A/N - A lot of Miguel was listened to during the making of this chapter so take that as you will LOL.
Later that week, Santana and Brittany are seated at the dining table looking over headshots of the two guards that have been tasked to accompany the Toussaint out of Cartier. They both have very impressive backgrounds which worries Brittany.
"It says here this guy has worked for the Queen," Santana reads aloud. Her expression is unreadable while Brittany's jaw drops.
"Like the Queen of England?"
"Yup."
"Fuck."
Santana smirks, hearing Britt drop the F-bomb never quite loses it's effect on her.
"I knew this was going to happen," Santana assures her, "Cartier is as predictable as they are ridiculously expensive. I've got this."
"I know you do, but still. This is the big leagues we're dealing with," Brittany replies, "You can't just distract these guys with a flirty smile. It works on me, but I doubt it'll work on them."
Santana chuckles before reaching out to hold Brittany's hand. She gives it a little squeeze as she says, "I've got something a little more effective in mind. Don't worry, B. You said it yourself, I can get us out of anything if I have to."
Albeit, she's still a little nervous though even with a plan in place. For as long as she's been doing this, she's found that the nerves are always there, especially when there's a ton of money involved. Without the nerves to keep her on her toes, she can get complacent and mistakes can be made.
But with so much at stake here, there's no time for that.
Brittany glances down at their hands folded together on top of the table. It's something she hasn't seen too often, it's something more intimate than what she's used to.
A moment later, Quinn's sliding open the heavy loft door and the sound of it has Santana and Brittany quickly pulling away. Quinn's looking exactly how Santana would picture a suburban mom dressing if she worked at Vogue with her stripped sweater – that looks itchy as hell by the way – paired with a suede pencil skirt and clunky clogs.
She's fashionable, Santana gives her that, but she'd never get caught out in public with all that on.
"Look who rooted through Emma's closet," Santana teases as Quinn slips out of her raincoat and puts it away.
Upon hearing her name, Emma looks up from her work bench and glances over to Quinn. There's an approving smile on her face as Quinn walks over to Santana and Brittany.
"Very cute. I love the shoes with that sweater, but I don't recognize it? Are you sure it came from my closet?" Emma questions.
Santana and Brittany snicker as Quinn cuts them with a glare before turning to Emma, "No. This is actually mine."
"Oh! Well then," Emma tilts her head to the side, noting the outfit once more, before turning back to her work.
"Why am I not surprised by that?" Santana chuckles before taking a sip of her beer.
Quinn just shakes her head and joins them at the table. Brittany leans back in her chair so she can grab a bottle for Quinn too.
"How'd it go?" Santana asks while Quinn twists off the top, "We got the scan of the seating chart you sent. Thanks, by the way."
Quinn bows her head before taking a sip. Since getting into Vogue, Quinn's intel has been vital in the execution of the heist. She's like their own personal inside-woman and she's getting all sorts of important information. The seating chart has been the highlight of the week so far.
"I noticed there's an empty spot at the table next to Rachel Berry," Santana points out.
"Yeah, you hear anything about who her date will be?" Brittany asks Quinn, "How soon do they need to lock in the seating chart?"
"As soon as possible from what I've heard," Quinn replies, "But I haven't come across anything about who her escort could be. The girl goes through dates like there's no tomorrow so I'm surprised it's still up in the air."
"You don't have any idea either?" Brittany asks Santana.
The brunette shakes her head slowly, "Nope. None. I figured she would've chosen by now too."
Quinn catches something off about Santana's statement, but sips on her beer just to observe them. She's worked with the pair for years, she knows their quirks and she can read them nearly as good as they can read each other. So when she sees the slight twitch in Santana's upper lip, she knows that she's telling a lie.
But to Brittany? That doesn't make sense.
"I hope it's Finn Hudson," Brittany giggles, "Those T-Rex eating the Jew memes were hilarious!"
Santana chuckles along with her, "Hilarious. We'll see what happens."
"Well good work, Q!" Brittany praises as stands to stretch, "I'm gonna head to bed."
"Thanks Britt," Quinn smiles, "Goodnight."
Santana says the same before Brittany presses a kiss to the top of her head. She swoons but the feeling gets a little watered down as Brittany kisses the top of Quinn's head too before she walks off.
Quinn just smirks as she watches Santana slowly green with jealousy.
"Shut up," Santana growls.
Quinn just laughs," I didn't say anything! You know, people wouldn't think you two are dating if you guys didn't act like you were dating."
Santana rolls her eyes, "Right. Well people should also mind their own damn business but I see I'm still waiting for that to happen too."
"You'll be waiting awhile for that one," Quinn jokes but then she lowers her voice as she grows serious again, "You have an idea for Rachel's date?"
