* I really hope you guys like this chapter but just as a warning, it is one welcoming homecoming ;) *
"Here," Brett said popping the last piece into place and handing the phone over to Puck. "Let's see if it turns on," Puck said holding the side buttons down at the same time. They both stared at the screen. The black facade then turned bright and Puck's screen saver came across. "I guess guns are not the only thing you can put back together, thanks man" Puck said patting his back. Brett felt the pain shoot through his chest. Puck's accidentally hit part of his burns that extended to his back. "Ahh" Brett let out leaning forward. "Oh shit, I am sorry man," Puck said quickly. "Brett, you okay?" Mercedes asked concerned. Both Quinn and Santana looked through the opening in the wall that went between the kitchen and the living/dining room. Brett looked over at his friends and girlfriend, they looked scared. "Don't worry guys, I am okay just sore. And no problem man, I am sorry for breaking it in the first place" Brett said trying to force a smile.
Both Puck and Mercedes saw the smile and relaxed. Santana however knew him best and saw right through the smile. He was in a lot of pain but did not want to say anything. "Hey, bring this over to the table, everyone should be here soon," Quinn said handing Santana a platter of mashed potatoes and green beans. Santana grabbed them and brought them over to the table. "Are you excited to see everyone?" Mercedes asked. "Yeah, it is going to be nice to see everyone in person and not just in pictures glued to my helmet," Brett said with a chuckle. "You looked at the pictures I made a lot?" Cedes asked. "All the time, Santana didn't tell you?" He asked. Mercedes looked at Santana and then back at Brett, "Tell me what?" she asked. "The pictures got me through the entire ordeal. I do not think I am ready to talk about it fully but the reason I am alive is because of those pictures" Brett said with a genuine smile. "Oh god, there you go making me cry again," Mercedes said wiping her eyes and making everyone laugh.
The door to the apartment opened wide. "Hey everyone!" Finn said with Rachel close behind. It seemed like they all came over together because Tina, Mike, and Kurt also walked in the door immediately behind them. Brett tried to stand up but wasn't doing too well. Puck quickly grabbed one of his crutches and handed it to him. Brett used it to support himself and stand up. "Brett my man!" Finn said enthusiastically. He walked past everyone and pulled Brett into a hug. "I missed you so much man," Finn said. "Hi, Finn great to see you too," Puck said rolling his eyes, everyone laughed. Mike was the next one to pull Brett into a hug. "Wow, I have to say I think you got hurt purposely to get more scars. Because you just got like 10 times more sexier" Kurt said with a smirk. "Hi Kurt," Brett said laughing. Santana however smacked the back of Kurt's head, "get your own man Porceilin" She said. Tina quickly also pulled him close to hug him. Then Rachel stepped up. "Brett Pierce," She said with a smile trying not to cry. "Oh god, Rachel" Santana mumbled.
"Hey, Rachel it's good to see you," Brett said smiling. "I am so sorry about everything that happened to you and your loss," She said sadly. Santana felt like she got the wind knocked out of her. Everyone was quiet and Brett looked very confused. "My loss? What loss?" he asked. "Well, Santana" Rachel started to say but was cut off by the girl herself. Santana quickly spoke up, "I told them about the death of the helicopter pilot," She said. Rachel turned back and saw the look on the Latina's face. Santana was pleading with her, hoping that Rachel would understand and go with it. "Yeah I thought he was a friend of yours," Rachel managed to get out. Santana let out a breath. Brett nodded, "I didn't really know him but thank you. Even when you don't know a fellow soldier it still hits you, you know" Brett said shrugging his shoulders. "We are so glad you are home," She said hugging him. "Okay okay, now everyone come get a platter to bring to the table. Kurt grabs the wine from the fridge and starts pouring it. We are celebrating tonight" Quinn announced to the group.
Santana grabbed Rachel and pulled her into the hall before she could go into the kitchen. "What the hell was that little speech?" She asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you did not tell him about the miscarriage. I was just trying to express my condolences" Rachel quickly explained. "I am really sorry San," she said again. Santana wrapped her arms sound her abdomen and finally felt like she could breathe knowing that Brett didn't catch on. "It is okay, you didn't know," she said looking around to make sure no one is listening. "Are you going to tell him?" Rachel asked. Santana softened her gaze, "I will but not right now. He is way too fragile at the moment" Santana explained. "That makes sense. I did not mean to almost break the news. I won't say anything and I'll make sure no one else does either" Rachel said. Santana nodded, "thank you, now let's go eat," she said smiling.
