When Santana returns to the loft awhile later, she finds that Brittany has been busy at work on her own task. The books and magazines that are usually spread out on every surface have been shelved, the additional love seat and other arm chairs have been moved adjacent to the main couch, and the dining table and kitchen countertops are all clutter-free. Brittany even tidied up her tinkering station by actually utilizing the work bench storage and cabinet which is a sight Santana never thought she'd see!
"Woah," Santana breathes out as her eyes roam the common area.
Santana's impressed, she doesn't remember the place ever looking this neat.
"Hey San!" She hears Brittany call out, "You're back!"
Santana looks around and finds her leaning over the top level railing waving down at her. She has her hair tied up in a messy bun and she's wearing some tattered No Doubt t-shirt that's so baggy on her that you can barely see the pair of tight shorts beneath.
It's a whole look and Santana finds herself zoning in on those perfectly toned legs as Brittany comes down the stairs. She has the best legs, Santana thinks. She can remember a time when the blonde had spent the entire day being the biggest tease ever and Santana ended up riding out her release on Brittany's damn thigh.
Embarrassing, but so freaking hot and she would totally do it again.
"What'd you got there?" Brittany asks while crossing the room.
Santana's thoughts come screeching to a halt. She looks down at her hand and remembers the take away box she's holding.
"I stopped by that bakery you like," Santana says and goes to pop open the lid to show Brittany what she picked up.
"No way!" Brittany beams before looking down at the various pastries, "You went to Frankie's?"
Santana nods shyly, "I couldn't remember which was your favorite though so…"
"I don't pick favorites," Brittany grins and takes a moment before plucking up a donut hole, "Thanks San! You're the best."
"It's whatever," Santana shrugs and passes the box to Brittany.
She suddenly feels a little bashful about the whole thing for some reason. She wasn't really expecting Brittany to have this kind of a reaction. She drove by the place on her way back from Quinn's and decided to stop, it's not like she went out of her way or anything.
The way Brittany's looking at her now though makes her feel so fluttery and she can't decide if that's a good thing or not.
Brittany doesn't seem to notice her internal struggle as the donut hole bulges in her cheek. She looks to Santana with her smile growing, "You want one?"
"Oh no, they're for you."
"I can share," Brittany chuckles as she goes to the box and breaks off a piece of a brownie. She holds it in front of Santana's lips, "Taste this."
Santana sighs and lets her lips part to welcome the piece. It's rich and chocolatey but she gets momentarily distracted by the feel of Brittany's fingertip brushing against her bottom lip.
It's quick and accidental, but that doesn't help keep Santana's thoughts at bay. Memories of Brittany taking her arousal-soaked fingertips to Santana's mouth soon flood her senses. She remembers how Brittany would run them along Santana's lip, teasing her with the taste until Santana couldn't help herself any longer. She'd open up and use her tongue to clean them off, always making a point to never break eye contact. That might've been the hottest part of it all because she could just see the moment where Brittany would relinquish all control.
That's when it would be her turn to do the teasing.
"How do you like it?" Brittany asks looking hopeful.
Santana snaps back to reality and licks her lip, "It's good."
Brittany looks pleased with her answer and spins away, heading towards the kitchen with her box of goodies.
Santana cocks her head to the side as she watches those hips sway. God, she needs to get laid ASAP before she combusts! She forgot how hard it is to be around Brittany without constantly wanting to fuck her or be fucked by her.
Maybe she should take a cold shower or go to church?
"How'd your date go?" Brittany asks over her shoulder, pulling Santana from her thoughts once again.
Santana rolls her eyes and follows her to the kitchen, "Again, wasn't a date. I went to see Quinn, got her to join."
"Really?" Brittany looks surprised.
"It's conditional," Santana shrugs, "I didn't tell her everything."
"You think she'll do it? She's retired and all now…"
"I don't know why everyone thinks that's the end all be all," Santana waves off, "People come out of retirement all the time, especially when there's millions of dollars to be made."
"True," Brittany replies as she putters around the kitchen, "It'll be nice having her around. Haven't seen her in awhile."
"She hasn't changed a bit," Santana points out, "Should've seen her garage."
"I can only imagine," Brittany replies, "So that completes the team then, right?"
"Right," Santana smirks and takes a seat at the island counter, "We'll have a meeting on Monday with everyone."
"Good thing I cleaned up around here then!" Brittany chuckles.
