Remember all that trouble that was bound to catch up to Santana? Well, it has and she's loving every single minute of it because in this case trouble's name just so happens to be Brittany S. Pierce.
Before, her thoughts revolving around the heist were usually what kept her up at night, but not anymore thanks to a less than PG encounter in Brittany's garage. Since then, Santana and Brittany haven't been able to keep their hands to themselves. It's so reminiscent of how they were before Santana went away and she's sure they probably shouldn't be doing this, but she also knows that depriving either one of them of great sex is kind of a lost cause.
So now when Santana wakes in the middle of the night, it's not because she's stressing over the many details of her grandmaster plan. It's because she's too focused on giving midnight snack a whole new meaning.
\\
Santana's limbs are bit stiff as she slowly wakes after another sleepless night. There's a little nip in the air and Santana's exposed skin blossoms with goosebumps. She tries to cover up, but the sheets are wound around Brittany's torso.
Once a blanket hog, always a blanket hog apparently.
Upon the movement though, Brittany begins to stir. A mess of blonde hair lifts from the pillow and slowly turns to reveal a disgruntled, very sleepy Brittany.
"Too early," She mumbles as she sneaks a peek at Santana.
Something warms within Santana and she's too tired still to catch the smile she lets escape.
"I don't think it's that early anymore," Santana says through her grin. She doesn't even think when she brings up her hand to brush Brittany's hair from her eyes, "You've stolen all the sheets."
"Sorry," Brittany smiles into the touch, albeit a little lopsided, but she's adorable nonetheless as she pulls the sheets from her to share.
Brittany rolls onto her side – unraveling herself from the sheets – and lays her hand on Santana's hip. The sheets are barely covering the tops of her breasts and Santana can remember the exact moment last night when her face was right there between them.
She's sure she could get back in there now, she doubts Brittany would even stop her. The sheets are barely hanging on so with one little tug, Brittany would be revealed and Santana could have her mouth on the blonde in no time yet again.
Sounds like a win for both of them!
"There's a habit forming," Brittany points out. She sounds a little more awake this time as she watches Santana with a weak smirk on her lips.
If there's a habit forming, fucking let it.
"Hey, you came into my room this time," Santana says. Her hands inch closer until she can feel Brittany's taut stomach. She's warm and Santana fans out her fingers to feel more of her. Maybe she can put her mouth there instead? She can suck kisses all the way down her abdomen – slow and teasingly – until Brittany pushes her the rest of the way.
Yeah, that sounds even better than her first plan!
"You texted me at 3am with You up?" Brittany says smugly, "And we all know what that means. You wanted me to come in here and put it on ya."
Santana blushes because she's not exactly wrong.
"Yeah well, I wasn't the only one who was a little needy," Santana challenges as she starts to slip her hand down just past Brittany's belly button, "Isn't that right? How many times did I make you…"
Brittany's smug grin quickly fades as Santana's hand moves lower. A blush covers Brittany's face and she fights the urge to buck her hips at the touch. She sputters a little for a reply and it makes Santana swell with pride. Anytime she can trip Brittany up is a moment to celebrate, it just never gets old and she's always use to the roles being reversed.
"You're trouble, Santana Lopez," Brittany says playfully with her eyes narrowed.
"So are you," Santana chuckles as she withdraws her hand and settles it on Brittany's ribs.
Brittany flinches at the touch, the feel of Santana's fingertips tickling a little at her side, but she focuses instead on her own trail up and down Santana's arm.
"I missed doing this," Brittany tells her. Santana isn't sure what this is, she figures Brittany means the sex because that has always been a main player in their thing second to crime and she can't help but to agree.
"Yeah," Santana she says because she feels like Brittany's waiting on her to say something.
"Sex with you is the best," Brittany adds wistfully.
Santana just nods this time. She can't really concentrate on unpacking that when Brittany's fingers keep trailing up and down her arm.
Her touch is featherlight but it's the look on her face that does it. She's a little sleepy and sated and everything about her just screams warmth. Santana really just wants to wrap up in her and lie in bed forever which should be a giant red flag for her, but she doesn't move. She doesn't roll away and she doesn't push Brittany out of bed like she use to.
She just lies there and soaks this moment in. This is what waking up to Brittany every morning could be like: easy. There's only been a handful of times where Santana's let herself feel this and the thought makes her smile.
"See. Prison did make you soft," Brittany teases gently.
Santana's smile softens. Brittany's words are like a reality check for her. Prison she said and it makes her think of the time she spent there and the heist and Dani and her talk with Quinn.
She has to get her head on straight, she can't get caught up in Brittany again. She's got a job to do, they both do and more importantly she has something to tell Brittany. Something she told Quinn she'd handle but hasn't and the longer she waits the darker the storm clouds seem to get.
Santana rolls onto her side, "I gotta tell you something,"
"Mhmm," Brittany hums as her hand glides up over Santana's shoulder, along her neck, then goes to tuck dark hair behind her ear, "What is it?"