The crew all hustled around the room getting the table ready for dinner. Santana pulled the chair out for Brett who was struggling to pull it out while balancing on the crutch. "Thanks," He said plopping down. Santana wrapped her arm around his shoulder and bent down to talk to him. "You want to sit?" He asked patting his good leg. Santana shook her head, "do you want a pain pill?" she asked. "No Pucks going to get me a beer and I can't drink taking them" Brett replied. "How about some of the ibuprofen? You can drink taking that and it might take the edge off?" Santana offered. Brett thought about it, he could see in the look his girlfriend was giving him she wanted him to take something. "Yeah, I think the ibuprofen would be good," he said, Only taking the medication to make Santana feel better. Santana kissed his forehead and walked away to grab it.
Everyone just fell into an old routine exactly like Thanksgiving and Christmas. People were bringing out platters of food that Quinn somehow managed to cook up in a short amount of time. People also brought different side dishes to help out. Puck plopped down next to Brett and slid over the extra beer he brought from the kitchen. "Thanks, man," Brett said cracking it open. "Is this your first beer since deployment?" Puck asked. Brett smiled and nodded. "To you being home," Puck said raising his can. Brett clinked cans and took a long sip. He forgot how much he loved an ice-cold Budweiser. Santana slid into the other seat next to him. "Here," she said. He grabbed the pills and popped them into his mouth washing them down with his beer. "Thank you" he smiled at her. "No problem, do you want me to make you a plate?" She asked. Brett shook his head, "nope I am making your plate. You've done enough for me. Let me serve you for once." he said placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.
Brett grabbed her plate and was able to balance on his good leg to stand up. He started scooping food and placing it on her plate, trying so hard not to drop it. Santana looked on wanting to step in and help him but she knew she would not respond well to that. He wants to gain his independence again and Santana knew she needed to let him try and do that. Brett finally finished and placed her plate in front of him. He fell back onto the chair, feeling his good leg start to cramp. "Thank you," San said with a smile. Brett smiled back but she could see right through him, he was in pain. Brett leaned over and started rubbing the back of his leg. "Are you okay?" she asked. Brett nodded, "just sore, I did a lot of moving today and I think it is all catching up to me" he explained.
Santana leaned forward so Brett could only hear her, "do you want people to leave right after dinner?" she asked, "no one would care" San added. Brett shook his head and gave her a soft smile, "I really want them all here" he admitted. Santana knows Brett and knows when he is lying. Right now he is telling the truth. She grabbed his plate, "since you made my plate, I am going to make yours" San said smiling, giving him a chance to rest his leg. She gave him a little bit of everything because she knew he would want all of it. Everyone sat down with their plates full. Quinn cleared her throat and everyone quieted down. "I just want to say that I am so happy we are all here together right now. Especially with my brother here" Quinn said. Her voice broke and tears slowly fell. "At one point I really did not know if we would all be here again. These last few months have been extremely hard and I know they have been especially hard for Brett. I would like to raise a glass to putting the hardships behind us and welcoming Brett home" Quinn said raising her glass of wine. "To Brett and friendships," she added. Everyone cheered and clinked glasses. "Thank you Quinnie," Brett said cheering her glass. Quinn couldn't even speak, she smiled and cheered back.
Everyone was eating and enjoying their company. Brett looked around and was immediately brought back to his going away dinner. Everyone here was extremely important to him. He was so happy that he got to see them today. But he could not help but think about what he went through while deployed. Normally he only saw those visions in his dreams but ever since he was taken out of the coma, the memories were always there. As he was talking, he would smell wafts of the burning of his own flesh. He could feel the knife going into his burned skin and cutting through. The blood running down his arms and chest. And if we really concentrated, Brett could hear the drops of blood hitting the floor. This was all happening almost constantly, not only in dreams.
