*Very R Rated chapter! This is your warning, if you do not like it then do not read it. If you want to read then enjoy!*
For Santana, as the days went by she realized that Brett's deployment date is getting closer and closer. It has been harder and harder to keep food down. She has been getting physically sick just thinking about him leaving. Even sitting here at her desk trying to work does not even seem plausible.
One part of her gets sad thinking about Brett leaving while another part of her can't wait to get out of work. Tonight is the night she is putting her sexy plan into play. Everything has been meticulously planned. Quinn has already left their apartment to stay with Puck. Santana has her change of clothes here at the office. Everything is perfect and Brett has no idea what is coming.
Santana waited at her office till she was sure everyone was gone. There was no way in hell she wanted anyone to catch her getting all dolled up for Brett, in fact, Brett would be pissed if anyone saw what she was planning. She went into her private bathroom and got changed, securing the black trench coat around her waist. Also using her emergency curler to make sure her hair had just the right amount of bounce. She was going to put on red lipstick but didn't want to get it all over Brett. So Santana settled on a nice nude lipstick.
Once everything was done she made her way over to the gym. The place was closed but Carrie saw her and quickly let her in. "I am so sorry I am late, I had to wait for everyone to leave, and Sugar took forever" Santana explained. "Don't worry about it, I distracted Brett to make sure he didn't leave," Carrie said, smirking. "How did you get him to stay this late?" Santana asked. "Easy, I asked him to log all of the memberships into one grid. Then asked him for the report that he already gave me. So currently he is looking through the files trying to find it when I already have it." Carrie explained. "Absolute genius, thank you so much, Carrie. How can I make it up to you?" She asked. "Just make sure you lock up, have fun San" Carrie said winking before she left the gym. Santana quickly locked the door before making her way back to Brett's office.
She opened the door slowly. Brett's back was to her while he was looking through the file cabinets behind him. She slowly closed the door behind him. Brett still didn't turn around to face her. "Carrie I am looking absolutely everywhere and I have no idea where that paper went" Brett said. He heard her come in but thinks she is Carrie. Santana hung her purse on the hook behind the door before deciding to finally speak. "It isn't Carrie," she said. Brett still didn't turn around still. "Oh hey Tana, I should be done soon then we can head to your place" He said. "I am sorry Master Sergeant Pierce, but we are not going anywhere any time soon" Santana said. The sexy raspiness of her voice stopped all Brett's movements.
Brett closed the file cabinet slowly and spun his chair around to face her. Once he saw her, Brett let his eyes scan down her body. Starting at her perfectly curled hair, down the black trench coat, and stopping at her red heels before going back to her face. "What is this babe?" Brett asked, smirking. "First off, it's ADA Lopez or Miss. Lopez to you" Santana said. Brett's eyes widened a bit, very shocked. "Second, I remembered something about you Sir," She said, walking closer to Brett. He leaned back crossing his arms over his chest, Hearing her call him Sir lit a fire in him. "What did you remember, ADA. Lopez" Brett asked?
Santana's heels clicked against the hard wood as she rounded his desk to stand next to him. "I remembered that someone had a fantasy of fucking me on a Judge's bench and that very someone has a birthday coming up," Santana said, biting her bottom lip waiting to see what Brett does. "I seem to remember staying that to my girlfriend," Brett said, playing along. "Well there is no way into a courthouse and the only person here is me, so I guess we will need to improvise. What do you say?" Santana asked. Brett stood up, towering over Santana even in her heels. "You want me to cheat on my girlfriend?" Brett asked. Santana fluttered her eyelashes and nodded. Her hand slid across the oak desk.
"You are completely in charge," Santana said. Her hand slid up his arm, giving her the leverage to lean on her tippy toes. Santana lightly bit on his ear lobe before letting it go, "Whatever you want…. Sir" she whispered. Slowly planting her feet back on the ground.
Brett was way too turned on to question any of this. He turned and swiped his forearm across his desk, sending all the papers and clutter to the ground with a loud BANG. He will deal with that later. "Get on the desk" Brett commanded. Santana was used to Brett being all-loving and caring, this new side of him was making her soaking wet. "I do not want to ask you again Miss. Lopez, Get..On...The..Desk." Brett said. She placed her hands on the desk, using it to lift her ass up and onto the oak surface. Brett's hands moved to his pants. He undid the button and went for the zipper. Santana reached out to help him but he grabbed her hand. "I don't recall telling you I needed help," he said. Santana's crossed legs were pushed harder together, anything to apply pressure to the place she needs it most. Santana pulled her hands back and clasped them on her lap. Brett finished with his pants and dropped them to the ground. His boxers followed immediately after, unleashing his semi-erect cock.