Santana licks her lips to speak again but the movement of her tongue captures Brittany's attention and her eyes zone in on plump lips begging for a morning kiss. As she watches Brittany, she wonders if bringing up Dani right now is the best move. They're enjoying themselves and she doesn't want to ruin their morning by starting an argument – no matter how playful it might be.
"Prison did not make me soft," Santana whispers.
When Brittany lets out a laugh, Santana knows it was the right move. God, she could watch her laugh on a loop in slow motion probably for the rest of her life and be completely okay with it.
"It totally did," Brittany jokes as she pushes to sit up. The sheets fall and pool around her waist as she smiles down at Santana, "It's okay though. I happen to find that face you make very cute."
It's another blow for Santana. She feels like a yo-yo, being drawn to Brittany and trying to find the will to push her away in one smooth motion. It's hard for her to sever the ties when Brittany's literally topless right now and staring at her like that. Then she goes and calls Santana cute? How can she keep from swooning? How can anyone possibly resist?
Santana Lopez is fucked.
"What face?" Santana wonders helplessly.
Brittany boops her on the nose, "That one."
Santana frowns and it makes Brittany laugh again.
"Don't worry about it," Brittany assures her before leaning in to press a kiss to Santana's dopy frown.
Then she's flinging the sheets off of her and goes on the hunt for her lost articles of clothing and just like that, Santana's worries are swept away for the moment all because Brittany said so. Whatever she was meant to bring up, she has long forgotten now.
Santana can do nothing but stare as a very naked Brittany wanders around her room. It's a great sight to see and Santana rests back against the headboard with her hands folded behind her head. The longer she watches the faster her invasive thoughts seem to disappear and become replaced with nothing but Brittany.
When Brittany catches her staring, she swipes Santana's tank top that had been discarded too and throws it at her face with perfect aim.
"Hey!" Santana squeals but it's muffled beneath the top.
Brittany just giggles away as she slips on her shirt, "You want to go out for some breakfast with me?"
Santana's heart flips at the question but she can't tell if that's good or not. They've gone out for breakfast before afterwards so what's the big deal?
"Wait, what time is it?" Brittany rambles as she slips into her shorts next, "Can we still get breakfast?"
Santana eases a little because Brittany is just so Brittany. Of course she's thinking about food within the first ten minutes of waking up and that's all that this is. Their thing is supposed to be simple and easy so why the hell is Santana trying to complicate it?
"You can eat breakfast at any time these days," Santana tells her.
Brittany shakes her head and mutters, "So confusing."
"Yeah, it is. We can go though," Santana answers, "But I have to shower first."
Brittany glances over just as Santana finally gets out of bed. Blue eyes drag up and down Santana's bare body with this hungry look which Santana can practically feel until she covers herself up with the sheet.
"You know, I can feel you doing that," Santana points out through her smirk.
"You can feel more of me if you want?" Brittany flirts. Santana just rolls her eyes.
"I thought you were hungry?" Santana challenges with a hand on her hip.
"I am," Brittany husks as she closes the distance and pulls Santana in close.
"For food," Santana clarifies but Brittany just starts to litter her neck with kisses.
"Yeah. We can do that after," Brittany mumbles against Santana's skin. Her breath makes Santana shiver and the sheet falls from her grip and drops to the floor. Now that she's completely exposed, she can really feel that nip in the air.
"Fuck Britt, it's freezing in here."
Brittany pauses and wraps her arms around Santana for warmth, "I'm sorry. I told you this place is a bitch to heat."
"It's a total mood killer," Santana jokes and watches Brittany begin to pout, "Plus I'm pretty sure I just heard your stomach growl."
Brittany looks down between them, "You couldn't wait, could you?"
Santana giggles and starts to pull her towards her bathroom, "Come on. Maybe if you hurry there might be a little somethin' somethin' in it for you."
Brittany beams at the possibility and quickly gets the water going.
\\
They're at the café down the street awhile later and Santana's already on her second cup of coffee. Brittany's still trying to decide between pancakes and waffles while Santana just watches her behind the mug. There's that crinkle between her brows that only pops up when she's in deep concentration and it takes everything in Santana not to reach out and smooth it away.
"What are you getting, San?" Brittany asks for the third time.
"I told you already," Santana chuckles as she snaps out of it, "I go for the same thing. You know that."
"Don't you want to switch it up?" Brittany asks without looking up from the menu. Her pointer finger drags along different menu items while she informs Santana of all her possible choices.
Santana just laughs, "I know what's on the menu, but I like what I like."
"How can you be sure if you've never tried anything else?" Brittany questions.
"I have," Santana assures her, "How about you focus on picking something before the waitress kicks us out?"
Brittany gapes at Santana, "She wouldn't. Would she?"
They both glance over to their waitress who is leaning against the bar giving them the stink-eye.