Brett felt something on his lap, they are back, and they are starting their torture again. Brett jumped and grabbed at the object since his hands were not tied anymore. "Hey!" Santana said quietly so as to not bring attention to them. Brett squeezed her hand and looked over at her. "You scared me," he said slowly releasing his grip when he realized it was just his girlfriend. "Are you okay?" she asked obviously concerned. Brett nodded, "yeah you just scared me that's it," he said nonchalantly. "You were staring off into space, not eating. You are also very clammy" Santana pointed out. "I am fine just finish eating" Brett said before turning back and continuing to eat.
Santana watched him for a second before deciding to just drop it and start eating again herself. She wanted to keep probing him to get some answers, but with their friends surrounding them, now was not the time. "So Brett is this the best meal you've had?" Finn asked making Brett kinda laugh. "Definitely, I was sick of eating deployment food and hospital food. This taste like it's from a four-Michelin star restaurant." Brett explained. "What do you want to do first now that you are home?" Mike asked. Brett thought for a second before speaking, "I want to go to the movies" he said. Everyone started laughing. "What made you think of the movies?" Kurt asked. "I don't know. I always loved going to the movies and especially getting buttery popcorn. We didn't really have time to relax and watch movies over there so I just want to watch a good movie" Brett explained. "Well we need to take this man to the movies then and fast" Puck announced making everyone laugh.
Brett finished up his plate and even finished up a second helping of everything. "You better watch it, you might get fat," Puck said with a chuckle. "I'll be in the gym soon enough to work off all this food" Brett replied. "But not right now" Santana quickly said. Puck could see that Santana did not want Brett to push himself like last time. "When are you going back to the gym?" Finn asked. "He just got discharged from the hospital Finn" Santana spat at him. "Be nice" Brett said patting her knee. "I was hoping to get back to work soon. Most likely start with just managerial work then start training people again" Brett explained.
"Don't rush into it" Quinn said seeing the worried look on her best friend's face when Brett talked about going back to work. "He's not stupid" Tina saw with a giggle which earned a death glare from Santana that stopped her voice mid-laugh. "Once I get the go-ahead from my doctor I am getting back to the gym. I already talked to Aaron and he said he has a bunch of stuff to do for his payroll and members so I am just going to start there. So you (points to Quinn) and you (points to Santana) do not have to worry because I will be behind a desk for a while" He said as everyone laughed. "You better be" Santana mumbled.
The group hung out for a while longer helping Quinn clean up the kitchen and chilling in the living room. They said their goodbyes for the night. Puck packed up a bag after Quinn told him he was coming home with him to give Santana and Brett some alone time. Once everyone was gone, it was just Brett and Santana home alone. "Do you think we could get in our pajamas and just hang out on the couch?" Brett asked. Santana smiled, "that sounds amazing," she said. Santana helped Brett take off his knee immobilizer. She helped him remove his pants, "do you want pajama pants?" she asked. "Nah, I will just say in my boxers" he explained. Santana helped him reapply his knee immobilizer.
"Can I have a shirt?" Santana asked. "Absolutely take whatever you want," he said. Santana stripped off her clothes and got changed. Leaving her in her short shorts and one of Brett's large t-shirts. "Do you want to put on your cream for the burns?" San asked. Brett knew that she had seen them already but she had yet to see his back. Brett's burns extended from his right arm to the right part of his back and chest. Brett remembered the terrorist brothers taking the knife and jabbing it into the burnt part of his back. Dragging it across his back and laughing as he screamed out in pain. Getting stabbed hurts but when all your nerves are exposed it makes everyone a million times worse.
"They cut me with knives," Brett said. Santana was kinda taken aback by the statement that she felt came out of nowhere, "who cut you?" she asked. "When I was captured, they tortured me with knife cuts all over the burned part of my back. I just don't want you to get scared seeing it. I would understand if you didn't want to put my cream on, I bet I could figure it out." Brett explained. Santana opened her mouth and then shut it again not really knowing what to say. "I'll just do it, babe, don't worry," Brett said grabbing the cream. Santana quickly grabbed the tube. "I am okay I promise, I am going to see them eventually right? So I might as well get over it" she said. Santana pulled him toward the bed, she kneeled on the bed and positioned his back in front of her.