Santana licked her lips unknowingly. Brett took a seat in front of her on his office chair. He reached forward, grabbing her ankles and uncrossing her legs. He abruptly pulled on her legs. This pulled Santana to the edge of the desk and caused Brett's chair to roll closer to her. He placed each of her heel clade feet on either side of him on the armrests of the chair. Brett rubbed up and down her legs a few times. He then leaned back against the chair, both his elbows on her feet; holding them there. One of his hands caressed her calf while his other hand rubbed his shaft. "Take off the coat," Brett said. Santana untied the coat and pushed it off her shoulders.
"Completely naked. You are so bad, Miss. Lopez" Brett said. He kept her legs wide open so he could see her freshly waxed core. Santana has never felt more exposed than she does right now and it is a complete turn-on. "What do you want me to do, I could suck you off Master Sergeant," San said with a smirk. Brett just shook his head slowly, "then what can I do for you?" She asked. "I want you to touch yourself," Brett said, barely above a whisper. Santana thought she heard him but this was about him so he couldn't have said that. "What was that?" she asked again. Brett pinched her calf, "I want you to touch yourself" he said louder. Yup, that was what Santana heard.
"But this is about you," Santana said, confused. "You are right and I am telling you, Miss. Lopez, I want to see how you are going to get yourself off when I am gone." Brett explained. Hearing him say that he is leaving makes her sad again and Brett could immediately tell. "Show me how you make yourself cum baby" Brett purred. Santana loved hearing him call her baby. Right now is not the time to be sad, right now is all about sexy time with Brett.
Keeping eye contact with him, Santana picked up her hand and placed it on her breast. She kneaded it slowly, matching the speed of Brett's hand on himself. "I always start here," Santana moaned. Taking time to play with her nipples. "Me too" Brett mumbled, making Sanatana smile, "I don't think your girlfriend would like hearing that," she said. Brett smirked and winked at her which sent more heat down to her core.
Santana slid her hand slowly down her taut abdomen. Running her hands over her thighs and then back up over the other thigh. Brett watched her hand intently, not wanting to miss a thing.
She finally ran her fingers through her core, making herself moan; she was soaking wet. Santana ran her finger through a few times, gathering all the moisture she could before making her way to her clit. Santana, just like she would if she was alone, pressed tight circles over her clit. Brett grew harder and harder with every stroke. His girlfriend was the sexiest woman he has ever seen.
"Miss. Lopez, you can go faster" Brett teased. He could tell that she was getting herself all hot and bothered already. Santana stared at him with lustful eyes as she quickened her pace. God, in all the times she has rubbed herself off, she has never gotten this close this fast. Santana needed more and Brett didn't need to tell her. She ran her fingers between her lips until she got to her hole. San ran her fingertips around it a few times before finally inserting one finger inside. God, she never realized just how tight she really was. No wonder Brett always lost himself inside her. Santana couldn't help but groan out loud, making Brett groan as well. The precum leaked from the top of his dick, Brett used it as more lubricant on himself.
Santana pumped out her finger, letting the palm of her hand bump her clit, over and over and over. "Another finger" Brett demanded. Santana quickly obliged and slid in another. Her fingers are doing wonders for her. They are not reaching as far as Brett's dick does but his eyes on her are completing that gap. "Brett" she moaned, throwing her head back.
Santana felt him grab her hand completely stopping her fingers. Her head snapped back up quickly to look at him. "What the hell?" she asked, what the hell was he stopping her. "That isn't my name," Brett said. "What is my name, Miss. Lopez?" Brett asked. Santana tried to close her legs, anything to apply pressure to the place she really needs it. Brett abandoned his cock to keep her legs wide open. "No, tell me what my name is," He asked again. "Master…. Sergeant…. Pierce… Sir" San said out of breath. "Good girl," Brett said, letting go of her hand and leaning back again.