"I'd like to see her try," Santana says as she glares right back, "But hurry up, I'm starting to get hangry."
It doesn't take much longer after that before Brittany's ready to order and the waitress's spirits are instantly lifted. Also, it's kind of hard for anyone to be annoyed with Brittany. She can charm the pants off of just about anyone.
"So I heard Mercedes is close to getting the revised camera plan from McCallister Security," Brittany tells her like the heist is the perfect topic for small talk in such a public place.
It must be because Santana perks up, "Really? She's fast."
"Yeah she is," Brittany says proudly, "And the blind spot is almost done. Maybe in a few days it'll be ready for a test run?"
Santana's impressed by all the updates, "We're so close to being millionaires. I can almost taste it."
Brittany scrunches her nose, "Money tastes weird."
Santana chuckles as she feels her phone vibrate with a new text. Maybe it's Mercedes alerting her that she's made a breakthrough? That's the only thing that could make her day even better.
Quinn F. – Chairman's Dinner tonight. Got Dani on the list.
Santana smiles devilishly at the text. She's glad she's wrong. Today just keeps getting better and better.
\\
After breakfast – which is more like an early lunch by the time they get to the café – Brittany and Santana go their separate ways. Brittany has a few errands to run while Santana returns to the loft to do a bit of her own work.
At least, she had every intention of doing her own work but by the time she gets back to the loft she's completely beat. Those three cups of coffee kind of had the reverse effect on her because she feels so lethargic now. She also blames Brittany and her magic fingers for keeping her up all night. In fact, she hasn't really had much sleep the past few days since they started sleeping together again because someone always manages to slip into the other's room in the middle of the night.
It's safe to say that not much sleeping happens during those hours. She's definitely not complaining. If she had to lose sleep over something, she's glad it involves Brittany but it does take a toll on her after awhile.
"Hey Santana!" Tina greets as the brunette makes her way through the common area. Her old friend is busy at work at her station, crafting the mock necklace and she's doing a damn good job of it on a closer inspection.
"Wow, great work!" Santana breathes out upon seeing it nearly done.
"Thanks," Tina beams and nods over to Sugar who's sidled up next to Mercedes, watching her work, "I've had to keep my eye on that one. I swear I've caught her wearing it at least twice now."
Santana let's out a sigh and looks to the pickpocket's direction, "Sugar!"
Sugar jolts at the sudden shout and looks up, "What? Why are you yelling?"
"Keep your grubby little hands off of this necklace, got it?" Santana warns, "We're not playing dress up. This is business and if this thing goes missing, so help me God, I'll kick your ass myself."
Sugar rolls her eyes and throws up her hands in defense, "I'm all the way over here. How am I going to – "
"Just don't," Santana cuts her off.
Sugar makes a disgruntled face while Mercedes chuckles to herself.
"Thanks," Tina grins.
Santana just winks.
"Did you and Brittany have a nice time?" She asks next and Santana instantly freezes. Tina isn't looking at her, too focused on her work, while Santana begins to implode.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana asks and her words are lined with suspicion.
Tina finally looks up with a confused frown, "Didn't you guys go for lunch? I was just asking if you had a nice time, why are you being weird about it?"
Santana softens and goes to knead her brows, "Sorry. I'm just a little irritable. I haven't been sleeping much."
"Yeah I can tell," Tina replies looking a little relieved that she was able to avoid confrontation, "Maybe you should lie down or take a bubble bath or something? Help you relax?"
Santana smiles, "That's the best idea you've ever had."
Tina looks a little offended by that as Santana heads upstairs.
\\
Santana feels a little guilty for heading straight back to bed for a nap while Brittany's out working, so she decides to make those couple of phone calls she was supposed to. They suck about an hour and a half out of her relaxation time – who knew banks took personal security so seriously – but at least she's done with them and she can finally get to that bubble bath she promised herself.
Santana decides to really make a moment out of this and lights a couple candles around the bathroom for a bit of ambience while she waits for the tub to fill. It doesn't take long and when Santana slowly dips into the tub, the water feels just right. The bath bomb she used has turned the water a gorgeous swirl of purple dotted with clusters of suds while the aroma of jasmine and rose fill her senses as she relaxes back.
Tina was so right about the bath, Santana feels completely at ease. She wonders why the hell she hadn't done this sooner as she glides her hands through the suds, letting the warm water wash away all her worries. After a moment, she rests her head back and closes her eyes.
Maybe she drifts asleep or maybe only a couple minutes go by when she's suddenly jolted by the sound of her phone ringing. There goes all her peace and serenity as she quickly dries off her hand and grabs for her phone before the call ends.
When she sees it's Brittany calling, some of that peace and serenity restores itself.
"Hey Britt," Santana answers.