Santana smirks behind her beer bottle, "Yeah. You."
Quinn's eyes go wide, "What? Are you serious? As if you don't have me doing everything already. How would that even work? I'd need to – "
"Woah. Calm down, Lucy Q."
Quinn glares back with her voice threateningly low, "Don't call me that."
Santana's not fazed, "I'm joking. I do have an idea, but I can't talk about it here."
Her eyes drift off to where Emma sits at her station and Sugar's over on the couch playing some game on her phone. Mercedes is over in the other corner too on her laptop and only God knows what she can hear from there.
"We need to talk somewhere private," Santana says cryptically.
Quinn's intrigued, "I'm off tomorrow. Let's do coffee then?"
"Perfect."
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Santana and Quinn decide to stay somewhat close by to the loft for their coffee date. They find a tall table by the back window and slide up on the stools. It's not too busy for a Saturday morning so the two don't have to wait long before a server stops by and takes their coffee orders. They make small talk until their coffees are brought over, not wanting to be interrupted once they get on to the serious topics.
"So what's with all the secrecy?" Quinn questions after taking a sip of her latte.
Santana wipes away chocolate powder from her lip and shrugs, "I've made sure that everyone only knows what they need to in order to complete this job and I want to keep it that way."
"Okay?"
"So you'll have to make this look like Rachel Berry was the one who decided to pick her as her escort."
Quinn's even more confused and asks, "Who?"
"Dani."
It takes her a moment for the name to sink in but then Quinn's eyes bug out as she slumps back in her stool, "Dani? As in your ex-girlfriend, Dani?"
"That's right," Santana answers confidently before taking another sip of her coffee.
Quinn lets out a chuckle in disbelief, "Why in the hell would you bring her into this, Santana?"
"Why not? You've seen the tabloids, you know how painful it is to be within a two-foot radius of Rachel Berry. It would bring me so much joy knowing that Dani is out there suffering from an excruciating dinner with that woman. Nothing would make me happier actually. You and I both know the bitch has it coming anyway."
Quinn doesn't look too convinced, "Why do I feel like there's something bigger going on here?"
"Because you like blowing things out of proportion?" Santana tries to deflect.
"No. I don't think that's it," Quinn shakes her head and laughs, "I know you. You've got ulterior motives."
Santana scoffs at the assumption but choses to stay quiet.
Quinn eyes her carefully, "Does Brittany know about this?"
Santana lets out a huff, "I don't need to run everything by her. I'm the HBIC of this heist."
The blonde smirks, seeing a crack in Santana's front, "She wouldn't approve, would she? That's why you didn't tell her. That's why we had to come all the way over here to talk about it."
Santana sips her coffee, trying collect her thoughts. The thing she loves and hates about Quinn is how fucking smart she is, the girl's deductive skills are on point! When Quinn's using them for the benefit of the team it's great, but when she's targeting Santana? Not good at all.
"Listen, I didn't involve Britt because she's dealing with other things and she hates Dani's guts and you know Britt doesn't hate anyone. If she got wind of this, she'd probably try to fuck with her hair or something ridiculous. We can't have her distracted by trying to make Dani's night a living hell," Santana explains, "This has to stay between us and you have to make it look like Rachel Berry was the one who put this in motion."
"Hmm," Quinn hums as she rotates her latte glass in her hands. Santana's putting her in a really questionable situation because at some point, Brittany's going to find out and when she does, shit's going to hit the fan. She shakes her head again and sighs, "I don't know about this. It doesn't seem right to leave Britt out."
"Q, come on. Since when did you suddenly develop a moral code?" Santana questions, "If we put Dani in, at least it's familiar territory."
"For you, maybe."
"Exactly. We can't risk putting someone else in there that could jeopardize the heist. For the most part, Dani's a puppy dog. She'll just follow Rachel Berry around. She won't get in the way, but we can't say the same if someone else becomes the date. Just imagine if it really was Finn Hudson in there? He's a dope but we don't know him, we don't know what he might do. Same with St. James and Puckerman, they're loose units and we can't afford to try our luck here."
"You've put some thought into this," Quinn points out, "You've always wanted Dani to be Rachel Berry's date."
Santana shrugs, opting to hold her cards close to her chest, "Like I said, everyone only knows enough in order to get their job done. All you need to know is that Dani has to be Rachel Berry's escort and you need to make it look like she decided that. Will you organize this or you gonna make me do it myself?"
Quinn eyes her curiously, "And how would you do that?"
Santana sits back in her chair with her chin raised, "Don't apply logic to Lopez."
It takes her a moment but Quinn finally answers, "Fine. I'll work on it."
