off, pulling out her phone to send a quick text to her other roommate as Finn came up to start a conversation with Brittany about Rachel Berry yet again over the loud music. "I'm going back home. Mercedes and Sam will give you a ride home, okay? Stick close to them, you can trust them."
"Okay, Santana. I'm sorry if I did something wrong."
Santana's face became gentle and she put her hands on Brittany's shoulders comfortingly.
"Hey… it's okay, it's just…I need to be alone right now." She sighed, sparing one last look at the pretty blonde before leaving, still in a drunken haze and feeling a headache coming on.
"Well?" Santana asked, rounding on Mercedes and looking at her expectantly as soon as she hugged Sam goodbye and returned to the apartment. Santana was trying to act like she hadn't just spent the last two hours freaking the fuck out and fretting over everything that had happened. Maybe she was having a little existential crisis but so what? Who was Mercedes to judge?
Santana wished she hadn't been so impulsive and had stayed at the club to make sure Brittany was okay. Maybe she could have even enjoyed herself there with her instead of completely losing her temper or at least been there to make sure no one tried to take advantage of Brittany. She hated herself for not watching out for the blonde more tonight.
"Well what?" Mercedes cocked her head to the side, not following her.
"What happened? Where is she? Why isn't she with you?"
"She was hanging out with Finn and she um…" Mercedes turned to her, biting her lip and paused for a while, "You're really not gonna like this but don't kill the messenger. She went home with someone."
"What? Who?" Santana demanded with a scoff, thinking of who she had last seen Brittany talking to.
If it had to be anyone, she hoped it was Finn because he was non-threatening and definitely not going to try to get frisky with Brittany… she hoped. He had no game and he was like an annoying big brother to them all. "Oh, she went home with that beluga, Finn? What's he gonna do, make her grilled cheeses with his trusty frying pan and dance badly for the rest of the night? Make fart jokes? Show her his baseball card collection and cowboy wallpaper before his mommy Carole tucks them in for the night?"
"No. Also you love those old ass cowboy movies even more than he does, you liar. You talk so much when you're nervous, you know. She went home with Jake Puckerman."
"What?! Puckerman?! She went back to his room?!" Santana fumed, her voice rising. This cannot be happening… "This is way, way worse than Finn! A million times fucking worse. Oh that piece of shit fuckboy just wants to have revolting unprotected sex with her! This is the worst thing ever!"
Mercedes stared at her with a sardonic, long-suffering expression. Santana didn't understand how the girl could be so calm when the end of the world was happening.
"Calm the fuck down Santana and stop cussing at me. You're screaming so loud I can't hear myself think."
"He's...he's a slut!"
"Yeah, well I mean... isn't everyone else these days?"
"I can't believe you let her leave with him! Weren't you watching her? Oh no no no, this cannot be happening!"
"Why is it so wrong, though? She can go with who she wants I mean… I can't exactly tell her no and she wants to find a husband, right so why not let her get to know Jake? He's a good guy."
Santana felt like she was about to scream.
"No! He's not a good guy! He's evil. Mercedes, Brittany can't… do unspeakable things with that fuckboy. She just can't. She'll get an STD. Don't look at me like I'm crazy, I really don't need your judgment right now!"
"Whatever. I'm not the one who's head over heels in love with the girl." Mercedes shrugged and retorted calmly in her matter of fact voice, unfazed by Santana's furious shouting.
What? There's no way she could be in love.
"What?! In love?! I don't fall in love with eccentric women who don't know what the internet is!"
"Yes, you do."
"I don't fall in love with women who I've known for like five days who wear leg warmers on their arms!"
"Yes, you totally do," Mercedes said firmly. "And what the hell has been happening between you two? First you're giving each other heart eyes like no one's business in my apartment, you ruin all her dates for her then you two start acting all weird. You're just in love with her, Santana and the sooner you admit that the safer this world will be for all of us."
Santana was too caught up in a rage to hear much of what she was being told.
"No way… This is just wrong… I'm gonna kill him. I swear, I'm gonna murder that fucker." Santana seethed while Mercedes shook her head in exasperation.
"Oh my God, you're so pressed. You're like a moody teenager. So what are you gonna do? Go over there and break down the door and fight this guy?" Mercedes asked, raising an eyebrow.