"Hi San. So I'm at the shops looking for that thing you wanted me to find but…I can't find it," Brittany rambles and no matter how kind of cute Santana thinks she sounds, she doesn't have the energy to try and figure her out.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about but I'm going to have to get back to you. I'm very busy right now."
"What are you doing?" Brittany sounds like she's pouting.
Santana sighs, "Things. Can you ask Q?"
"Quinn's at work getting ready for that dinner event. What kind of things are you doing?"
Santana can hear the smirk this time but she brushes it off, "Important things, Britt."
"How come I can hear an echo?"
Santana eyes grow wide and she sinks a little in the tub as if it'll eliminate the echo, "I don't hear anything."
"That's totally an echo."
"It's not."
Brittany gasps, "You're taking a bath, aren't you?"
"No!" Santana tries but Brittany's giggling too loud to hear her response, "So what if I am? You're the on that told me to relax so that's what I'm doing."
"Awh, you should've told me. I could've helped," Brittany teases and it makes Santana roll her eyes.
"Do you ever think about anything else?"
"Is that a trick question? You know your fine ass is always on my mind," Brittany says suavely and Santana's so thankful that she's alone in the bathroom because she's sure she's a blushing fool right about now.
"You know, you're partly to the reason why I need this."
Brittany chuckles down the line, "What about me and what I need? I wanna relax with you in a tub too."
The thought of sharing such a confined space with Brittany makes Santana sweat a little. Maybe it's the warmth of the water or maybe it's the prospect of reaching another level of intimacy; regardless, Santana's open to it.
But soon her thoughts are interrupted by an incoming call. When she looks at her screen, a less attractive blonde is there and it makes her huff.
"You're a mess B, but I have to go. Quinn's calling."
"Way to ruin the mood, Quinn," Brittany grumbles playfully, "Can you at least send me a pic? Who knows how long I'll be out here on the hunt for this thing. It'll be the perfect thing to keep me going."
Santana shakes her head, "Goodbye Britt."
"I'm taking that as a yes."
Santana lets out a laugh, "Maybe if you focus, you can hurry up and come home and join me."
"But I'm an hour away!"
"Your loss then," Santana smirks, "Bye Britt."
"Fine. I'm going to remember this later tonight though when you're begging me to – "
Santana swiftly hangs up on Brittany before she gets too flustered to think straight and connects the call with Quinn.
"Hey Fabr- "
"The Ego has landed."
Santana rolls her head back and sighs, "What's with everyone calling me about nonsense? What are you talking about?"
"That's Dani's code name: The Ego."
"You could've done better."
"Whatever. I'm just calling to update you. It looks like her and Rachel are really hitting it off."
Santana scrunches her nose in disgust at the thought, "I can only imagine."
"You talk to Brittany yet about all this? Also, can both of you just try to be a little quieter? I swear, I feel like I'm in the room with you two and I much rather not be."
Santana sighs again, "Buy some earplugs, there are just some things we can't help. And I told you not to worry about Brittany, I'll take care of it."
"So you haven't yet.."
"Obviously not if I just said – "
"Hang on," Quinn cuts her off to listen to something, "I just got word that we have to accommodate for Rachel's impromptu performance. That's a really good sign!"
"Doesn't she always sing at these events?"
"Yes, but a stripped down version of You're the One that I Want? That's not on her usual set list. I bet Dani's going to be her date for the Gala by the end of this."
Santana looks impressed, "Damn. She really does move quick. Protect your ears, Q, I heard she's a wailer."
Quinn just laughs before they say their goodbyes and Santana can finally get back to her peaceful soak. But before she puts her phone away she glances down at the suds slowly starting to fade and decides to snap a teasing photo to send off to Brittany before they completely disappear. She gives the camera a sultry look – one that's known to rile Brittany up in the best of ways – and snaps the picture, giggling to herself as she sends it off.
\\
When Brittany returns to the loft later that night, she makes her rounds greeting the others down stairs. Usually she's up for a bit of chit-chat, but not tonight. Tonight she keeps it brief; just checking in on how everyone's day went before she makes her way up to Santana's room. When she pokes her head in, she finds the brunette lounging in a silk robe on her bed scribbling in a notebook.
"Hey," Brittany greets and the sound of her voice has Santana looking up through long lashes.
"Hi," Santana says back as she closes up her notebook. Her eyes take in the slight blush covering Brittany's cheeks and the way her eyes never quite reach hers, too busy lingering on her lips or the way her robe falls open.
She isn't wearing anything underneath for that exact reason. Brittany's put her in a similar situation once before, but their will powers are much different than it once was. Back then, just imagining what could happen did the trick but not anymore.
Brittany just continues to stare at the stripe of exposed skin as she says, "I got your picture."
Santana quirks her brow at the sound of Brittany's tone. She's already so wrapped up in her daydreaming, she doesn't even notice that she's practically undressing Santana with her eyes.
Santana loves it and goes to reply casually, "So you've said."