Santana immediately went back to work. Her hand moved fast, applying as much pressure as she could to her clit. Brett watched. He looked from her red heels on either side of him, up her gorgeous caramel legs. Taking in the entire image in front of him. His beautiful girlfriend was naked and exposed on his desk, touching herself. He knew that he needed to capture the moment. Brett grabbed his iPhone from the ground since he knocked it off the desk earlier. Santana didn't even notice how he started taking pictures of her but he had no choice, this was something he needed to look back on.
Brett tossed the phone next to Santana on the desk, that way it was in easy reach. He could tell that Santana was so close because her legs slowly started to shake. "Stop" Brett demanded. Santana didn't stop, her hand kept the same pace maybe even started going faster trying to get to the end point. "Miss Lopez, you better stop or I will make sure you do not cum at all today" Brett threatened. Santana didn't want to stop but when Brett made that threat she believed him. She slowed her movements until her hand came to a complete stop but she didn't pull her fingers out. "Please Sir, please" Santana begged.
Brett stood up from his seat, Her heels still on the arm rails of the chair, trapping him between her legs. Brett watched her bare chest rise and fall, sweat rolled slowly down her naked body. Brett pulled his t-shirt off his body matching Santana's nakedness. For the first time since she got undressed, Brett reached his hand out and caressed her face. Santana couldn't help but lean her head into his touch.
Brett let his hand linger down her body. Santana tried to move her fingers inside of her. She was so fucking close and needed to get there now. Brett grabbed her hand, stilling her movements for the third time. "Miss. Lopez, I told you to stop," Brett said. "I know… I know but I need to, please" Santana asked. Brett pulled her fingers out of her, Santana whimpered. He pulled her hand up and popped her fingers into his mouth. Brett needed to taste her since it is the best taste on earth. Santana watched his skilled mouth take every drop of her juice off fingers, this just made her wish that his mouth was on her cunt.
Brett moved forward, making sure his stiff cock bumped her clit. "Sir please" Santana begged again. "You want me inside you?" Brett asked. He pushed his cock just inside her but stopped. "Yes please," She said, out of breath. "I will but on one condition," Brett said, not putting his dick in any further. "Anything Sir, anything," She said. Her heels pressed against his ass trying to push his cock in deeper but Brett stood still, not moving an inch. "You can't cum until I tell you to," Brett said with a smirk. Santana didn't want to agree to that because she was so close already and she knew that Brett was going to torture her. But this was about Brett, not her. "Fine, fine anything you want just get inside me" Santana begged.
Brett could feel her heels digging into his ass and he loved the pain. He grabbed her hips and pulled her body toward him, successfully impaling her with his dick. Santana moaned loudly, feeling Brett finally hit that spot deep within her. Santana already begged him and he wasn't going to make her wait anymore. Brett held her tight, planting her body firmly on the desk so he could go to town. Brett hammered into her fast and quick. Santana reached her arms out to either side, grabbing the edge of the desk; her knuckles turning white.
Santana's panting was loud, echoing throughout the room. Brett watched her tits bounce as her mouth hung open. "What do you want, Miss. Lopez?" Brett asked, not slowing down a bit. "I want to cum!" Santana yelled out. He could feel her squeezing around him, she was so close. Brett slowed his movement down tremendously to the point he was barely moving. "No no no" She whimpered. "Do not cum Santana Lopez" Brett commanded, saying her full name to show her he means business. Santana's eyes were clamped shut, she couldn't look at him. She was trying so hard not to cum so she just nodded to tell him that she heard him.
Brett moved in long slow strokes. Santana was doing everything in her power not to lose it, going as far as to try to think of something else. But with your sexy boyfriend fucking her, that lasted about 2 seconds. Santana let go of the desk and ran her hands down her body to where Brett clung to her hips. She grabbed his forearms and dug her nails into him. Santana wanted him to know just how torturous this is for her but she fucking loved it at the same time.
Brett leaned down, kissed up her chest to her ear. "Miss. Lopez" He said into her ear. Santana moaned out to let him know she heard him. "I am going to stuff you full of my cum and you are going to take it without cumming" Brett whispered. Santana groaned knowing that this was going to be the ultimate test. Every time she feels him erupt inside her, feeling the warmth from the inside out; it always makes her cum again. Brett felt his balls start to tighten, he knew that he was on the edge. "Do...not...cum. If you do, I will torture you even worse" Brett threatened.