That sounded like a damn good idea…
"Hey, just to be clear I'm not saying that as a suggestion!" Mercedes hastened to add, seeing the devilish smile that came onto Santana's face but it was too late.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do! Aren't you coming with me?"
"Me?! Hell no! What do I look like to you, Mohammed Ali? He'd beat my ass. I'm not getting my ass beat by Jake Puckerman just because you wanna fight him over some pussy," Mercedes shook her head in exasperation. "All of this chaotic nonsense in my life because of pussy - yours and hers. Jesus Christ help us all."
"Fine. I'm going over there right now. This… it's just wrong and it can't be allowed."
"You're so ridiculous, Santana. Just go and get your woman already though and leave me alone in peace tonight. I'm sick of your bitching. Just don't let me end up having to bail you out of prison tomorrow."
Santana grabbed her car keys and drove over to Jake Puckerman's apartment as fast as she could in a complete blind rage. She hadn't even bothered to take a shower after being doused in Shannon's drink or taken off her makeup but had simply changed out of her dress into some grungy sweatpants with a black hoody, and shoved on the nearest shoes she could find, not caring much about what she looked like for once.
She was seeing red and if she thought about some guy's hands all over Brittany's delicate, perfect body while she was getting intimate with him she was going to cry or hurl. One of the two - and she knew her crying face wasn't pretty. It was easier to get angry than to let herself think too much about why she was so angry.
"Open the fucking door, Puckerman!" Santana yelled, banging on it loudly with full force when she found the place. Ohh she was gonna roast him within an inch of his life.
Finally the door opened and the guy was staring at her angrily while Brittany stood by with a clueless, startled expression, thankfully fully clothed. Santana almost breathed a sigh of relief. Some other men who were presumably Jake's friends were also hanging out with them.
Santana felt a little nervous because they were hulking dudebros built like wrestlers and gave off a vibe that they weren't so friendly. She felt around for the switchblade she had in her pocket, feeling comforted to know that she had it, just in case things got out of hand.
"Santana?" Brittany's voice rang out. She wasn't displeased to see her but she was bewildered by the dark-haired girl being there after she said she was going home.
"What do you want, Santana?" Jake grunted in irritation. Santana hated him so much at that moment. Him and his grubby little fuckboy hands that were probably all over Brittany. Gross.
"What I want is…" Wait a minute, what did she want actually?
"Look, I don't know what you're doing here, Santana but you seem really, really drunk and you're scarier than normal." He noted, shaking his head at her as she just scowled in his direction.
"Yeah, well you just want to take advantage and have nasty, unprotected anal sex with her. I know what you're up to, Puckerman."
"What? You're crazy!" Jake sputtered.
Santana tried to punch him but he dodged her when she swung at him and she ended up punching a wall. Fuck that hurt!
"Oh no! Santana!" Brittany gasped, covering her mouth with her hand and wincing as Santana's face went white.
"Are you okay?" He asked, sounding both amused and incredulous but still a little terrified of her.
"Okay? I'm just getting started buddy. I'll kick your ass…" Santana grunted, trying to charge at him as Jake's two other friends held her back. Santana sighed, seething when they finally let her go. "Brittany c'mon, we have to go now."
"But Jake and I were gonna play pool and-"
Santana gave Jake a death glare when she noticed the way he was staring appreciatively at Brittany's legs and ass. He blanched, stepping back fearfully at the look she was giving him.
"Look, Lima Heights, I don't know what you're trying to do but you better get the hell out of here." One of Jake's dudebro friends warned her.
"Don't talk to me like that. You don't know who you're messing with!" Santana snapped.
Santana punched the guy in the face when he tried to corner her and before she knew what was happening, the guy punched her right back. The fact that he had about six inches of height and one hundred pounds on her gave him quite an advantage. Ouch.
Well, this wasn't what she expected. She ended up on the floor on her back upside down, with her feet over her head, tossed about like a rag doll.
"You'd hit a girl?" Santana gasped, still reeling from the punch. It felt like she had been hit by a freight train.
"Yeah. I'm equal opportunity. I'm a feminist."
Santana felt the colour drain from her face, thinking maybe she had sassed the wrong guy. "You're a fucking rat bastard, that's what you are."