"Oh yeah," Brittany chuckles and she actually looks a little nervous, "It was a nice picture."
"Just nice?" Santana asks teasingly.
"Better than nice!" Brittany rushes out, "It was great. My new wallpaper actually."
The slight nervousness in Brittany's tone makes Santana's confidence grow, "Of course it is."
"How could it not be?" Brittany licks her lips as they fall into silence.
Santana's trying her hardest not to laugh at Brittany's obvious arousal and how she's kind of just lingering in the doorway staring like a weirdo. If Santana knew sending a risky photo of her in a bubble bath would cause Brittany to short circuit like this, she would've done it a lot sooner.
She decides to press a little more and let's out a faux sigh, "So can I help you with something or you just going to stand there all night and stare?"
Brittany's eyes finally land on Santana's and it's like a switch has flipped within her. There's that same cocky grin Santana's used to when Brittany asks, "You wanna make out?"
Not the smoothest thing she's heard Brittany say but it makes her swoon nonetheless. She's always loved a girl who knows what she wants and although the teasing is great fun, she also loves when they just get straight to the point.
Santana smirks as she beckons Brittany over with the crook of her finger, "Get over here."
Brittany barely gets the door closed behind her before she's whipping off her leather jacket and Santana's tugging her in by the hem of her shirt. It's like a sigh of relief once she feels Brittany's lips on her after going all day without. She breathes her in while Brittany settles on the bed too and nips at her bottom lip.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Brittany whispers hotly against Santana's lips. She tangles her hands in Santana's hair and feels that it's still a little damp from her bath. It makes her wonder just how long she was in there for and it also makes her want to kick herself for being out later than she thought.
"Oh yeah?" Santana husks as she slips her thigh between Brittany's. She doesn't miss the whimper Brittany lets out and smiles into a searing kiss.
"Mm, yeah," Brittany breathes out, "You looked so sexy in that picture."
Santana smirks and starts to trail wet kisses along Brittany's jawline until she's just below her ear, "You really missed out earlier."
Brittany shivers at the feel of Santana's breath tickling her but the thought of Santana being anything but innocent in that tub really gets her going.
"What'd you do?" She asks.
Santana chuckles lowly and rolls Brittany on her back so that's straddling her hips now. Her robe falls open all the way to reveal that she's only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties.
Brittany's mouth waters as her hand smooths up Santana's toned stomach then drags down the expanse. It makes Santana shudder and she falls to brace herself on one hand. It's the wrong move because now her breasts are very much in Brittany's reach and she knows once Brittany gets to work on them, it's hard for Santana to keep the upper hand.
She still tries valiantly though and flirts back, "Wouldn't you like to know."
Brittany's almost too preoccupied with palming Santana's chest now to even notice she said something, but a hard roll of Santana's hips get her attention again.
"I really, really would," Brittany says before she's taking Santana's nipple into her mouth. Santana instantly grinds her hips into Brittany again at the feel of her tongue on her. Dark blue eyes peek up, mischievous and filled with lust. She alternates from sucking and running her tongue over the hardening bud, loving every little noise Santana lets out.
"Jesus Britt," Santana groans while her hand scratches at the back of Brittany's scalp, holding her there. She's so conflicted because Brittany's mouth feels so good on her, "I was in the middle of seducing you."
Brittany snickers against Santana's breast and kisses her way to the other, making sure she gives them both equal treatment. Her hands splay across Santana's upper back before she sinks her nails in and drags them down. Santana arches at the feel and Brittany sucks harder, marking her.
"Uh-huh," Brittany mumbles half-heartedly.
"Damnit," Santana moans out of frustration again, "I wanted to do you first."
"Shouldn't have these out in the open like this," Brittany mutters against Santana's chest, "You know your boobs are very distracting for me."
"Yeah, I know but…" Santana trails off as she gets lost in the feel of Brittany's hot mouth doing glorious things. For a moment she gets swept up but she's able to shake away the haze and pushes Brittany down roughly.
Brittany cocks a brow at her forcefulness, a smug grin begins to form.
Santana's quick to pin her arms above her head, "I said I wanted to do you first."
"Okay baby," Brittany just relaxes in Santana's grip with this excited smile on her face, "It's hard to argue when you're like this."
Santana's heart skips a beat upon hearing her say baby again. A warmth rushes over her and settles right between her legs before she dips down for a kiss. It gets hot and heavy fast, just like it always does, and soon Santana is pulling at all the offending articles of clothing Brittany still has on.
"Take these off," Santana practically growls.
"You do it," Brittany whispers and Santana just about melts on the spot.
The blonde leans back a little so she can give Santana some room to work at tending to the buttons of her blouse. She can see the hungry look in those beautiful brown eyes, but Santana's careful movements surprise her. She was totally anticipating losing another expensive top to Santana's impatience, but she moves slow and with delicacy until she's able to slide the article off Brittany's shoulders.