Brett couldn't hold on any longer since he could feel Santana's cunt fluttering around him. He erupted inside of her. Pressing his chest against hers, he emptied his load deep inside her. Santana wanted to cum with him so badly but she didn't want him to punish her. So she focused on the warmth instead of the fire that is threatening to ignite. Once Brett was sure that he was empty he stilled his movements and just laid against his girlfriend. Santana wanted him to move so bad but he didn't. After a second of Brett trying to get his breath, he peeled himself off her equally sweaty body.
Brett pulled his dick from her warmth and sat back down in his chair. He held her legs open so he could watch his cum trickle out of her. Her cunt was pulsating, wanting to cum so badly. Brett took this opportunity to take a few more pictures of her. Let's face it, he needed something to jack off too when he is away. And the only person he wants to jack off to is right in front of him.
"Miss Lopez," Brett said, getting her attention. "Yes sir," she said. "Sit up and look at me" Brett demanded. Santana slowly and shakily sat up on the desk. This pushed more of the cum out of her tight hole and Brett absolutely loved the sight. Santana looked at him in full eye contact, god she loved this man. "You want to cum right baby?" Brett asked. "Yes Sir, that is all I want" Santana expressed. Brett leaned back, "Then you need to get down here and get me hard again" He explained. Santana smirked and slid off the desk. She sunk down on her knees in front of him and got to work.
She was hoping that the quicker she got in hard then the quicker she got to cum. Santana moaned around his dick once she got it in her mouth. She could taste herself and him, mixed together. Which was the best taste in her opinion. Brett watched her skillful mouth work. He has had plenty of blow jobs in his life but Santana gave the best hands down. The way her tongue swirled around the head and down the body of the shaft. She always makes sure to give attention to every inch of skin, all while her hand gives attention to his balls. Brett groaned and gathered her hair out of her face. Santana loved this about Brett. Most guys don't like to make noises during sexual moments but Brett doesn't give a shit. He wants Santana to know what she does to him.
Brett saw this as another moment to capture. "Look up here," Brett said. Santana kept working her mouth but her eyes wandered up toward his face. She saw his camera and smirked. Brett took many photos of her going to town. Making sure to get her tits and everything in the shot. Brett let go of her hair letting it fall and frame her face. She pulled her mouth from his dick and smiled. Brett took a few more shots, she was so sexy. Santana slowly ran her tongue from the base of the underside of his cock along the vein to the head. All while Brett continued to take pictures. Her eyes never leaving his.
Brett threw his phone on the desk and pulled her head from his dick. "Stand up Miss. Lopez" Brett demanded. Santana stood up, her legs were wobbly from the need to orgasm. Brett's hands were tight on her waist. Brett's eyes pointed to his hard dick, "get on" he said. Santana, still in her red heels, placed a knee on each side of Brett's waist. He supported her as he got on top of him, sharing the chair. Brett guided his cock to her entrance. Before he could even say anything Santana sank down around him. He couldn't help but smirk, she was so desperate.
Santana rode him hard and fast, chasing her orgasm. Santana's cunt tightened so hard around Brett that it was getting harder and harder to move. Brett swore he has never felt anything tighter in his life. "Oh god, por favor" Santana moaned. Brett's lips connected to her nipples. Biting and nipping them. Santana knew she was not going to last much longer. He pulled his lips from her chest and leaned back. He wanted to watch this.
Brett's hands were still around her tiny waist. Since his hands were so big, he could reach his thumb down to press on her clit. Brett rubbed the pad of his thumb hard against her nerve. She was so tight and trembling. "Do not forget our deal Miss. Lopez" Brett reminded her. Santana nodded and kept moving. This entire thing was for Brett. Santana wanted to rock his world, so she didn't expect it to go this way at all. From the beginning when she was planning this, it was not about her. But now it felt like it was about her.
Brett on the other hand wanted this more than anything. For him, he just wants to please Santana so this is absolutely perfect. Brett had no idea that this was going to happen when Santana walked in but he wouldn't change a thing.
Santana's cunt was as tight as it could be. Brett's thumb continued its movements adding to Santana's pending orgasm. She knew at any moment that she was going to erupt especially since Brett wouldn't let her cum once. Santana usually would have cummed at least once by now so she knew it was going to be big.