So maybe she definitely shouldn't have picked this fight. Her plan to heroically defend Brittany's honour and impress her wasn't going well. Talk about embarrassing. It was time for damage control.
"Yeah, take that! Th-that's how we do it in Lima Heights!" She yelled, making a threatening gesture towards them as Brittany helped her up after she struggled for a moment, her legs shaky.
"Okay, San," Brittany said softly in response, patting her head placatingly. "Should I call an ambulance?"
Santana groaned as the rest of the room snickered.
"An ambulance?! Maybe for these losers, after I'm done with them!" She growled, fire still in her eyes as she made her threat. Jake and his friends rolled their eyes, not bothering to continue fighting her as she threatened them. She continued to glare at them, no one making a move.
"Santana, do you want to stay here and hang out with us?" Brittany asked innocently, smiling cheerfully at her new friends. Santana's eyes narrowed, not liking the suggestive smile Jake was giving the blonde.
"No. We need to go now, trust me." She grabbed Brittany's hand with the one that hadn't been injured, covering her bruised eye with the other.
"Okay." Brittany replied softly, smiling gently at the dark-haired girl as she was led away. She didn't seem too bothered by having to leave Jake's house.
"Santana, are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" Santana scowled, dropping her hand into a bucket of ice water. She was sitting on the couch and Mercedes was giving her these amused looks as Santana grumbled about everything in existence while Brittany just watched her with a worried expression. Mercedes had burst into raucous laughter when Brittany helped Santana through the door but was now passing her an ice pack and an aspirin. "My hand hurts... my everything hurts!"
Santana glared at the blonde sulkily and Brittany pouted back while Mercedes just laughed behind her hand.
"Yeah well you went picking fights and it serves you right. I'm not surprised," Mercedes deadpanned, shaking her head and sighing in a long-suffering way as she had seen this happen to Santana countless times over the years. "Of course you got your ass handed to you fighting a bunch of grown men twice your size. Look at you, you're a mess."
"Hey, I won that fight! They got some Lima Heights hospitality tonight!" Santana insisted, wincing and yelping while Brittany pressed the ice pack to her eye. She ignored Brittany, pouting when the blonde kept trying to help her with her injuries. Santana could be so moody sometimes that it was difficult for Brittany to keep up.
"I'm sorry, Santana. I don't know what I did wrong tonight but I'm sorry." She said quietly. She didn't understand why Santana seemed so irritated with her. Sometimes she got frustrated with the blonde's weird comments and inability to understand modern technology but usually Santana was never this angry with her.
Santana groaned, covering her face with her hands. "You know what. This is ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. I'm going to my room."
"I just can't seem to get things right with her." Brittany sighed, hanging her head after Santana had left. Mercedes watched Brittany in silence for a moment, trying to think of how best she could help Brittany to understand Santana's perspective without interfering too much in the very strange dynamic the two seemed to have.
"I know, Brittany," Mercedes patted her back comfortingly. "I know you have good intentions and Santana knows that too. Let me give you some advice, my friend. You mean well. You're a very good girl. A very nice and sweet girl but right now, what Santana needs is a good woman. Does that help, Sweetie?"
Brittany blinked thinking for a long moment about what Mercedes said. Suddenly she understood exactly what the woman meant without Mercedes having to explain any further and just nodded at her. It all made sense.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was moving swiftly, Mercedes just gaping at her. Brittany barged into Santana's bedroom, not bothering to knock as she usually would. In this moment she felt more confident and sure of herself than she had ever felt in her life about anything.
"What are you doing, Brittany?" Santana grumbled, in one of her terrible moods as she faced her, sitting down on the bed with her arms folded over her chest. Brittany thought she looked adorable without any makeup and looking like a small little angry gremlin on the bed but she wasn't going to let Santana's cuteness and aggression distract her from what she needed to say tonight. "Can't you let me wallow in my humiliation in peace already? I know I lost the stupid fight… although I almost had him. He just surprised me, that's all. I'll get him next time."
Santana had just had a long shower and slipped into pajama shorts and a tank top, hoping that the shower would help release some of the tension she had been feeling but she was still in a terrible mood. Lack of sex wasn't exactly helping her either. Her straight, black hair fell limply to her shoulders. Maybe she could try to force herself to sleep off the frustration even though she felt wide awake and kept replaying the events of the night in her mind.