"Take your shirt off baby," Santana said. Brett nodded and pulled the shirt off. He heard Santana gasp, "oh my god" she whispered. Santana couldn't help the tears that started to fall down her cheeks as she looked at his back. The burns were raw and looked incredibly painful. Just like Brett had tried to warn her, he has multiple shallow cuts extending in every direction. "Tana" he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you" she replied back, scared to touch him. "It is going to hurt a little but I need the cream to help my skin heal," Brett replied. "Will you tell me if it's too much?" Santana asked. Brett nodded, "I will," he said. Santana took a deep breath and squirted some cream on her hands. She slowly placed her hands on his back making him jump. "What what?!" Santana asked pulling her hands back. "I just wasn't expecting it to be so cold, you can keep going" Brett reassured her.
Santana let go of the breath she was holding. She slowly placed her hands on his back and started to move over his skin. Santana remembered how smooth his skin once was. One of her favorite things was to run her hands down his back while he fucked her nice and slow. She loved feeling the way his muscles flexed as he pounded into her. Santana always would scrap her nails down his back most likely drawing blood when he would make her orgasm. But now the smooth soft skin that she knew and loved was gone. In its place were bumpy healing burns with jagged cuts. Santana continued to run her hands over his back trying to make sure she got the cream everywhere. Meanwhile, Brett was biting his lip trying not to yell out in pain. He didn't want to make his girlfriend more upset than she already was, but it fucking hurt.
Santana made sure to cover every inch of burnt skin on Brett's back with the cream. "All done" she whispered and pulled her hands away. Brett finally released his lip from the hard bite. "I know it's really ugly but I appreciate it. I'll do my arm" he said reaching for the cream but Santana grabbed it first. "No, let me do it. Please" she replied. Brett turned to look and position himself on the bed so he could see her. He could see the gloss in her eyes, indicating that the tears were just on the brink of spilling over. Santana squirted some more cream on her hands and slowly placed her hands on his shoulder. She made sure to do it slowly so the coldness wouldn't make Brett jump again. Brett sucked his breath in and Santana's hands halted. "Keep going baby," he said through the pain. Santana moved her hands making sure to get the cream all over his arm and the right pectoral region of his chest. She watched his face contort and could tell he was in a lot of pain.
Santana wanted to stop so badly but Brett needed this cream so she just kept going. Brett closed his eyes tight and bit his bottom lip extremely hard. "I'm almost done B" San whispered, he just nodded, not being able to speak. Santana ran her hand along the last sliver of burned skin and pulled both her hands back quickly. "All done baby, all done," she said. Brett breathed out and hunched forward. He took some deep breaths and tried to ignore the pain. "Why don't you have a pain pill, you haven't had one all night?" San suggested.
"I can't have them while drinking" he explained. "It's been a while since you had any beer, I think it's okay now," San said. "Well I kinda was hoping to do something" he admitted. Santana looked at him confused. Brett leaned over and pecked her lips. "Go wash your hands and grab two wine glasses. I'll meet you on the couch" he said forcing a smile. Santana smiled and nodded, "are you going to join me?" She asked. "I just need a second, I'll be right there," he said. San nodded and left the room.
Brett grabbed his compression sleeve and pulled it on. Instead of doing it slowly he just ripped the bandaid off and pulled it in place. Once it was on he looked up in the mirror. There was a mark from biting his lip and his eyes were just as glossed as Santana's. The thoughts that have been plaguing his mind more and more came back. What is the point of all of this? Brett hated his reflection, all he wanted to do was punch the glass. He looked down and saw the framed picture of him and his girlfriend. "For Santana, focus on Tana" he whispered. Brett nodded and tour his sight away from the mirror. He couldn't look at the burns anymore. He walked to the closet grabbing something. He saw the red bag that he had put together for Santana just in case he was not to return. Brett tucked the bag further away to hide it. He obviously didn't want to hide it while he was deployed so Santana could find it easily, but now he didn't want her to find it. Brett just hoped that he would live to be able to give it to her because she deserved it.
Brett walked out into the living room and saw his beautiful girlfriend sitting on the couch. Wearing his shirt and showcasing her amazing tan legs. There were two wine glasses, a wine bottle opener, and a bottle of red sitting on the coffee table. "I didn't know what kind of wine you wanted so I just grabbed one" San explained. "Did you open it?" He asked. Santana shook her head, "No I was waiting for you" she said, Brett smiled, "good" he said sitting on the couch next to her.