"Thank you," Santana says with the bow of her head.
"But I'm not going to be the one to tell Brittany. That's all you and you should do it before she finds out first," Quinn warns, "The worse thing you can do is leave her out of this."
"Yeah yeah, I know," Santana brushes off.
"Seriously Santana," Quinn takes a stern tone, "This won't be good if you half-ass it."
"I'll sort it out, Mom. Don't worry," Santana says earnestly, "You just focus on getting Dani in good with Rachel Berry. It should be easy, they're both full of themselves so they'll have lots in common."
Quinn's already feeling uneasy about this, but she agrees anyway. All she can do now is hope that Santana isn't a complete idiot and actually communicates her plans to Brittany first.
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They're heading back to the car after they've finished up their coffees when Quinn asks, "So I've got a question."
"Do I even want to know?" Santana grumbles.
"Considering I'm doing you a huge favor, yes."
"Fine, what's your question?"
"How the hell does The Great Santana Lopez, daughter of the infamous bandit Hector Lopez, wind up in jail?"
Santana knew Quinn was itching to ask that specific question, as is everyone. In fact, she's actually surprised Quinn hasn't asked sooner. Santana keeps it casual thought and replies, "I got caught up with the wrong woman."
"Yeah, I got that much."
Santana brushes off the sass, "I met Dani around the time Brittany and I were sort of hitting a rough patch. She was this musician at bar I frequented. She bought me a drink one night and we hit off. A few weeks later, she approached me with this hypothetical and I ran with it. We made a ton of money, but she was soft. I knew I should've bolted at the first sign of it, but I didn't. I don't know why. I guess I thought I could handle it?" Santana averts her gaze and pauses a moment before continuing, "When we got caught, she broke under pressure and threw me under the bus. I went down for everything and she barely got a slap on the wrist. The end."
"What's with the short version?" Quinn looks surprised as they get into the car, "I know the bare minimum about this woman. If you're roping me into something that'll potentially have Brittany on both of our asses you're going to have to give me more than that."
Santana rolls her eyes and sighs as she starts the car, "God, okay."
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In the time that it takes for Santana to fill Quinn in on everything she's missed regarding her involvement with Dani and her life in jail, they're just around the corner from the loft.
"Shit Santana," Quinn frowns, "I'm sorry. Dani seems so up herself, couldn't imagine you with someone like that."
Santana shrugs, "It happened, it's whatever. Karma's a bitch apparently, so I'm not worried. I'll have my fun when she has to sit through dinner with Rachel Berry."
"Right," Quinn chuckles and after a pause she asks, "So you two were dating back then? You and Brittany?"
"What? No," Santana laughs nervously.
"But you said you hit a rough patch?"
"Yeah, in our work," Santana says and it's not a complete lie, "Besides, sex isn't dating."
Quinn cocks her head to the side, "Did Brittany know that?"
It should be a simple answer, but Santana's words get caught coming out.
She and Brittany never really talked about what was going on between them back then. There was this unspoken understanding that it was just casual sex between friends, they weren't an item or anything serious. It would be something that would bite Santana in the ass one day, but you try being that close to Brittany without developing some kind of feelings for the woman.
Plus it's Brittany, Santana knows how she is. She flirts and teases and everything's a joke when it's not about their work. There's nothing serious behind her words. It took a long time, but Santana gets that now. She just wish she would've gotten it a bit sooner than later.
"We were partners…in crime," Santana finally answers as they pull up to the loft, "That's all we were and that's all we are now."
Brittany's in the garage with the door open talking to Sugar when they spot the Range Rover pulling up. Brittany's got her overalls on this time so she must've been working on something out there. They wave to Santana and Quinn and move out of the way so that Santana can park inside.
"Didn't look like it from where I was standing," Quinn says, "Then or now."
"Of course you'd say that," Santana sighs, "What'd it look like then? Enlighten me."
"More than just a friends with benefits type of situation."
Santana grits her teeth, "Well it wasn't that. There were no feelings involved."
Quinn's brows furrow, "None?"
"None," Santana lies.
Quinn rolls her eyes, "I don't believe you." She doesn't wait to hear Santana's snarky reply before she's climbing out of the car.
Santana's quick behind her though, "Why? Because I don't need to have feelings for someone I'm having sex with? Because I don't believe in settling down and doing the whole Desperate Housewives thing like you?"
They've grabbed Brittany and Sugar's attention and the two watch on the sidelines as Santana and Quinn continue like they aren't there.
Quinn rounds on her, "Is that what you think a real relationship looks like? No wonder you're afraid of them."