Santana smiles back at her, "I don't think I've ever seen it this organized."
Brittany shrugs and goes to lean on the island counter, "Well, I figured everyone would come around at some point. I thought we might as well look a little professional."
"It looks really good, Britt," Santana replies while they both stare out at the common area.
Brittany ducks her head coyly at the compliment and turns away to round the counter, "I've still got a couple things to do. Might finally listen to you and move my bike into the garage so we have more room."
"Could just get rid of it altogether? It would save you the trouble," Santana teases, "I'll help."
Brittany rolls her eyes, "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
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They spend their entire Monday morning trying to figure out how to work the projector. It sort of came with the place considering it was a theater hall in a past life but the user manual was nowhere to be found, so they're just winging it.
Santana gave up about ten minutes in, but Brittany sits dutifully by and tinkers away. She was always better than Santana when it came to that sort of stuff anyway, so instead of getting in her way, Santana offers to go on a coffee run.
At least, that's what she tells Brittany when she sneaks off.
By the time she gets back, she finds Brittany sitting in the dark making shadow animals against the projector screen.
"You figured it out!" Santana cheers.
"Yeah, does this look like a dog to you?" Brittany asks when Santana gets the door closed.
Santana looks at the shapes being made and chuckles, "Kind of?"
Brittany laughs too and goes to flick on the lights, "Oh! This came while you were away, I forgot I ordered it." She gestures to this replica of a building floor plan sitting on the stage.
As Santana nears to get a better look, she takes note of the familiar pattern and her eyes widen, "Is this the Met layout?"
"Yup!"
"How the hell?" Santana breathes out as she admires the work, "Where'd you even get this from?"
"I know a guy," Brittany smirks as she rises from her seat to close the distance, "Like it?"
"Yeah, it's perfect! Thank you," Santana turns to find Brittany standing a little closer than she thought. She's got that same hopeful smile on that makes Santana's knees tremble. How Brittany can look both adorable and sexy as hell, she'll never know.
"You're welcome," Brittany says in return, "Figured you'd like it. Makes everything seem more official, you know?"
Santana just nods, kind of swept up in the slight bashfulness in Brittany's tone. She kind of just wants to maybe kiss her but she knows she can't do that, because if she does…she doubt she'll be able to stop.
Instead, she lifts the cup she's holding between them and says, "Here's your coffee."
"Awesome. Thanks San," Brittany grins and swipes the cup before she walks back over to her laptop set up. She plops down on the couch with this determined look on her face, "I think we'll be ready to go soon. Just have to do some finishing touches on the slideshow."
Santana saunters over to join her. She has to get herself under control soon and regain the upper hand and she knows exactly how to do that.
"Anything I can do?" She asks as she goes to take a seat next to the blonde. Her thigh brushes against Brittany's as she goes to cross her legs.
Was the move intentional? Maybe.
She's kind of caught between a rock and a hard place because Santana's will power to hold out is really starting to falter but for some odd reason, she can't really remember why she has taken the no-sex stance in the first place. All she knows is that the teasing is where she feels the most comfortable. It's safe in an ironic way, but something's gotta give at some point.
Brittany glances at the movement, noticing how Santana's tight dress hikes up a little, and smirks, "Nope. You just keep sitting there looking hot. It's all the motivation I need."
Santana just lets out a raspy chuckle and rests back against the couch to watch Brittany work. This is what Santana's use to, the teasing and the jokes, no need to blur the lines with feelings she knows won't be reciprocated.
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A couple hours later, their team starts to file in. Everyone's looking around the place in awe while Brittany and Santana watch knowingly. The vaulted ceilings and ornate detailing in the crown molding has long lost it's effect on them but it's kind of funny to see everyone else look so starstruck in such a beautiful building. They take some time getting the introductions out of the way and make a little small talk with one another.
"Alright, come on. Let's get this started," Santana gestures for everyone to have a seat as she takes center stage. Not literally, because that's dramatic. Brittany moves closer with her laptop, ready for Santana's cue to click through the slideshow.
Once everyone is seated, Santana welcomes them with a charming smile and a wave.
"Thank you all for joining us today," She says to the group, "You've all heard just a little snippet of why you're here when we met with everyone individual, so I'll just cut right to the chase first. There's 16.5 million dollars in it for each of you five weeks from now if you decide to participate in our little hypothetical scenario."
Members of the group gasp and exchange surprised looks with each other.