"Remember the night I told you about my past and the night before I was deployed?" He asked. Santana looked at him confused, "….yes…" she said. "What do those nights have in common?" Brett asked. "I cried… like a lot" San said with a little laugh. Brett also laughed "no not that part. I am talking about the promise we made to have this bottle together," he said pulling the bottle of red wine out from behind his back. Santana smiled big, "I forgot about that bottle!" She said. "I can tell but we said we were going to drink it together on my first night home. So what do you say? We pop it open?" Brett asked. "I want to but I don't want to if it's keeping you from taking a pain pill" she admitted, "I don't want you in pain" San added. "I'm okay now, all I want is to enjoy this wine with you. I've been thinking about trying it since the day I hid it in my closet before leaving" Brett explained. "Then open it up! I'm so excited to try it" Santana said.
Brett used the corkscrew to open the bottle and poured it into the two glasses. Brett handed one of the glasses to Santana and grabbed the other glass for himself. "Cheers to you being home," San said holding her glass up. "And to being together again," he added. They clinked glasses and each took a sip. "Mmmm this is so good, just like the bourbon," Santana said licking her lips. "Want to put on a show or movie?" Brett asked. San nodded and turned off the lights, then turned on the tv. He grazed through the guide until he settled on Criminal Minds, one of their favorite shows.
Santana wanted to cuddle up to him so bad but she did not want to hurt him. Brett could tell because she kept reaching out and then pulling back. Brett poured some more wine, he got up and hobbled to sit on the other side of Santana. That way she was on his good side instead of the burned side. "Come here," he said wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. Santana cuddled up to him and pulled the blanket over the two of them. This was perfect, absolutely perfect.
They stayed wrapped up together until the wine was finished, which was about two episodes of Criminal Minds. "Want to go to bed? It's been a long day" Santana asked. Brett nodded and turned off the tv while Santana put the glasses in the sink. They walked into the room. San plugged in the constellation night light while Brett moved Lord Thbbington onto his fluffy bed that was situated on his desk chair. He hoped his cat would stay out of his bed while Santana was there but he knew his little buddy would somehow make his way into his bed eventually. Brett got into his side while Santana dropped her shorts and got into the other side just in her panties and a big t-shirt.
Brett and Santana both shifted closer toward the middle of the bed. They lay on their sides looking at each other, their faces just inches apart. He lifted his hand and caressed her face. His leg moved between hers and pushed just a little bit of pressure on her core. "You are absolutely stunning, I think you got more and more beautiful every second I was gone" Brett whispered. "No one makes me feel more beautiful than you" San admitted. It's true, it's one of her favorite things about Brett. Of course, she's always been confident about her looks but none gives her butterflies as he does. Every time he calls her beautiful, gorgeous or stunning she truly feels it.
"Good, then I've done my job" Brett whispered against her neck. He started kissing from her ear to her pulse point. Once he found her spot, Brett started to gently suck and nip at her skin. Santana reached out and grabbed his waist pulling him closer. "Ughh" Santana moaned when brett nipped a bit harder and pushed his thigh harder into her core. Santana swears her arousal must be smeared all over his thigh as she rocked, riding his leg as Brett continued to kiss her. "I missed you….and….your body. God Tana" he mumbled, raking his hand down her body. He purposely stopped and rubbed his thumb over her covered nipple.
Santana rolled her hips to apply a rotational amount of pressure to her clit. This is really the first time she has gotten turned on since losing the baby. At first, when she was pregnant and have awful morning sickness, she wanted nothing to do with masturbating. But as she progressed, Santana became hornier and hornier. She did get off picturing Brett a few times which was fine but she wanted the real thing, she wanted him. Then the baby died and everything Santana felt died with him. There was no way she was going to touch herself after going through that and knowing her boyfriend was missing. But now she's here, so close to falling apart on his thigh which is just slightly embarrassing.
As much as she wants to have sex with her boyfriend right now, she can't help but worry about falling pregnant again. If her fertile uterus manages to flourish while on birth control, imagine it without any form of protection. But she could feel his erection growing against her thigh, she knew exactly where this was going. How could she deny him that? He's been gone for so long, he went through absolute hell. If he wanted sex then she was going to give him it. But don't get it wrong Santana wants it too probably more than him. She just doesn't want to fall pregnant this quickly, life is just too busy right now.