"One down," Santana says before she snaps Brittany's bra off with accuracy and drops it on top of Brittany's blouse, "That's two."
Brittany bites her lip as she watches Santana slide off of her lap. Santana's eyes never leave Brittany's as her hands move instinctively to the button and zipper of Brittany's trousers. She begins to tug them down Brittany's long legs along with her panties, slow and sensual. Brittany does the little butt wiggle to offer some assistance but Santana's pretty experienced when it comes to getting Brittany naked, she barely needs any help at all.
Once Brittany's pants joins the rest of her clothes on the floor, Santana settles between strong thighs. She's licking her lips because Brittany's already glistening with arousal and she really just wants to taste.
"You're so wet already," Santana whispers as she leans in closer.
Brittany's watching intently from above. She feels like she's shaking and if she wasn't so turned on by Santana taking control like this, she'd just ask for her tongue and grind away. But she lies still and nods almost wistfully.
"Been like that all day," Brittany informs her.
A shallow gasp escapes Santana as she looks up at Brittany, "All day?"
"Uh-huh."
Santana tuts and lays a wet kiss to the inside of Brittany's right thigh, "Should've come home sooner." She then bites at the sensitive skin there and Brittany whines at the feel. It makes her smirk as she lays another soft kiss there before moving on to Brittany's left thigh, "I could've helped."
Brittany gulps at the sound of her own words being thrown back. She's biting down so hard on her bottom lip that Santana wonders if it'll leave a mark. She's breathing so heavily now and her pretty pink nipples are just begging for Santana's mouth next, but they're going to have to wait their turn. She stays giving the insides of Brittany's thighs all her attention and she knows she's working Brittany up by the way her knees tremble every so often.
Brittany's face is so flushed as she continues to watch Santana work. Santana gains such an ego boost knowing that she's being watched like that so she tests the boundaries and moves a little higher, closer to where Brittany needs her most.
"I can't believe you've been like this all day," Santana mumbles before pressing a kiss just above Brittany's clit. The blonde goes to jut her hips but Santana's hands keep her anchored as she asks, "Can I taste you?"
"You can do more than just taste," Brittany tells her almost pleadingly.
Santana smirks at her reply and doesn't waste another second before she runs her tongue through Brittany's slickness. She hums at the taste while Brittany let's out a moan. God, she loves going down on Brittany. Just everything about her is so sexy; no matter which way she moves her tongue Brittany's canting her hips searching for more.
And Santana gives it to her. She gives her everything she has because that's what Brittany deserves. She deserves to feel so fucking good just like she makes her feel. Santana alternates from flattening out her tongue and making broad strokes to sucking at her clit.
"Fuck Santana," Brittany whines as her thighs tighten around Santana's head. She's got her hand griping at Santana's hair, holding her in place, while she starts to squirm in Santana's hold.
Santana grins and starts to up her pace. Brittany's soaked – like Santana's cheeks and chin is covered in her – and it turns her on so damn much. To be the reason Brittany's so close to losing control – to be the one making her feel like this, there's no better feeling.
"Tongue," Brittany instructs hurriedly, "Give me your tongue."
Arousal shoots down Santana and settles low between her legs upon hearing Brittany's request. She does as she's told, but she keeps Brittany's hips still as best as she can while she dips into Brittany's heat tongue first.
"Yeah, just like that," Brittany sighs contently as she relaxes.
She's trying her hardest to grind into Santana, but the brunette keeps her steady and does the work for her. Soon Brittany's building back up and her hand is threading through Santana's hair again, pulling her in close because she just can't get enough of her.
Santana can tell she's close because her grip gets tighter and tighter and her hips are moving and Santana abandons trying to keep her still. Instead she just focuses on her movements and doing everything she needs to make Brittany feel good. For a split second, Brittany chances a look down and catches Santana's eye. She stares and there's just a glimpse of a smirk before she's throwing her head back and arching off the bed.
"Santana!" Brittany cries out and it's loud. Like Santana's sure the whole loft heard her, but she doesn't have time to focus on that when she's got Brittany clenching and writhing about from a mind-blowing orgasm.
Santana slows her motions down, teasing her with soft flicks of her tongue and tender kisses to her clit, until Brittany's pushing her away. She goes to pull Santana up her body, but her limbs aren't really working. Santana chuckles lightly and does the rest of the work for her.
"You taste good, Britt-Britt," Santana smirks as she licks her lips.
Brittany shivers through a lopsided grin before she pulls Santana in for a heated kiss. She can taste herself on Santana's tongue and it makes her hum lowly.
"You need to do that more often."
"What?" Santana chuckles, settling in Brittany's embrace.
"All of that," Brittany sighs. She rests back against the pillows in a daze, "So hot."
Santana shrugs her shoulder trying to be nonchalant but her cheeks pink at the compliment, "Pretty sure everyone downstairs knows how you feel, talk about me being loud."