"Please can I cum? Please Sir" Santana begged. Brett supported his girlfriend on top of him. How could he say no again? Here she was sweating and naked on top of him, so close to letting everything go. She even followed his direction by asking him and calling him Sir. Brett couldn't make her wait anymore.
"Cum, Miss. Lopez, you earned it. Let yourself go and fall apart on my dick. CUM….RIGHT….NOW" Brett commanded. Santana did just that and lost it. Cum squirted out landing all over his tight abs. She yelled out and trembled in Brett's laps as her intense orgasm continued. Her cum flooded around Brett and squirted all over him. Watching this pushed Brett over the edge as he came inside her once again. Somehow this triggered yet another orgasm out of Santana or extended the first one. She has no idea, all San knows is that she can't feel her body and the cum is flowing out of her. It's all over Brett's chest, abdomen and lap. Santana continued to shake as aftershocks of her orgasm continued to roll through for a few more minutes. Santana didn't know what happens when you prolong an orgasm but now she goes.
Santana slumped against Brett's chest, his dick still inside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed her back slowly. Santana was trying to get ahold of her breathing as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her face was pressed into his neck. "Are you okay baby?" Brett asked, hugging her as close as he could. Santana could only nod. A few minutes passed before she could even speak a word.
"I've never done that" Santana revealed. "You've never done what?" he asked. "You name it, role played, had sex on a desk….squirted" Santana explained with a giggle. She finally pulled back to look at Brett. "I have to say that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced" Brett expressed. "Ditto" she nodded. Santana ran her finger through the cum that covered his chest. She then held her finger in front of him. Brett lunged forward, swirling his tongue around her finger. Santana laughed and pulled her finger out of his mouth. Brett lunged forward again but captured her lips this time. Santana was way too sensitive to go another round so she pulled away. "I can't believe you did all this. How long were you planning this?" Brett asked.
Santana shrugged her shoulders, "A few days. Got the idea from Kurt during girl's night" she explained. "Remind me to thank him" Brett laughed. "This was great, now I have some hot pictures of you" Brett smirked. "I am pretty hot giving a blow job," San said nonchalantly. "I took more pictures than that" He admitted. "Omg let me see," She said. Brett held her tighter so he could lean forward and grab his phone, "see for yourself" he said, giving her the phone. Santana unlocked in and went straight to the photo album. She saw the ones from when she was blowing him, then she got to the ones she didn't remember. There were multiple photos of her laid out on his desk as he pounded into her. Then of her sitting on the desk with her legs wide open masturbating.
Brett realized he probably shouldn't have done that without her permission. Then he remembered how Sebastian used her own pictures against her and Brett was waiting for her to be pissed. "Tana, I am sorry, '' Brett said quietly. Santana looked up from the phone at her boyfriend. "I shouldn't have taken those pictures of you without your permission. I was just completely caught up in the moment and wanted to remember it." Brett explained. She just looked at him, he couldn't gauge her reaction. "I would never do anything with them like Sebastian. You can delete them" he said.
Santana smiled, how the hell did she get so lucky. She dropped the phone on the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I am not deleting them. They are fucking hot and I want you to have them to remember my birthday present to you. The fact that you even gave me the option to delete them shows me how much of a gentleman you are. I love you" Santana said. Brett held her, "I love you too Tana" He whispered. "You better not let anyone see those, they are for your eyes only" She smirked. "Oh trust me, I will never let anyone see them," Brett promised. He would kill someone before they saw Santana even semi-naked let alone laid out in all her naked glory.
They just laid there for a while cuddled up together, the silence in the room was calming. At least it was until Santana started hysterically laughing. "What the hell are you laughing at?" Brett asked, looking down at his girlfriend. She picked her head up so she could look at him better. This just made her laugh harder. Brett had no idea what was funny but her laugh is contagious. Which made Brett start laughing. There they are both naked and on top of each other laughing their asses off.
"Why are you laughing?" San asked through her giggles. "I am laughing at you, why are you laughing?" Brett asked, his laughter slowing down. "I didn't really think this through," she said, wiping the happy tears that fell from her eyes. "What do you mean?" Brett asked. "I left all my clothes at work. I am covered in cum and I don't even have underwear to stop it from coming out of me. How the hell am I supposed to get home?" San asked. Brett looked down between them at this predicament and burst out laughing again.