Brett reached down and ran his hand over her damp panties, Brett has almost never felt her this aroused before. "Wait!" San said remembering something and grabbing his hand, pulling it back lightly. "What?" He asked confused. "I never shaved or went to my wax lady, you know for down there" Santana admitted. Brett laughed, "do you think I care if you are bare or hairy down there? All I want is you, I don't care if you have hair or not." He explained. "You're not grossed out?" She asked. "Absolutely not, it's natural. Now let go of my hand before I pinch you" he said. Santana laughed and let go of his hand. Brett immediately pushed his hand into her panties. he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and slowly rubbed her clit while his lips found her neck again.
"I need to be inside you, I want to feel all of you baby" he breathlessly said into her ear. "I don't want to hurt your burns or knee" she managed to get out between moans. Brett pulled back to look at her, "well if you want to be on top, I wouldn't have to put any pressure on my knee plus it would keep you from clawing my back." He grinned. "I don't always claw your back," she said rolling her eyes. "Okay, tell that to the permanent nail marks on my back," he said laughing.
Santana ran her hand down his chest and then into his boxers, grabbing his package. "Fuck" Brett yelled when he felt her dainty hand wrap around his dick. His penis immediately started growing in her hand. "I love feeling you get hard only by my touch" San whispered. "I am always hard around you" Brett admitted. Once he was fully erect, Santana pulled her hand back. "Off," she said pulling at the elastic band and letting fling back against his skin. Santana pulled off her soaked panties and helped Brett get his boxers over the immobilizer. "I want to see you in all your glory," he said. Santana got up on her knees, "if it starts to hurt, you better tell me, or no sex for a month" she threatened.
"You are worth all the pain in the world" he exclaimed. Santana rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's corniness. She knew it was an empty threat because she would not be able to last a month without sex now that he was home. "you better be taking your shirt off because it's been way too long since I've seen your rambunctious set of twins in person" he said with a grin. Santana smirked and swung her leg over to straddle his lap. His dick was splitting her pussy and getting covered In her arousal. She was normally bare down there but down there was short dark hair covering her and it was really turning Brett on.
Santana pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the room. Brett immediately reached up and massaged her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumb. "B" Santana moaned and covered his hands on her breasts.
Santana moved her hands to his chest and she made sure not to touch any of the burns. Brett grabbed his dick and when Santana rose her hips, he positioned his head right at her entrance. Santana slowly lowered herself onto him, the stretch felt so fucking good. It had been way too long but her body instantly molded around him like he naturally belonged there. Once she bottomed out, both Santana and Brett released their breath. "You feel amazing, baby, just like I remembered," Brett said, lightly squeezing her sides. "So good" she mumbled. Santana supported herself with her hands on his chest and started moving her hips.
She rocked against him creating a rhythm with her hips. Brett peered up at her, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have this gorgeous girl. He needed to focus on that and that only, not the demons plaguing the back of his mind. Brett reached up and grabbed the back of her neck. "Get down here," he said pulling her down. Santana's breasts pressed against his chest and her lips landed on his. He loved feeling her nipples harden against his pecs. Brett didn't even care that her breasts her pushed up against his burnt skin because right now he was feeling everything but pain.
Her elbows were on his shoulder and her fingers were running through his hair as she kissed him. Santana ran her tongue over his lips which made Brett quickly part his. Her tongue poked through and Brett immediately wrapped his tongue around hers. All while their hips rocked together building their orgasms. Brett always made sure that Santana orgasmed first and he tried to make her fall apart twice if he could, he was usually pretty successful. Especially since it's probably been a while since she really came. He ran his hands down her back until he got to her ass.
Brett couldn't help but slap it and grabbed it. Santana quickly pulled back and eyed him "hey!" She said. "Sorry babe, you have the best ass," he said massaging each of her cheeks. Santana just rolled her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes, I am going to make you cum so hard" Brett said with a smirk. Santana matched his smirk, "oh really?" She asked. Brett didn't reply with words, only a cheeky grin before capturing her lips. Once he had her distracted with his kiss, Brett parted her ass cheeks with his hands. Then abruptly threw is hips up, pushing his dick inside her as far in as possible and then pulling it out. Only to hammer it back into her over and over. "Fuck" Santana yelled when she pulled away from his lips. She couldn't help but push her face into the side of his neck as Brett jackhammered into her hard and fast.