Brittany doesn't even look fazed as she sits up a little, "I can't help how my body reacts to you."
Santana laughs out at that, "Clearly."
Brittany only shrugs as she wiggles her thigh between Santana's legs.
Her playful reply fades as she feels just how wet Santana is. She's been so wrapped up in the come down and pillow talk that she didn't notice that Santana's drenched. Brittany hikes her leg up further and Santana bites her lip at how Brittany's strong thigh is pressing so perfectly against her.
She's actually throbbing for Brittany and the blonde knows it.
"Like this," Brittany says with her hands on Santana's hips, rocking her against her thigh.
Santana frowns although it feels so good, "I need more."
"I know," Brittany replies but she keeps Santana's hips grinding against her, "Like this first."
Santana whimpers but complies and rocks against Brittany's thigh, coating her in arousal. She glides easily and the feel of Brittany's hands on her waist, strong and sure, turns her on even more. She tries to adjust herself a little so she can really start to ride her, but Santana's knee bumps against Brittany's still-sensitive center and the blonde's movements stutter at the feel.
Santana notices and does it again. It doesn't take long before Brittany's grinding against her leg too. It's like they're competing to see who will break first as they both roll their hips in perfect rhythm.
The room fills with echoes of their breathless moans and desperate sighs, but Brittany gives up her earlier statement and rolls Santana onto her back. The brunette lands with this sexy groan and Brittany smirks as she sinks into her two fingers deep.
"Fuck!" Santana breathes out.
Her hands reach behind her head for something to hold onto while Brittany pumps into her with these deep strokes. She's hitting all those spots only she can and it's embarrassing how quickly Santana winds up.
Brittany's staring down at her with her lips parted like she's hypnotized by every little moan that escapes Santana. She smiles but it's soft, it's tender, it's too intimate.
Santana's stomach flips while her heart beats harder, faster. Her hand drifts down to feel just how wet Brittany is again. The blonde's motions falter and Santana uses that to slip inside of tight, heat.
"Shit," Brittany sighs and starts roll her hips in time with her pumps, "Come with me."
Santana's too breathless to speak, she just nods. She works hard to keep up with Brittany's pace, curling her fingers to hit that spot that makes Brittany call out her name again.
"Britt," Santana whines as she builds and builds, "I – I'm close."
"Me too," Brittany whispers and it doesn't take too many more thrusts before they're both tensing and riding out that wave.
Santana braces herself as she guides Brittany to her, wrapping her arms around Brittany's shoulders. Her skin shines with sweat and she can feel Brittany's ragged breaths as she settles into the crook of Santana's neck. She presses a kiss to Brittany's shoulder and hugs her tight.
"I get what you mean about being tired," Brittany mumbles a moment later. She turns her head a little and looks up at Santana with this sleepy grin, "I'm beat."
Santana chuckles and tries to reach for the sheets to cover them. They've left the lights on and she kind of regrets that now because she's so close to falling asleep, she's that comfortable in Brittany's arms and so sated.
"Let me get the lights," Santana whispers.
Brittany just hums, her eyes already closed. Santana smiles fondly and slides out from under Brittany to pad across the room to the light switch. It's then that she notices her phone light up with a new text. On her way back to bed she swipes into the new message and sees:
Quinn F. – The song worked! Updating the Gala seating chart now.
Santana grins proudly before discarding her phone and snuggling back under Brittany's arm. There's a content sigh as the blonde pulls her in closer and Santana eases into the embrace.
Fuck a bubble bath, this is how you really relax.
\\
The next day starts off with even more great news.
Mercedes was successful in acquiring the revised camera plan from McCallister Security so now, not only is the blind spot practically done, but they've also got an updated layout of where all the cameras are too. They can basically move around undetected while Mercedes guides them like an all-seeing eye.
With all the great progress they're making and the awesome sex, Santana feels like she's on top of the world!
Sugar and Tina are out grabbing lunch for everyone while Brittany and Quinn gather around Mercedes to check out the new camera plan.
"Woah, they're everywhere…" Brittany points out, "How many did they add?"
"A lot," Mercedes answers, "But I've got access to all of them. I'll see what they see so we won't need to worry about a thing."
Brittany smiles and goes to bump fists with the hacker while Quinn leans in next.
"Oh, did you get my scan of the updated seating chart?" Quinn asks Mercedes.
"Let me see," Mercedes nods and clicks around until the seating chart is brought up on the bigger monitor, "This one?"
The three of them look it over, but Quinn and Mercedes' voices fade as Brittany spots a familiar name. She leans in closer, wondering if her eyes are playing tricks on her because there's no way in hell that what she's seeing is correct.
Right next to Rachel Berry is the name Dani.
Brittany stiffens as everything begins to click. There's literally no possible way that Dani could be there because their social circles aren't even on the same level. There's no way it can be a coincidence either and that probably upsets Brittany the most.