"Why are you acting this way, Santana?" Brittany kept her voice soft as it usually was but more assertive than normal. Santana's eyes widened, wondering if Brittany was trying to pick a fight with her. The last thing she expected was for the normally meek, passive girl to confront her. She really didn't want to argue with Brittany but her temper flared as her emotions took over and it all came bubbling out of her.
"Why am I acting this way? Why do you suddenly know how to dance like a professional choreographer - like fucking Paula Abdul - and seduce guys like some kind of sex goddess?"
"Is that what this is really about? You don't like me seducing guys?" Brittany's eyes were blazing blue and it was clear that she wasn't backing down.
"As if. I don't care. Have fun having disgusting unprotected sex with them." Santana sniffed. "Just don't come crying to me when it doesn't work out. Or when they fuck you in the wrong hole."
"I didn't have sex with Jake in the right or wrong hole. Or at all. We just talked. I told him I thought it was better if I just went home after we hung out. I just thought you should know that because it seems like you're really upset because you think I had sex with him and you're taking your hurt feelings out on everyone."
"Me? Upset? I'm not upset. I don't care what you do in bed with men. Do whatever you want."
"No, look at me," Brittany told her, grabbing her chin and tilting her face so that their eyes met, "Santana, I don't want to have sex with any of those guys from the club. You don't have to get super jealous like this about me and boys."
"Who said anything about being jealous? I'm not jealous. I couldn't care less about your ugly boyfriends putting their big gross manhands all over your soft, beautiful - I mean all over your body."
"Then if you're not jealous then why do you have a problem with me flirting with any of them? You promised you'd help me find a husband but you hate anyone I even think about dating and you keep trying to ruin my chances with any of them. Then you get all mad when I talk about liking anyone and you get this look on your face like you're gonna cry."
"Brittany… I- I just…"
Before she could say another word, Brittany pulled her into her arms and their lips met. She kissed her deeply, feeling Santana tense up at first, gasping into her mouth and then kiss her back just as eagerly, leaning up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist while Brittany wrapped hers around Santana's shoulders. Santana wasn't sure what exactly had brought on this new confident, womanly side to Brittany but she sure as hell wasn't complaining.
"Britt… what was that for?"
"I really like you and I want to be with you. I don't know what you're so afraid of and why you keep pushing me away after you kissed me twice even though you obviously are into me just as much. I know you're all scared because you got hurt by those girls in the past and your ex is a total bitch but I'm not her and I would never hurt you. I would treat you so well, Santana."
"Brittany…"
Brittany pulled off her dress and pushed Santana back on the bed. Santana was mesmerized by her full breasts on display and the brazen way she was acting made her pulse race. She had this adorably nervous but hot and bothered expression on her face, Brittany thought and it made her smirk. Santana's eyes locked on the perky white breasts with their pink tips.
"A-are you sure?"
"Stop being dumb, stop talking and just kiss me already, Santana. Here, I'll show you." Brittany grabbed Santana's hands that the woman didn't seem to know what to do with and placed them on her hips as she leaned in, their lips meeting again in a hot, sensual kiss.
Santana moaned against her lips before she could help it, her eyelids fluttering and her lips parting as they continued to kiss deeply, her hand tangling into blonde hair to pull Brittany into it. Her body twitched against Brittany's as the blonde kissed her so expertly, her tongue sliding against Santana's. Her mind swam and she felt dizzy with the combination of consumed desire for Brittany, adrenaline from the fight and alcohol in her system.
"You're a really good kisser, you know," Brittany smiled into it, pulling back slightly with an impish look in her blue eyes, the corners of her lips curving upwards elfishly but maintained the close proximity between them. "You need to sort out your priorities and stop being dumb for some reason because I know you have wet dreams about me and I heard you moan my name so many times when you were having those really long showers. We're going to have sex now, okay? Don't pretend you don't want to fuck me."
"O-okay." Santana squeaked dumbly knowing she probably had the most idiotic expression on her face right now.
She was just a simple lesbian trying to survive and the hottest girl on the face of the planet was sitting on her lap. The heat was pooling between her legs and Brittany seemed to notice the wetness against her leg that was soaking through a spot on the thin fabric of her pajama shorts, along with Santana's rapidly beating heart because she gave her this knowing, sexy smirk. Santana couldn't help bucking up into her.