Brett could feel her pussy starting to flutter, she was close. "Cum baby, cum all over my dick," he said. Santana let herself go with a long and deep guteral moan. Her pussy convulsed around him. Brett slowed his movements but managed to push in even farther hitting her g spot. "Damn it" Santana moaned. Their hips rolled together slowly bringing her through her orgasm. When she finally settled, Santana pulled her face from his neck so she could look at her boyfriend. She brushed his hair back and looked deep into his blue eyes, "Te he echado de menos, espero que no tengas que volver a marcharte" she said. Spanish Translation: I missed you, I hope you don't have to leave again
Brett smiled big, "I didn't understand all of that but I missed you too" he replied. "Have you been studying Spanish?" Santana asked, surprised. "Maybe….. but obviously it isn't going that well since I only understood part of what you said" he explained. "I think I just fell more in love with you," she said with a big smile before kissing him. In all her relationships, none of her boyfriends have even attempted to learn Spanish. She pulled back and sat back upright so she wasn't pressed against his chest. Santana leaned back on her hands and swirled her hips. This way Brett had a front-row seat to where their bodies were coming together.
Brett loved seeing the way his dick slid in and out of her tight hole. It reminded him of his favorite picture that he took that night in his office. The one where Santana was splayed out naked on his desk while his dick continuously impaled her.
Brett reached forward and covered her clit with the pad of his thumb. He pressed and started rubbing tight circles. "Yess" Santana hissed, tossing her head back. Brett matched the rhythm of her hips with his thumb. "I want you to cum again Tana" Brett exclaimed. "Harder then" Santana whispered but she heard him loud and clear. Brett pressed harder and rubbed faster. Santana rotated between swirling her hips and bouncing up and down on Brett's dick. He felt that familiar flutter. Brett knew that once Santana orgasmed it was usually pretty easy to get her over the edge again because she was so sensitive. A few moments later his beautiful girlfriend fell apart yet again.
She leaned back forward, her entire body glistened with sweat. She looked like a tan goddess. "I love the way you look when you cum" Brett pointed out. "Is that why you make me cum so much?" Santana asked. " Absolutely," he said with a smug grin. Santana leaned over and grabbed the headboard as leverage. She began to ride him hard, trying to get him close. Brett leaned up and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He couldn't help it especially since they were just right there above him, just begging to be sucked on. He swirled his tongue around and played with her nipples with his teeth. The pressure in his balls was really starting to build. Brett let go of her nipple with a pop and fell back against the pillow. "Fuck Santana" he groaned clutching her hip.
Santana felt Brett's hips start to move in a jerked fashion. She's had sex with Brett enough to know when he was going to cum, hopefully, he doesn't get too suspicious by her next action. Santana pulled herself off of Brett and settled between his legs. Before he could even question her, Brett watched her mouth envelope the tip of his penis. He moaned when he felt her skilled tongue swirl around the head. Brett reached down and held her hair back so he could see her work. Santana made eye contact with him and slowly licked up the under part of the shaft. Taking the head of the dick slowly again. When Santana just lightly tickled his balls Brett knew it was all over. He tossed his head back with a loud grunt as he came into her mouth. She drank it all up like it was her final meal. After the last drop, she sat back up on her knees and just stared at her boyfriend. Using her thumb, Santana slowly and seductively caught the drop of Brett's semen that was rolling down her chin. She caught it and placed her thumb in her mouth, loving the taste of him on her tongue. "God you are the sexiest woman alive" Brett admitted after watching everything that just occurred.
Santana giggled and climbed over, laying down next to him and cuddled up to the good side. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, especially since being away from him for so long. Santana threw her leg over Brett's left leg ultimately straddling it. She laid on her stomach with his good arm wrapped tightly around her and her arm lightly rubbing his abs, making sure not to hit any of the burnt skin. Santana just looked up at him, relieved to be back in his arms at home and not in a hospital. Brett lifted his burned arm up, he tucked the hair that was sticking to her face from the sweat back behind her ear.