"I'm not afraid of them. I just spent the last hour talking about one!" Santana snaps but Quinn doesn't look convinced, "You always want there to be this grand romance or something like we're in a damn Hallmark movie, but it's not like that. Life's not like that. Things don't always go your way especially when it comes to love and that's just how it is."
Quinn looks surprised, but she isn't the only one.
Brittany watches from where she stands with this contemplative look on her face. She knows Santana can be pretty closed off when it comes to how she feels – it's something that she's gotten used to over the years – but that might've been the first time she heard just how pessimistic Santana really is.
Santana's so caught up in Quinn poking at her that she doesn't even notice.
"Damn Lopez, who hurt you?" Quinn asks half-heartedly.
"Well, the last woman I was sort of dating did send me to jail…" Santana jokes bitterly.
Instead of winding Santana back up again, Quinn just shakes her head and turns to greet Brittany and Sugar before heading inside. They smile in reply and Sugar trails after Quinn, not wanting to be around Santana when there's steam coming off of her.
Brittany just goes over to the sink to wash the grease off of her hands. She can feel a storm brewing the longer Santana lingers and she wants to give all of her attention.
"You believe her? She pops out a kid and gets married and now she suddenly thinks she knows everything," Santana rants as she throws her hands up in the air.
Brittany turns and goes to dry her hands, "She's always been a know-it-all. Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Because it's so annoying," Santana grumbles before crossing her arms and walking over to lean against Brittany's work bench, "Like if I wanted her to tell me something about myself I'd fucking ask."
"Totally," Brittany shrugs and goes to stand next to Santana, "But we kinda like her, right?"
"Jury's out on that one."
Brittany chuckles, "Come on, she's been a great friend over the years. Remember that one time she punched that guy because he was being a prick to us?"
"Yeah, I remember. She broke his nose and we all got thrown out of the club," Santana's smile falls into a glare, "She ruined our night out."
"I don't know," Brittany smiles sweetly, "I remember you being pretty proud of her."
Santana ponders the memory and starts to smile. It was a wild night out for sure and seeing Quinn fly across the bar fist first like that in her frilly sundress was such an experience. They may have gotten thrown out of the club but she can't lie and say it really ruined their night.
"She's got her moments," Brittany adds as she bumps their shoulders together, "You have to at least admit that."
"I guess she does," Santana agrees as she leans into Brittany.
Their hips are touching as they look out at the garage: there are a couple expensive models that are parked by the Range Rover plus Brittany's motorcycle. It's a quaint collection and Brittany uses that in attempt to change the subject before Santana winds herself up even further.
"I'm surprised you didn't take the Fastback today," Brittany says.
"I know you just waxed it," Santana shrugs, "I didn't want to dirty it up."
"I wouldn't have minded," Brittany replies as they look over to the '67 Mustang Fastback in all it's shiny jet-black glory, "I do it for you anyway. Can't have you out there behind the wheel of something dirty, no matter what the songs say."
Santana cracks a smile, "I don't think Ridin' Dirty is quite that literal, Britt."
Brittany just shrugs, happy that she could at least make Santana smile even if it was a goofy joke.
"You know," Santana says as she glances up at her, "You could've gotten a lot of money for that one if you would've sold it. It's a classic."
"I know," Brittany nods, "But the Schuester Dealership job was an important one for us. It was our biggest one in awhile. I wanted a souvenir I guess."
Santana remembers that dry spell all too well. The shitty cons they were pulling at the bingo hall weren't scratching that itch, but they couldn't come up with anything new either. It was a pretty rough time for them, but then Santana spotted the Fastback and it was like inspiration struck.
"Plus, you love that car," Brittany says, "You came up with the entire heist just because you loved it so much. I couldn't just sell it."
Santana smiles in gratitude, "It's a nice one for sure,"
Lifting cars wasn't really her thing – it was more so something her father dabbled in – but an opportunity arose and she just had to try her hand. It was a complete success! That day, she and Brittany walked away with seven cars including the Fastback. They were on cloud nine, completely ecstatic for finally pulling themselves out of that rut the had been stuck in for weeks.
Santana also remembers how that day ended too and decides to push that memory far, far away. Instead, she thinks back on the super hot sex that took place in the backseat of the Fastback because thinking about sex always seems to make things better. Plus, she's sensitive in more ways than one so she can't help but reminisce.
After a moment Brittany feels it's safe to ask, "So what were you and Quinn talking about before that got your feathers so ruffled up?"
It's a little bit of a mood killer, but Santana answers her, "Just filling her in on the past. She didn't really know much about what went on between me and Dani."
"Lucky her," Brittany jokes as she pushes from the work bench, "Glad I missed that conversation."
Santana fails to hide her smile as she watches Brittany almost sulk away.