"That's what I thought. You want me too. So take me," Brittany grinned. "We both know you want to and you seem so obsessed with my ass since you kept talking about that part. You can do me in the ass too if you want to."
Santana didn't know what to say to that but the mental image Brittany had just presented was making her short circuit. She could see how wet Brittany was when she slipped her panties off, parting her legs and it sent a jolt through her. Everything about her was beautiful, from the freckles on her stomach to the soft curves of her thighs, her tiny waist and the tightness of her abs as they flexed above her.
"Okay!" she choked out again, distracted by all the pale, flawless skin. Before she fully registered what was happening, Brittany was kissing her again, grabbing her wrist and sinking down onto Santana's three fingers smoothly. Brittany was so incredibly wet, soft and warm, her walls tightening around her so much that Santana's head was spinning. So much for Brittany being so innocent…
Brittany might not know a lot about technology but she sure knew a lot about this side of things from wherever she came from. Santana had a feeling she knew more than she herself did and she didn't even want to think about where that knowledge may have come from. The blonde was definitely the one steering this ship, so to speak, effortlessly seducing Santana from the start.
She pushed Santana back by the shoulders and rode her, taking what she wanted and circling her hips into her fluidly. Somehow Brittany had managed to strip all of Santana's clothes off without her realizing it in the middle of all this happening her palms flattening against Santana's abs.
"Oh my God." Santana breathed underneath her, shuddering as Brittany's intense, clouded blue eyes that were a darker shade than normal met hers and it felt like she could see into her soul. Santana couldn't resist grabbing her curvy, firm ass and giving it a light squeeze as she continued to rock into her fingers.
Santana had prided herself for a while on avoiding eye contact during sex but she couldn't with Brittany, as if the blonde had her under her spell. She watched everything the blonde did, completely captivated. She loved seeing the ways Brittany's body had become receptive to her, so swollen and wet, her nipples hardened and a rosy flush running up her chest and neck to her ears.
"Kiss me, Santana." Brittany whispered in a breathy, husky voice against her lips that made Santana quiver. Santana didn't have to be told twice.
This was the best view because she could see the way Brittany's face contorted in pleasure each time she bounced against her. Her eyes focused on the area between Brittany's legs where she was disappearing inside of her and it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Santana's hand went up to cup and play with her breast and Brittany began to touch herself, making tiny circles on her clit. Brittany was beginning to whimper, her movements slowing.
"Let me help you, Querida." Santana suggested in a raspy, low voice, taking back some control and grabbed the girl's hip again. She smirked cockily, noticing the way Brittany tightened against her, her eyes darkening at the nickname. She was lost in a carnal haze and could think about nothing else other than wanting to make Brittany come for her. It had been a while since Santana had done this and she wanted it to be perfect for Brittany. For some reason she wanted to make love to her properly instead of just fuck her.
Santana slipped out of her, earning a little disapproving sound before pushing Brittany on her back gently and curling her fingers back into her hard, making Brittany whine at the stretch as she entered her again. She changed the angle, smirking when Brittany whimpered in pleasure at that, widening her legs to give Santana better access.
She was thankful that only her right hand had been bruised up or else doing this would have been impossible, although she sure would have found a way. Brittany kept letting out these soft, high-pitched mewls whenever she did something good that were making Santana clench her thighs together, cursing under her breath but she tried to focus on Brittany's pleasure even though the pressure between her own legs was distracting.
Everything Brittany did was so sexy. She wondered why she had waited so long to do this. When Brittany's arm moved between their bodies and rubbed Santana's clit just right, she jerked, caught off guard and she pushed herself into Brittany's touch involuntarily.
She slipped her own lithe fingers into her and Santana groaned, not expecting it and a hot shudder ran through her as Brittany stroked her. She hadn't realized how much she needed Brittany to touch her but she was embarrassingly close to coming, so wet and swollen just from this alone.
Brittany seemed to know her body so well and Santana tightened her grip on the sheets with her bruised hand, a raspy moan scratching at her throat at the way Brittany crooked her fingers, hooking them in her. Santana was already feeling telltale pinpricks of pleasure run up her spine, her legs feeling weak. She didn't even care how wanton and desperate she sounded as pushed down into Brittany's touch.