"It's not so little," Brittany clarifies with a smirk.
Santana returns it, "And it's not so hypothetical." She turns back to the group, "This isn't for the faint of heart. It's going to take a ton of work and the utmost level of skill, which is why each of you have been handpicked for a particular set of jobs."
"What's the job?" Sugar asks impatiently with the pop of her chewing gum.
"I'm getting there. We're all familiar with the Met Gala, right? Most exclusive party in America?" Santana asks and watches as everyone nods, "Good. Well, in three and a half weeks the Met will be hosting the annual ball celebrating this new exhibit and we're going to rob it."
"Wait, what?" Someone asks, Santana isn't sure who, but their faces all say the same thing.
What the hell, are you crazy?
"Hear me out," Santana adds with a smile, "We're not going after the ball itself. We're going after a very important set of diamonds that will be attending the ball on the neck of one Rachel Berry."
Brittany clicks and an image of the necklace is displayed next to a picture of their intended target. Of course, Brittany picks the most obnoxious looking photo of the star. She has to stifle her giggle when she sees those crazy eyes on the big screen looking back at them.
Tina looks up in awe though, eyes focused on the diamonds in the other picture, "Is that the Toussaint?"
"Sure is," Santana answers. Proud, but not surprised that the jeweler of the group recognized the necklace.
"How the hell are you going to get close enough to steal that?" Quinn asks.
"I've got my ways, trust. Emma's going to dress her," Santana replies simply and waves to the designer in the group who bows her head at the acknowledgement, "We've already got that organized thanks to a couple well-timed photos."
"That was you?" Sugar looks impressed.
"That was Brittany," Santana clarifies and gestures to the blonde who flashes a wide grin.
"It was nothing," She says with a playful hair flip.
Santana shakes her head at the move and goes back to being serious, "So with Rachel unconsciously on board, we can use her star power to get the necklace out of the Cartier vault. Once it's out, everything else will fall into place. We get the necklace out of the vault, infiltrate the Met Gala, do a little game of who's who and then we'll be rich. We're already making great time with hacking the Met security system. Thanks to Mercedes."
Mercedes lifts her shoulder casually, "It's what I do."
Santana nods, "Exactly. You're all the best of the best in your fields. Everyone here has a role to play in order for this thing to go off without a hitch."
"And if we get caught?" Quinn asks with her eyes narrowed on Santana. The others look to her and nod along, also wondering the same.
Santana fills with annoyance because Quinn just had to ask that particular question in front of everyone, didn't she? She couldn't wait until it was just them?
She contemplates going all Lima Heights and taking a walk down memory lane by slapping the crap out of her, but it wouldn't be very professional. Plus, she wouldn't want to scare off the newbies with her and Quinn's unique way of communicating with each other.
She's at a loss for words, too caught up in trying to calm herself down.
Unbeknownst to her, Brittany eyes her curiously, trying to read between the lines until she finally gets it. She catches Santana's eye and returns an encouraging smile as she stands.
"We won't," Brittany says confidently as she walks over to Santana, "So long as everyone does their job correctly, it's not something we need to worry about. We're professionals."
Quinn quirks a brow at Brittany's statement but ends up mirroring the impressed smile on Santana's face.
"We're already a force when the three of us team up," Brittany reminds Quinn, "Have we ever been caught?"
Santana's impressed smile widens. She loves when Brittany puts Quinn in her place.
Quinn lets out a sigh and shakes her head, "No, we haven't."
"And we've done some pretty crazy things, right?" Brittany questions again while the group looks to the three curiously.
"Yeah…"
"Like what?" Sugar asks, scooting to the edge of her seat. She's loudly smacking away on her gum and Tina gives her the most judgmental side-eye ever as she discreetly moves her chair farther.
"Yes, I would be interested in hearing an example," Emma pipes up, "You seem to know a great deal about us, but we know nothing about you."
"Speak for yourself," Mercedes says and she looks right at Santana, "I know who you are. I know what family you come from."
"Then you know that I don't play when it comes to a heist," Santana smirks.
Mercedes nods knowingly, "Why do you think I took the job?"
"Smart. But for the rest of you, I guess it's only fair that we give you some background in how we work," Santana adds then looks to Brittany and Quinn, "What's a good example?"
Surprisingly, Quinn speaks up first.
"You two remember that one job we did where we dressed up as cheerleaders and broke into that coach's office?" She asks, glancing at Santana and Brittany, "Probably our most notable."