Maybe sulk isn't the right word because that would imply that Brittany feels some type of way about it all and apparently she doesn't. Santana just has to know what the real reason is behind Brittany's tone, because she's so use to hearing her say one thing when she actually means another. Santana's been pretty guilty of that as well, but this isn't about her.
It's about Brittany and what she isn't saying.
"Why do you always do that?" Santana's words tumble out and it surprises her how easy the fall. It's a question that she's been begging to ask but she hasn't had the guts; apparently she has them now.
"Do what?" Brittany questions but Santana spots uneasiness in her usual confident partner in crime. It makes her own confidence grow.
"The whole jealous ex thing," Santana presses further, "It's cute and all but I don't get it. You say you aren't jealous but I don't know, your actions say something totally different."
"I'm not jealous and I'm not one of your exes so that doesn't really apply to me," Brittany corrects before simply saying, "As your friend, I just don't like her, never did. You know that."
The way she says friend hits Santana differently than it usually does. That's what they are – technically – but Quinn doesn't react in the same way that Brittany does whenever Dani's brought up and they're friends too. Something doesn't add up so Santana's curiosity gets the best of her.
"Yeah, but I don't know. You took that stance well before I even told you that we were sort of together," Santana says but then there's this playful glint in her eye as she smirks, "Is there something else going on?"
Brittany remains silent and Santana takes that as a win and presses further, "Could it be that you can't stand the thought of me being with someone else?"
It's bold of her to ask and she probably wouldn't ever say something like that if it weren't for the sudden boost of confidence she got from calling Brittany out for being jealous.
Brittany narrows her eyes at the question, also surprised by the sudden boldness.
The look makes all the annoyance brought on by Quinn earlier suddenly disappear for Santana. She's got Brittany right where she wants her now. The teasing and flirting is familiar territory for them and there's comfort in that. Even if she's not going to pull the answer from Brittany this time, she's going to at least rile her up a little for her efforts.
"Could it have something to do with someone else being able to do all the things you think only you can?" Santana asks, her voice low and raspy, "Because that's exactly what I think it is."
Brittany shivers at the accusation but finds herself leaning in, "Careful Santana, that's a brave statement you're making."
Santana smiles back challengingly, "Is it?"
"It is," Brittany husks. She takes a daring step closer, backing Santana further against the work bench.
"Tell me I'm wrong then?" When Santana's met with silence again, her smirk deepens, "Tell me you weren't just a little jealous of her."
Brittany stands her ground and cocks a brow at her, but she doesn't say a word.
Santana lets out a laugh, "You can't, can you?"
Brittany looks back with this steely gaze and tries to fight the smile that threatens to form. This is what Santana does. She thinks she has the upper hand and gets really confident about that while Brittany merely waits her turn so she can show her who the real boss is.
Sometimes though, Brittany can't tell if that's exactly what Santana wants her to do.
"You and I both know how good I can make you feel," Brittany responds as she settles her hands on Santana's hips, "Or have you forgotten?"
Santana hasn't forgotten a thing – sometimes it's like the only thing she can remember – but she keeps up with cocky smile for as long as she can, "You didn't answer my question."
"You didn't answer mine either," Brittany smirks.
"Maybe?" Santana replies, "It's been awhile, my memory is a little fuzzy."
Brittany chuckles but it's throaty and it sounds so sexy especially when she starts to trail her hands up and down Santana's sides. There's something dark and needy about the way Brittany stares down at her as she asks, "Should I remind you?"
Everything in Santana screams yes, a million times yes, but she can't give up just yet. She has lasted this long, no use in caving now.
Brittany seems to have other ideas in mind though.
"That's what you want, right? You want me to remind you," Brittany grins devilishly as she presses up against Santana. She's trapping her against the work bench, holding her in place as she continues, "See, I know what you're doing. You're trying so hard to rope me into this just like you always do, teasing me until I break."
Santana sucks in a shaky breath. With Brittany this close to her now, everything's going a little foggy. She can smell the peppermint on her breath and her soft lips are just right there. All she has to do is lean in.
"Is it working?" Santana asks with her eyes glued to Brittany's mouth. She watches her lips form the words like she's hypnotized.
"It always works," Brittany says with a chuckle, "But you like the build up too much for me to do anything about it just yet."
Santana swallows dryly. God, Brittany knows her so damn well. She knows just how to work her up to the point of no return. This is more than just a teasing game now, they both know exactly where this is headed.
"It's okay," Brittany whispers hotly against Santana's cheek, "I'll play along."
The way the words fall sends a shiver up Santana's spine.
"Because I know exactly how you like it, baby," Brittany says and if it were anyone else calling her that, Santana would cringe but it sounds so good when it's Brittany.