"I am serious, your cum is going to roll down my legs while we walk," Santana said. "Trust me I don't want that either. I want to keep it all inside you, so you can feel it for the rest of the night" Brett said. Santana slapped his shoulder, "You are so dirty" she said. "That is a lot coming from you Miss. Lopez'' Brett replied, smirking. Santana blushed and shielded her face from him. "Don't get shy on me now, especially after all of that" Brett said, tickling her sides. Santana squirmed, trying to get away from his tickling fingers. In doing so, Santana could feel Brett's dick shift inside her. "Stop please, your dick is moving and I am way too fucking sensitive for that" San said, grabbing his hands. "Fine fine, a part of me wants to see how long it would take me to get you to cum again" Brett suggested, eyeing her with a smirk. "Trust me, it wouldn't take long at all. I don't think I could handle it." She said laughing.
Brett laughed, "I am starving and I know you won't let me eat you so let's go get food" he suggested. "I do not have clothes" San reiterated. "I know you don't let's just grab a pizza and eat it naked at your apartment," Brett said. Santana pretended to think about it. "Come on, naked and pizza, what could be better?" he said with a cheeky grin. Santana couldn't agree more. "Let's do it," she said.
Santana peeled herself off of Brett, right when his dick came out of her she missed it like usual. "God, you are you fucking sexy," Brett said, just watching her stand up. "I know I am now come on," Santana replied, pulling him up. Brett threw Santana a towel. They both started attempting to clean themselves up. Brett pulled his shirt back on while San covered herself with the black trench coat. "Come here babe," Brett said. Santana walked over to him. Brett undid the trench coat to expose her again. "B I really can't do another round," San said, holding his wrists. "Don't worry, we aren't going again. I have an extra pair of boxers, here step in" Brett said, holding them open. Santana stepped each heel into the opens, and Brett pulled them up to her waist. He grabbed a rubber band and secured them to her waist. "I have to say you look adorable," Brett said, looking at her in just boxers and heels. Santana just smirked and pulled the trench coat tight, shielding her body.
Brett finished getting dressed and they both walked out together toward San's apartment. "I am so sticky," Santana said. She could feel herself sticking to the coat. "Me too, someone got it all over me," Brett said, squeezing her hand. Santana cuddled closer to him, "Shut up, you shouldn't have made me wait so long" San countered. "I am so glad I made you wait. What do you say about taking a hot bath together?" He asked. Santana let her head fall onto his shoulder, "I love that idea" she expressed.
The two picked up a pizza from their local parlor just a block from the apartment. Santana waited outside since she still kinda felt like a stripper and didn't want the pizza guys to gawk over her, Brett was in full support of that idea. They made their way to Santana's apartment, walking into the living room. Brett put down the pizza on the dining room table and looked over at the living room.
Santana looked over at Brett. He was just standing there staring off into the abscess. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt him jump at her touch, he really was out of it. "What are you looking at?" she asked. "You know we met right here," Brett said quietly. Santana let go of him and walked around so she could look at him. "We met right here. I would have never guessed that this spot was going to change my life forever" he said. "Change it in a good way?" San asked, already kinda knowing the answer. "Changed it in a great way," Brett said, smiling down at her. He leaned over and pecked her lips. He slowly undid the coat, Santana let it fall to the ground. Brett leaned over and picked her up swiftly bridal style, Santana squealed. "Let's go take a bath," Brett said, walking toward the bathroom.
"You're right, you are so sticky," Santana said. Brett laughed, "yeah that is your fault," he said, placing her back on the ground. Brett filled up the tub and stripped down naked. Santana didn't need to do much since she was only in his boxers. Brett stepped in first and helped Santana in after. She leaned back against his chest and placed her hand on his hands that covered her abdomen.
"You know I've seen us in this exact arrangement before," Brett said, it was almost like he was thinking out loud. "Well I hope so, we've done this once or twice," San said laughing. Brett chuckled, "I know we have but that is not what I meant" he explained. Santana's fingers danced over his hands that were clutching her.
"I had a dream," Brett said. "B, I really don't want to ruin this day with one of your nightmares," Santana quickly said. Brett's nightmares are always so sad and emotional. Right now was not the time to have a moment like that. He always gets so upset talking about them which then carries over to Santana and makes her upset. "I didn't say nightmare, I said I had a dream," he said. "I am guessing it is a good dream since it involves us in a bathtub," Santana laughed. Brett laughed into her neck before placing a small kiss. He pulled his head from her neck.