"Now that was a wild one," Santana chuckles at the memory, "Who knew Sue Sylvester didn't believe in banks?"
"Wait, Sue Sylvester as in the world famous coach?" Tina asks with a dropped jaw, "That was you three?"
"Don't sound so surprised," Santana replies confidently and it sets off a buzz among the group.
"That was all over the news when it happened!"
"She threw a fit on National television when she found out."
"She nearly beat the hell out of a judge when he handed her a trophy. It wasn't even his fault!"
Brittany just nods, "Easiest job ever."
Sugar looks to the three like they're Goddesses, "I'll follow you guys anywhere."
Quinn chuckles, "Remember the outfits? I hadn't put on a cheer uniform since high school. So weird."
Santana smirks, weird isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind when she thinks back. Seeing Brittany twirl around in that ruffly short skirt was pure perfection. The spanx though were a little annoying to get around, definitely didn't make slipping her hand in any easier that's for sure!
Brittany stares down at Santana dreamily, almost like they're on the same page, "I think I still have mine in a box somewhere actually."
Santana quirks a brow at Brittany and wonders if she would still look as hot as she did back then. Who's she kidding? She's Brittany, of course she'd still look hot! She'd probably look even hotter!
"That's quite impressive," Emma notes with a resolute nod, "I feel much better about doing this with you all."
"Good!" Santana replies, "Now go home and get your shit together because tomorrow we begin pulling off one of the greatest jewelry heists in history."
"Wait, that's it?" Tina asks with a frown, "Meeting's over?"
Santana and Brittany exchange a look, "Well, yeah?"
"It took me ages to get here," Tina whines.
"Girl, you only live in Queens!" Mercedes laughs which earns her a gasp from Tina.
"How do you know where I live?" Tina questions.
Mercedes shrugs, "I know where everyone lives. You're not special. Pretty Blonde Cheerleader over there should be the most pissed, she lives the farthest."
Quinn gives Mercedes a concerned look which Mercedes just brushes off.
"What about snacks?" Sugar chimes in, "Don't meeting's usually have snacks?"
"They usually do, yes," Emma agrees and starts to look around.
Sugar stands with her hands on her hips, "What kind of meeting you guys running here?"
Then suddenly everyone's talking all at once.
"Alright shut it," Santana groans after a moment, "We're already giving everyone a place to stay for free while this thing is in works, no one said we were gonna feed you too. Take your asses down the street, I'm sure you'll find something to eat there."
Everyone – minus Quinn and Brittany – gape at Santana's abruptness.
"What?" She scoffs while crossing her arms, "This isn't a hotel function or something. There was never any promise of snacks."
Brittany chuckles and throws her arm around Santana's shoulders as she says to the group, "We'll have a mixer when everyone moves in so we can get to know each other a little better and there will definitely be food. I'll make sure of it."
That seems to please everyone – minus Santana who looks a little peeved – but Brittany just smiles triumphantly before pressing a kiss to Santana's cheek.
"You catch more ladybugs with honey than lemonade," She whispers wisely before pulling away to lead everyone outside.
Santana only watches her go with this confused look on her face.
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With having such an early start, they both head to their respective beds pretty early that night. Santana expects to sleep peacefully through the night, but it must be after midnight when she finds herself stirring awake. She lies there for a moment, trying to will herself back to sleep, but some rustling downstairs has her sitting up in bed to listen.
For a second, she wonders if they're being robbed but the irony is too ridiculous to run with. Instead, she rolls out of bed and slips into her silk robe before going to check out what the ruckus is.
Santana can already see a glimpse of blonde hair as she comes down the stairs and she instantly eases. Good thing they weren't being robbed, because Santana wasn't prepared for that at all.
She also wasn't prepared to find Brittany standing barefoot in the kitchen with just a silk robe on. It's similar to Santana's just a different color, but unlike Santana, Brittany isn't wearing anything underneath.
Santana knows that much because the material glides over the curve of Brittany's perfect ass and there isn't a seam or crease in sight.
"Hey," Santana greets softly as she moves to sit on the stool by the island counter. She keeps her eyes focused up, not wanting to get caught leering.
Brittany spins around with a jar of peanut butter in one hand and a knife in the other. She smiles, "Hi. I didn't wake you, did I?"
Santana shakes her head; she's not sure what woke her when she thinks about it. Her thoughts are always on the move though, so maybe it was that?