Then again, Santana's sure she'd let Brittany call her almost anything with the way she's staring at her right now. She's looking at Santana like she's a whole meal and she's ready to eat!
She loves when Brittany's like this – like she's trying to stake her claim or something – and maybe that's why Santana was never truly annoyed by her reaction to Dani. Maybe she kept Dani around because it was the only time she could catch a glimpse of how Brittany really felt about her?
But that's just another maybe, Santana's head is full of those.
"Did Dani?" Brittany challenges as she comes to stare Santana down but – judging by the look on Santana's face – she knows the answer already, She's not stopping though. If a reminder is what Santana needs, she'll be all too willing to give her that.
"Did she know how to make your back arch with just her tongue?" Brittany adds and Santana feels her heart rate spike.
Apparently Brittany's trying to kill her today.
She leans in closer so that her lips are just brushing the shell of Santana's ear while she husks, "Did she have you calling out her name like you've called out mine?"
Santana swallows thickly as her thighs clench together.
It's the wrong move because just that little bit of friction has her biting her lip at the sensation. Sex with Dani was good, but it wasn't anything compared to the connection she had with Brittany and it sounds like the blonde knows that.
Brittany smirks at Santana's continued silence, "You leave scratches down her back too? You ever beg her to keep going because it felt so good and you didn't ever want her to stop?"
Santana's griping the work bench so hard that she could probably break off chunks of wood if she really put her mind to it. All she wants to do is to reach out and touch Brittany, but she doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of caving first.
And maybe she's a little bit of a glutton for punishment. Maybe she likes to see how long she can wait, how long she can hold out?
Even if the whole silent approach isn't really working for her, Brittany's got her wrapped around her pinky and Santana's not sure if that's entirely a bad thing or not.
"Yeah, I bet she didn't," Brittany says as her hands glide up Santana's back, "You know how I know that?"
"How?" The sound of her own voice surprises Santana, but Brittany's got her hooked now and she's hanging on every word.
"Because she's not me," Brittany says simply as she leans in and nudges Santana's nose with the tip of hers, "She doesn't know every inch of you like I do. She can't drive you crazy like I can. She wouldn't even know where to begin."
Brittany's so damn right, but Santana tries to regain some control here regardless, "I don't know, Britt, you're not the only one in the world who can make me come."
Brittany's taken aback by the statement and Santana knows the moment the words leave her that she's really in for it this time. Brittany knows Santana's right, but no one has made Santana come the way that she can. She's not like any of those other girls Santana has been with and somewhere deep down, Santana knows that too.
"That's where you're wrong. It's not just about getting you off. It's more than that for me. I've heard every one of your sexy little moans, Santana," Brittany tells her, "Hell, I know when you're wet without even touching you."
Santana licks her lips as Brittany pulls away with that same hungry look in her eye.
"Like right now," Brittany adds as she glances down Santana's body then lifts her gaze to met darkened brown eyes, "I bet you're soaked."
"I'm not," Santana tries to hang onto the last bit of dignity and matches Brittany's heated gaze.
"So sure of yourself?" Brittany smirks beneath hooded eyes, "Show me then."
Never one to back down, Santana pulls Brittany's hand out from behind her and guides her down, down, down until she feels her warm fingers caressing her inner thigh.
She's thanking the Gods above for deciding to wear a loose fitting skirt because Brittany's able to move without being so restricted. Although, she's pretty accustomed to that as well considering Santana's wardrobe of skin tight everything.
When the pads of Brittany's fingers press against Santana's covered center, Santana can't help but let out a whimper at the feel. God, she's already so damn sensitive. The feeling only intensifies as Brittany starts to run her fingers along the damp silk there. She can feel how wet she is – even with the barrier in the way – and it has Brittany licking her lips.
"Liar," Brittany husks, "You're dripping."
"Whoops," Santana replies with a sexy smirk, "My mistake."
Brittany lets loose another throaty chuckle. The things Santana does to her…she'd do anything right now to be inside. To have Santana literally in the palm of her hand like this after she's waited so long for it, she wants nothing more than to have her in every way imaginable.
Her fingers are still gliding back and forth at a slow but steady pace and there's this trance setting in again as Brittany asks, "This all for me?"
"Yeah," Santana moans helplessly. Her body is all a buzz just waiting for Brittany to do something. All resolve has gone out the window now along with her dumb rules about holding out. She needs this, she needs Brittany in however way she decides to take her.
Santana's past caring now, she's that desperate.
"Look at you," Brittany mumbles and goes to rest her forehead against Santana's. They're both looking down at where Brittany's hand is slowly moving along Santana's center, "So wet."
Santana wants nothing more than to rip the skirt away completely just so that she can watch how Brittany glides through her.