"I had it a few days ago. It was weird because I had this dream and at first I thought it was just a coincidence. But then the next night I had the same dream again. It was just so weird" Brett said. This sparked Santana's interest, "What was the dream?" she asked. Santana laid her head back against his chiseled chest. "We were in the tub together, sitting just like this except it wasn't this bathtub. It was another one, one that I have never seen before. There were so many bubbles and candles surrounding us. You were just as beautiful as you are now. Your hair up in a bun on top of your head because you don't want your hair wet" Brett explained. Santana giggled since that sounded just like her. "My hands were exactly where they are now except you were pregnant. You had this big beautiful baby bump just poking out of the water," he said, Santana noticed that his hands cradled her abdomen.
"You have had multiple dreams where I was pregnant you know," Santana said. "I know which is so weird because I never thought I would have children" Brett exclaimed. "You want kids now?" she asked. "I only want your kids," Brett quickly said. "That is a big thing to say," San said. Brett smiled even though she wasn't looking at him. "I know and I mean it. You're my person, I can only imagine life after the military with you" He explained. Santana felt her heart flutter, she felt the exact same way. "I am glad that we are on the same page," she said.
"I would love to see you all big and pregnant," Brett laughed. "Ugh god, if I am anything like my mother I'll be huge," Santana said, thinking back to pictures of her mom. "You know what else?" Brett asked, with a cheeky grin. "Your boobs will be huge," he said, letting his hands linger on her breast. Brett covered them with his hands, "Of course you would somehow talk about my boobs" Santana laughed.
"I just have to, they are my second favorite part of your body" Brett admitted. "Second? What's your favorite?" she asked. "Your smile by far. It lights up the room" He said as if she should have known that. "I thought you were going to say my pussy," San laughed. "Trust me that is pretty great too but I am not an asshole." he laughed also. Sanatana would never think that even if he did say it. The two sat in the tub for a while with Santana wrapped up in Brett's embrace. They didn't need to talk, the silence and company were enough. Santana couldn't help but notice that Brett's hands migrated from her boobs back down to her abdomen. He was cradling it again.
Brett started getting hungrier and hungrier. He pressed a kiss into the crook of her neck before speaking, "Either I scoop you up and eat you out on the bathroom counter or we need to go eat that pizza." Brett propositioned. As much as Santana would love for his mouth to be on her center, she was still buzzing and way too sensitive to do that. "Let's go get that pizza then," she said. Brett groaned, hoping that she was going to pick the other one, "fine" he mumbled, making Santana giggle.
Santana stayed in the bathroom getting herself freshened up. Pulling her hair up and out of her face and pulling out her contacts replacing them with the glasses Brett loves. Santana pulled on one of Brett's big shirts and fresh panties before making her way out into the living room. Her mouth dropped. Brett was sitting on the couch completely naked eating pizza. Once he saw her he frowned. "Absolutely not, we are eating naked pizza. So take it all off or no pizza" Brett said.
Santana pressed her legs together, this was going to be a long night. She pulled her top up and over her head, discarding it on the floor with the panties. "Good, now you can have some," Brett said, pointing to her piece on the coffee table. Santana rolled her eyes and grabbed the pizza, taking a seat next to Brett. He immediately scooted over and pulled her legs over his. He also grabbed a blanket and draped it over them since he saw that Santana had goosebumps.
"I love you," Brett said randomly. Santana turned and looked at him. "I love you too but is something wrong?" she asked. Brett shook his head, "no I just want to make sure you know and that as much as I loved what happened tonight, you mean so much more to me than sex" he admitted. Never once did Santana feel like that. She reached out and caressed his face, "I know" San whispered. She ran her thumb over his lips before leaning in and giving him a sweet kiss that lingered just because she liked the way he felt pressed against her. Once the pizza was finished and her vagina stopped buzzing, the two continued their night. They did need to make up for all the sex they were going to miss out on while he was away.
*I hope you guys liked the chapter! I felt like they needed to be a little more adventurous compared to their lovey-doveiness. The next chapter will be posted on 9/20 to celebrate this story's one year! Please comment!*
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