"What are you making?" She asks.
"Fried PB&B," Brittany answers as she sets the ingredients down by the loaf of bread and goes to grab a banana, "You want one? It makes two."
"Sure."
"Cool," Brittany replies and sets off to craft the sandwiches while Santana watches.
The moment really takes her back; Brittany wandering down to the kitchen for a midnight snack after a busy day or several rounds. Even the snack is familiar to Santana. She first thought it was an odd combination when Brittany introduced her to it but it kind of grew on her so she doesn't mind it all too much now.
In fact, it was one of the things she use to crave when she was away: Brittany and her famous Fried PB&Bs.
"Peanut butter on both sides?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah."
"Okay."
A silence settles around them while Brittany moves to pull out a pan and gets to toasting. Santana only watches as she concentrates on cooking, but the quiet gets her thoughts going and soon she's a little lost in them. Most revolve around the heist and all its moving parts, but some revolve around Brittany.
It reminds Santana of what Brittany did for her during the meeting. She was never one to fight a battle for Santana, but rather always hanging back incase she ever needed a helping hand. It had always been like that and apparently it still was.
"So thanks for earlier by the way," Santana mumbles into the silence.
"What'd I do earlier?" Brittany chuckles as she delicately checks the doneness of the PB&Bs.
"You spoke to Quinn," Santana reminds her, "She tripped me up with her question. She can be such a bitch."
"Oh yeah," Brittany remembers then shrugs. She leans a little on the back counter shifting from watching the pan to glancing over at Santana, "It's cool. We're a team. She shouldn't have come at you like that. It wasn't the right place or time."
"Yeah. See? She's still a pain in my ass," Santana quips and tries not to stare at how Brittany's robe falls open a little more. She can just barely see the curve of her breast and toned abs peeking through. Honestly, the robe is so damn flimsy she might as well have gone without it.
Santana would've preferred that actually. She would've had a heart attack, but she wouldn't have been mad if that was going to be the last thing she ever saw.
"So true," Brittany agrees while she focuses on the pan. When she looks back to Santana to ask her something, she catches the brunette staring.
She's in such a trance that she doesn't even notice she's been caught. It makes Brittany smirk and she tests the waters a little, seeing how far she could go before Santana snapped out of it. She opts to tease her a little more and glides a finger along the lapel of her robe, pulling it open just a touch more. Then her hand disappears beneath the robe but judging by the movement, Santana knows exactly what she's doing. The gentle squeezing and the pinch between her fingertips, Santana so wishes it was her copping a feel right about now.
That's when Santana's eyes shoot up at the realization and her body goes ridged. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as Brittany let's out a mischievous giggle.
"So," Brittany smirks as she pulls her hand away, turning away to check the PB&Bs, "How long has it been?"
Santana swallows dryly, "How long has what been?"
"You know."
"I don't."
"Oh my God, you know," Brittany laughs, "Was there anyone while you were away?"
Santana lets out a sigh, "I didn't really have the time for that. I was kind of busy coming up with this genius heist."
"Right," Brittany hums and goes to flip the sandwiches, "What a damn shame. I bet you looked super hot in an orange jumpsuit."
Santana smirks, "Well, orange is the new black…or so I've heard."
"Who told you that? Emma?" Brittany teases before getting lost in a thought, "You would've pulled it off though, I'm sure. Should've let me visit you, we could've had a lot of fun. I'm not talking just through the glass partition either."
Santana feels her cheeks start to burn again, "And how would you manage to do that?"
Brittany shrugs, "I could've doctored some documents that would've made me your legal partner. You know, something along those lines."
"You really put some thought into that," Santana quips. She tries her hardest to keep up with the diversions and not fall for anymore of Brittany's teasing, but the woman is standing in front of her with basically nothing on and she's been a horny mess every since she got out of jail.
It's hard work pretending to be so unfazed!
"The things you do for great sex," Brittany flirts, "Am I right?"
Santana lets out a sexy chuckle, "You're definitely not wrong."
Brittany giggles at that and turns off the stove before going to plate up, "Well, the offer was there. You just didn't take it."
Santana remembers that phone call all too well. It was probably the hardest one to get through without getting in her feelings. She was a little vulnerable that day and missing her partner in crime like crazy, but she didn't want Brittany to see her like that so she refused visit after visit.