"What should I do?" Brittany starts to make lazy circles, her fingertips bumping Santana's clit every so often.
The feel makes Santana squirm. She needs more of Brittany but every time she rolls her hips into her, the woman eases her touch. She's teasing her again, she's wanting Santana to beg for it. She wants Santana to be so turned on that she can't think about anything else but this.
Honestly, Santana's not that far off.
When Brittany moves in close again - her nose brushing Santana's - she says, "Tell me, Santana. What should I do with all this?"
"Fuck," Santana breathes out raggedly, "Just go inside like–"
She doesn't finish her sentence but instead takes Brittany's hand that's up her skirt and guides it beneath her panties. She doesn't miss the little moan Brittany releases as soon as she's met with Santana's soft, wet heat. She's so unbelievably turned on right now, she doesn't care how desperate this is making her look.
"Oh my God," Brittany's voice is gravely as she takes a single digit and runs it through Santana's slickness.
"Inside," Santana whimpers as her hips start to move in time with Brittany's rhythm, "I need more."
"Okay San," Brittany whispers before pressing their lips together for a searing kiss. She does her best to swallow Santana's moans as she sinks into her easily with two fingers.
It's the best feeling in the entire world and it's just like Brittany remembered: tight, wet and so damn hot.
Santana grabs onto Brittany – one hand settles on the back of her neck while the other digs into her hip – and she really wishes they had moved somewhere a little more private because anyone who happened to walk past would definitely catch an eyeful.
There's also the possibility of someone inside the loft coming out to the garage and catching them in the act, but with the way Brittany's pumping into her…giving a fuck is becoming a distant memory.
"Feels so good," Santana groans against Brittany's mouth and she's already embarrassingly close but you can't really blame her because it has been a long time since she was with another woman.
Plus, Brittany has some talented fingers.
She's already hitting that spot she knows Santana loves because the girl lets out a, "Don't st – fuck!"
"Someone's going to hear if you keep that up," Brittany warns playfully against her ear before taking the lobe between her teeth for a light nip, "You want everyone coming out here? See how wet you are for me?"
Santana wants to roll her eyes at the smug tone, but she really can't. She's completely at Brittany's mercy right now, so she tries her hardest to keep quiet.
"I'm not going to stop," Brittany tells her and uses the pad of her thumb to press a little at Santana's sensitive clit.
Santana's knees are starting to shake as she trembles in Brittany's arms. She's not sure how long she can keep herself standing if Brittany keeps this up.
The blonde must feel that too and swiftly lifts Santana onto the work bench for some relief. The change in position has Brittany hitting that spot a little deeper than before and Santana's throws her head back at the feel of it.
"Britt!" Santana cries out, momentarily forgetting the whole thing about being quiet as she rocks against Brittany's hand, "Just like that."
Brittany pulls back and smirks at the sight of Santana spread open on her work bench with that sexy face of hers – the one she makes when she's lost in the chase – and Brittany tries hard to commit the scene to her memory. She's not going to want to forget this and it'll definitely make working out here a lot easier.
"Like this?" Brittany accentuates each word with a harder thrust, "This how you want me?"
She doesn't wait for an answer, just uses her free hand to press against the small of Santana's back to get her to move in time with her pumps. Santana takes the hint and let's Brittany guide her hips while the blonde dives back in to suck kisses at her neck.
"You're so sexy," Brittany mumbles, letting her lips brush against the sensitive spot beneath Santana's ear. She tastes like sweat and something that's entirely Santana, Brittany can't get enough of her.
"I'm so close," Santana whines and threads her fingers through Brittany's hair to hold her where she is. The feel of Brittany's lips on her skin pressing soft kisses behind nips has Santana's blunt nails scraping at the back of Brittany's scalp. It's too much and too little all at once.
God, why did she put this off for so long? How could she have gone this long without Brittany making her feel like this?
Santana starts grinding back against Brittany and the motion causes the work bench to bang against the wall in time to the roll of her hips.
And it's loud.
She should really stop before the sound alerts the others and they're caught, but she's too far gone. She's needs release and she needs it now.
But nothing ruins an orgasm like an unwanted interruption, so Brittany pulls out –much to Santana's protest – and quickly lifts Santana again and lays her down on the next best flat service which happens to be the hood of the Fastback.
She's quick to get back to work because she knows how long Santana's waited for this and – as much as she'd love to take her time – she's had enough of the teasing game. When she sinks back into Santana they both let out a moan at the feel of soft, smooth skin and tight heat.
Everything Brittany said before – about all the little ways she knows Santana – she's backing up now because every curl of her fingers, every dirty word whispered drives Santana a little closer to the edge. It is truly something only Brittany's capable of and she's proving it now.