"Britt, please…more." She whined.
Brittany wrapped her free arm around her neck, pulling her close and her legs wrapped around Santana's waist, their chests pressed together and Santana pumped into her steadily, giving her exactly what she needed. She pressed her lips together, frowning and her jaw tightened in a look of concentration as she tried to hold back even though she was seconds away from coming herself.
She thrusted harder, sweat beading on her forehead and Brittany let out a little cry when Santana found her g-spot, eyes flying open and her blunt nails digging into Santana's shoulder. Santana smiled at this, stroking her and Brittany's toes curled, her lips falling open as she came with a high-pitched moan of Santana's name.
The sight and sound of Brittany coming - especially the way she had said her name - was just about enough to send her over the edge as well. Brittany only had to tap her just once more and she was coming undone.
"Oh fuck, Brittany!"
Sparks exploded behind her eyes. God damn. It was like little shocks of electricity running down from her head to her toes and she was coming hard all at once, moaning into Brittany's neck at the pleasure.
She shivered, collapsing on top of her. She fell into Brittany's arms and sighed into her neck, pressing a kiss to the soft, pale skin under her lips and smiling into it as she continued to pant and tremble against her, her legs twitching.
Brittany gently caressed her shoulder with her fingertips, savouring the caramel skin and the warmth of Santana's body. It took a long while before she could think coherently again but when she leaned up, resting her weight on her elbow, Brittany was gazing at her so tenderly that it took her breath away.
"Whoa…Brittany. That was…just, wow… " She had no adjectives to describe how spectacular it was. Brittany just giggled cutely.
"I really, really like you, Santana," She whispered in her soothing voice, pressing a chaste kiss to her plump lips and staring into dark brown eyes, her pale cheeks still flushed. "I know for sure that I don't need to look for a boyfriend or girlfriend, or a husband anymore. I just need you."
Santana was speechless at that for a long moment, closing her eyes as she took a shuddering breath, taken aback by Brittany's words and trying to control her emotions. God, Brittany knew how to pull on her heartstrings with a few honest, sweet little words. No one had ever made her feel this way. If the blonde girl only knew how much she had Santana wrapped around her little finger without having to do a thing…
"Oh, Britt…" Santana sighed softly, her heart beating so fast as her emotions spilled out of her and she confessed what she had been so afraid of admitting even to herself. It was embarrassing how she began to tear up as it all came to the surface but she couldn't hold back a sob. "I need you too. You were right. I was burning up with jealousy because I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else having you and I didn't realize that. I'm sorry I kept ruining your plans like a jerk ever since I agreed to help you. I've been such a fool."
"I know, Santana. It's alright," She replied calmly, giving her a sweet little smile, wiping the tears from Santana's cheeks and running her hands over her face soothingly. "I forgive you. It was actually really cute seeing you all fired up and you know what, deep down I don't think I wanted any of those people when you're so much better so maybe I secretly didn't want things to work out with them."
Brittany thought she was better than all of those other people… Santana sighed again as she got completely emotional. She couldn't possibly be anymore smitten with this woman.
Okay so, she maybe sort of cuddled into Brittany. She was a little emotional and clingy after sex, so sue her… her recent ex girlfriend hadn't been a big fan of that but Brittany didn't seem to mind, only stroking Santana's toned back and wrapping her other arm more tightly around her. Somehow that hand landed on her ass and gave it a squeeze, making Santana jerk in surprise.
"But Honey, as noble and gallant as it was for you to rush in to protect me like a romantic hero, you really shouldn't have fought those guys because your cute little body is going to be sore tomorrow." The blonde added with another adorable little laugh, baby blues dancing across Santana's face teasingly as she bopped her on the nose. Santana wrinkled her nose at being called little but hey, at least Brittany thought she was cute. Score.
"Hey, I won that fight!" Santana insisted with a playful grin, unable to stop herself from joining in with Brittany's infectious laughter then her voice turned low and raspy as she was distracted by Brittany's breasts, suddenly aware of a familiar pressure between her legs, closing her eyes at the aroused feeling. "Hey, I can think of a way better reason for us to be sore tomorrow…"
Brittany just hummed in agreement, leaning up to kiss her as their legs tangled together and they were lost to their desire for each other once again.