"You know how I feel about sex in a bathroom," Santana lies while she watches Brittany cut the sandwiches into fours.
"I specifically remember you loving it actually," Brittany glances up with this smug grin on her face, "I can remember at least three times where I didn't hear a single complaint. In fact, I heard the opposite of complaining."
Santana's cheeks burn, "Yeah well, it's different when you're in a place like that."
"Why? I thought they let you go somewhere a bit more private than just the bathroom?"
"I don't know. It's prison, Britt, not the Four Seasons."
Brittany shrugs and goes to set Santana's plate down in front of her, "I'm sure I could've worked something else out. You said it yourself, I can be quite persuasive when I want. We could've gotten down and dirty on the warden's desk or something."
She then goes to take a bite of her PB&B square – all slow and sensual – and Santana finds herself being lured in yet again.
She doesn't think anyone else but Brittany could ever make taking a bite out of a sandwich square look that seductive and that's including all those sparkly vampire fools out there.
Brittany's just the sexiest woman alive, okay? Santana said what she said.
When she hears Brittany giggle, it breaks the trance and Santana narrows her eyes at the proud look on the blonde's face. Brittany knows exactly what she's doing to Santana and she's loving every minute of it.
"You're such a tease," Santana huffs partially out of annoyance and the other out of frustration. She keeps her hands busy before she does something she shouldn't and goes to pick up a PB&B square.
"You're one to talk," Brittany replies, still giggling away, "You've tried seducing me at least once every day since you've been out."
Santana rolls her eyes at such a ridiculous accusation, "No I haven't."
"Uh yeah, you have."
"When?"
Brittany ponders that for a moment then grins devilishly, "That time just before you went to see Dani? You were practically straddling me on the couch. Not to mention when I picked you up on the very first day? Even today! You were making those eyes at me while I was doing the slideshow."
"What eyes?"
"Your fuck me Britt eyes!"
Santana blushes, "That's not a thing."
"It so is," Brittany chuckles, "Don't be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed because it's not true."
"Okay," Brittany doesn't seem convinced, "I kind of like it. It's like the one time I know exactly what you want, what you're thinking."
Santana doesn't know how to take that. She knows Brittany's sneaky with slipping in a truth bomb behind a flirty comment, but that seemed like there was something weighty behind it. She chooses not to get into that though and brushes her off.
"You would," Santana says, still trying to keep her cool. Instead, she busies herself with eating. Maybe the faster she finishes this, the faster she can run back to her room? Her will power is waning with how cute Brittany's being so it's only a matter of time now before one of them slips up.
"You know," Brittany says after a moment. There's this sexy glimmer in her eye as she adds, "This is the last night in awhile that we're going to have the whole place to ourselves."
Santana glances up, knowing exactly where this is going, "Uh huh…"
"So if there's something you want," Brittany replies and leans a little on the counter so that her robe falls open a little more. Santana's eyes beg to take the bait as Brittany adds, "Now's the time to ask."
Santana's whole body ignites and she doesn't even care if her blush shows, she's that turned on now.
"No one's here but us," Brittany adds and leans a little further across the counter as her voice dips low, "We can go at it all night and you can be as loud as you want. I won't stop you."
Brittany's looking at her like she's about ready to jump her at any moment and Santana almost lets her get away with it. Hell, she almost pushes everything off the counter and let's Brittany take her right then and there.
Miraculously though, Santana shakes her head at the offer.
"Really?" Brittany looks surprised and pulls back.
"I'm doing something different this time," Santana says, "I need to stay focused."
"Since when has an orgasm not help you with that?" Brittany smirks.
Santana bites her lip at the thought. She's right, but sex without feelings is hard to come by now with Brittany around and she really doesn't need that on her plate too.
She doesn't tell Brittany that though, the less she knows the better.
Brittany takes Santana's silence and nods, "Okay then. Well, let me know when you want to quit playing games because what I got from this little chat is that it's been a real long time for you and that's just sad."
Santana rolls her eyes at the smug grin on Brittany's face.
"You know where to find me if you change your mind," She winks and takes their empty plates to the sink. When she turns, her eyes rake up the brunette hungrily, "And God, Santana, I hope you change it soon."
A/N - Thank you all for the overwhelming luv this story has been getting! If you wanna see something really cool, check out the Ocean's 8 (Glee Girls Style) trailer made for me by yourstreetserenade on youtube and awesome fan art by Maythejulianaaa on tumblr!