"You're so good at this," Santana whimpers and the compliment makes Brittany smirk before she leans in for a sensual kiss. It's all tongue and teeth and when Santana surprises Brittany with a hard nip at her bottom lip, Brittany let's out a moan of her own.
"Fuck Santana," Brittany breathes out as she pulls away.
There's this sexy, lust-filled look on Santana's face and she looks so damn pleased to see Brittany a flushed mess too. She tries valiantly to pull her head from the clouds though and focus on keeping up with her rhythm: in and out, in and out, in and –
"Holy shit!" Santana groans as her head falls back against the hood. She's so desperate for Brittany's touch that she feels herself tightening around slender fingers.
"Careful," Brittany coos as she presses into Santana, taking her free hand to smooth over the side of her head. It's gentle, a little too gentle for Santana's liking right now.
"Just keep going," Santana tells her and Brittany does just that.
With Brittany pressing flush against her, Santana's able to hook her heels around the backs of Brittany's thighs while the blonde continues to pump in and out. She's missed this so fucking much, the way Brittany takes care of her is like no other and Santana loves it. She loves that she doesn't have to train Brittany on how to fuck her, she just knows.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" Brittany asks after a particularly loud moan. There's that word again too sending shivers all over Santana's body. Why doesn't it sound as good when someone else calls her baby? It never did when Dani called her that, so why can she hear it when it's Brittany?
Deep down, she knows why.
"Mhmm,"The brunette nods and starts to pick up the pace, meeting Brittany thrust for thrust. She feels like a rubber band about to snap she's that wound up, but she isn't slowing down. She rocks in time with Brittany's rhythm, just riding her fingers like there's no tomorrow.
"That's my girl," Brittany smirks and winds her free arm around Santana's waist to hold her in place.
My girl she said and the sound of it shoots a jolt of arousal through Santana's whole body. To be Brittany's, that's something she wouldn't have expected. She tries not to put too much thought into it though because they've both been known to say things they usually don't when they're swept up in the moment.
Santana reminds herself that this isn't anything more than a much-needed fuck, no need to read between the lines. Plus she's clenching so tight around Brittany's fingers that she can't really think of anything else right now. Her hips have decide to do whatever they want and just jut up uncontrollably, chasing that release.
She can feel how wet she is as Brittany delves in and out. She can't even hear herself but she just knows Brittany's name is falling from her lips in ragged breaths like it's the only word she can remember.
Brittany notices the signs and pulls Santana up, holding her close as she continues to pump into her. Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's shoulders as their body press so impossibly close together. She's hanging on for dear life while the muscles in Brittany's forearm begins to burn from the exertion.
Santana pants into the crook of Brittany's neck, "Fuck Britt, I'm gonna…"
"I got you," Brittany says softly in reply.
With another thrust, Santana's falling apart right then and there. Brittany is quick to cover Santana's mouth with her own, hoping to muffle the sounds of her whines as she let's Santana ride out the aftershocks.
Everything's a blur as Santana's body tenses. She makes a mental note to never hold out on Brittany ever again because this feeling is too much to go so long without. Hell, she's sure she's close to blacking out, but she's so glad she hasn't because then she would've missed this look Brittany's giving her.
It's soft mixed with that familiar hunger and something else she doesn't quite recognize. It quickly morphs into something devious as Brittany pulls out her glistening fingers and slowly slides them into her mouth.
She keeps eye contact with Santana as she licks them clean, humming at the very taste of the woman beneath her coating her digits.
Santana can already feel herself building again at the sight.
"You're in big trouble," Santana pants behind a smirk, watching Brittany's talented tongue glide along her index finger before it disappears again in her mouth.
"Me?" Brittany asks innocently as she releases her fingers with a pop.
"Yeah, you," Santana's heart is pounding as the throb between her legs intensifies.
"Why? I just gave you a mind blowing orgasm," Brittany responds sweetly, "You should really thank me."
Santana just narrows her eyes on the girl, imagining what she wants to do to her first, "Once I regain the feeling in my legs…game over."
"I hope so," Brittany winks before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to Santana's lips. Santana can taste herself there and it makes her moan while Brittany says, "I'm planning on riding your tongue at some point tonight."
Santana's jaw drops at the bluntness as Brittany helps her to stand on shaky legs.
"Either that or maybe I want you to ride mine? We'll see. I'm open to suggestions but I'm definitely not done with you yet," Brittany grins sweetly before turning away to head inside, "I'm going for a long shower. You can join me if you want."
Santana's just left standing there thinking that maybe Brittany isn't the only one here that's in big trouble. Then again, she's not too surprised. Trouble always manages to find her somehow.