"I never got to ask you," Brett said, Santana just rose her eyebrows indicating to him to keep talking. "How did you guys even find me?" he asked. "No one would tell us anything. We were all making calls, I went down to Kennedy's office with Puck, Aaron and Quinn would be up late trying to figure out who to call next, it was so hard. Then one of your soldiers who were on the mission with you told us everything that happened. I know he wasn't supposed to tell use but he disclosed the location of where your helicopter crashed. From there they were able to decipher what military hospitals you would have been sent to because we knew you had to have been injured. Aaron was the one who figured out it was the hospital in Romania and we just all flew there, hoping that you were the John Doe they had in the ICU." Santana explained.
"Who was the soldier that came and met with you guys?" Brett asked. He didn't realize that one of his men broke the rules and told his family where the mission was. Brett isn't mad by any means, in fact, he wants to thank them because, without them, Brett would still either be in Romania or in prison while his family thought he was dead. "It was Sergeant Debrow" San replied. Brett smiled, "Tom, he is one of my favorite guys to be deployed with. He is a great soldier" Brett exclaimed. "He talked very highly of you and is the only reason we knew where to find you" Santana explained. "I have to call him, he deserves to know that I am okay," He said. "I think he would really like that," San said with a smile.
Brett let out a large yawn making Santana laugh. "I think it's time for bed, tomorrow is going to be a long day," San said. Brett looked perplexed, "Why what's tomorrow?" he asked. "Aaron set you up with Dr. Micheals tomorrow," Santana said. Brett groaned and just laid his head back on the pillow so he was not looking at her anymore. Santana frowned, "What is with the groan?" she asked. Brett stayed silent. Santana placed a kiss on his chest, "tell me what you are thinking baby" she said in a caring but persistent way.
"I just want to enjoy being home for a second. Is that too much to ask?" Brett spat back. Santana hoped that the attitude was the TBI talking, not her boyfriend. Santana slowly traced her finger up his chest to the scruff of his beard. "Please look at me" she begged. Brett took a deep breath and looked down at her. "I am so happy you are home and I want you to enjoy it. But you heard Major Thompson and Nurse Nina. Therapy is going to be instrumental for your recovery, not just physical but also mental. And you said it yourself, the sessions you were having with Dr. Michaels before and during deployment were helping. Aaron called him and updated him on everything so you don't need to worry about explaining what happened. He cleared his entire schedule for tomorrow and you can stay for as long as you want" Santana explained.
"I don't want to do" Brett quickly said. "I know you don't but I want you to go," she said hoping to use his love for her as an advantage. Brett looked at her baby face and just melted. "Fine, I will go but only for you," he said softly like he wanted to lash out but his love for her was stopping him. Santana rubbed her thumb through the coarseness of his stubble that she loved, "thank you" she whispered. He turned and kissed the palm of her hand, "I don't know what I would do without you" Brett admitted. "Well I hope we never have to find out" she exclaimed. "Now it's time for bed because even though I took a nap, I am still exhausted and I bet you did not nap at all," San said.
Brett laughed, "you know me so well," he said. Brett grabbed his comforter and pulled it over them. He did not want Santana going anywhere, so he wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close. Santana laid her head on his chest and listened closely to his heartbeat, he was alive and he was home, that is all that matters.
Meow, Meowwwww! Lord Tubbington screeched and jumped on the bed from the chair. "I am naked, do not let that cat near us" Santana threatened but with a smile on her face. Brett laughed when Lord T marched his way up the bed and plopped himself on the other side of Brett. He managed to squeeze himself between Brett's body right where Santana's arm was wrapped around his waist and Brett's burnt arm. "At least he waited till after we had sex" he pointed out. Brett embraced it and placed his hand on his furry friend petting him as Lord T was purring loudly. "I am naked with your cat touching me" Santana pointed out. "This is absolutely great," he said smiling and closing his eyes. Santana didn't say it out loud but she thought so too and closed her eyes.
*I forgot to mention this last chapter but this story finally surpassed 300,000 words! I literally can't believe it. Thank you so much to everyone who reads this story and especially to those who have been here since the very beginning 2 years ago! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please comment, and let me know what you think is going to happen! Until next time!*