This is an inside job and she knows exactly who the mastermind behind it is.
Quinn watches with this disappointed frown as Brittany works it out on her own in silence. Safe to say, Santana didn't hold up her end of the bargain.
"Santana!" Brittany calls out suddenly as she straightens up. She looks up at Santana's bedroom door, waiting for her to come out.
Quinn and Mercedes can hear the anger in her voice which is so unlike Brittany. They look to each other worriedly before Mercedes says, "She's outside by the rocks."
"Thanks," Brittany huffs before she storms in that direction.
Mercedes' brows rise, "I didn't think she got mad, but damn. She's pissed."
Quinn let's out an exhausted sigh, "Yeah. You don't want to get on her bad side."
Mercedes shakes her head, "What's her problem?"
Quinn has an idea and slumps into the empty seat next to Mercedes, "Just a little lack of communication, I suppose. Can you take me through the camera layout again?"
Mercedes nods and the two of them keep their heads down and get back to work.
\\
Outside, Santana's sitting on a rock smoking a cigarette just watching the waves when she hears gravel crunching behind her. When she turns, she finds Brittany stomping her way over with this scowl on her face. It makes Santana quickly put out the cigarette and hold up her hands in defense.
"I've only had one, I swear!"
Brittany huffs out of annoyance as she stops before her with her hands on her hips, "I don't care about that. What's this about Dani being Rachel Berry's escort?"
Santana's heart drops to the pit of her stomach. She fucking forgot to tell Brittany, fuck! She does her best to recover, but panics and goes with not knowing a thing.
"I don't know?" Santana shrugs, "Maybe she finally realized the whole starving artist thing wasn't a good fit and decided to pimp herself out to annoying celebs?"
Brittany continues to glare, clearly not moved by Santana's acting.
"What? I don't know!"
"Don't lie to me, Santana. I'm not an idiot."
Santana bites her lip at the sound of Brittany's tone. She's really stepped in it this time. She hasn't seen Brittany this pissed in long time and she kind of doesn't know how to handle it. She clearly fucked up, but like – her pride.
She tries to stand her ground but her expression gives her up. She looks to Brittany guiltily and it makes the blonde let out an exhausted sigh.
"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is. Tell me it's not."
"I was going to tell you –"
"Damnit, Santana!" Brittany groans and her hand goes up to press at her forehead, "When? After it was all said and done?"
Santana isn't used to hearing Brittany raise her voice and it kicks her into gear.
"Today, I swear! I've just been a little distracted with the whole," Santana waves to Brittany and the blonde laughs bitterly at the excuse.
"No, don't pin that on me. The sex was your idea."
Santana gasps, "Uhm no. You're the one that jumped me in the garage."
"Yeah, after you put my hand up your skirt."
Santana silences; now she's getting heated too.
Brittany just shakes her head, "Why are you doing this? Why are you involving Dani?"
"Why not?" Santana snaps, "She deserves it."
"You're supposed to leave that up to karma," Brittany dismisses.
"Well the bitch was taking too damn long for my liking. It isn't fair that she's just going about her life as if she didn't nearly ruin mine."
Brittany's taken aback; her eyes roam Santana like she's looking at someone she doesn't recognize. She knows Santana's all about getting even, but she didn't think Santana would ever leave her out of a plan. It's like trust has been broken or something and she hates how it makes her feel.
"You're going to get yourself tangled up with her again," Brittany argues, "I'm not going to stick around and watch it all go to hell just because you're pissed off."
Santana rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, averting her gaze elsewhere. She can't take being called out like this. She can't take how she's made Brittany so angry.
"You frame her and I walk," Brittany says seriously.
Santana's surprised by her words ,"You can't. We're in this together. You're…you're my partner in crime."
"Partner?" Brittany questions behind a bitter laugh, "Partners tell each other things like this, Santana. They communicate! But all you want is revenge and that's going to get us caught."
Santana's shoulders fall a little as she reaches out for Brittany, "We're not getting caught, Britt."
Brittany pushes Santana's hands away and looks out at the water, "I can't believe I fell for this. I'm so stupid."
"Don't say that," Santana frowns, she tries to reach for her again, "She deserves this."
Brittany shakes her head, "Not like this. You don't run a job within a job. That's like Crime 101."
Santana's frown morphs into a grimace. Of all people, she wouldn't have thought Brittany would be the one giving her a grief about including Dani. She would've thought Brittany would be into it, would be down for giving Dani a taste of her own medicine. To see her take this stance now, it frustrates and confuses her.
"She sent me to jail. Jail, Brittany. You have no idea what that's like."
Brittany softens and turns back to Santana, "And you wouldn't either if you would've just let me take care of it."
Santana shies away from the too-tender look Brittany gives her. She can sense where this is going and she much rather have Brittany argue with her about how much of a dumbass she is for not telling her about the side plan.
"I can handle myself," Santana reminds her.
"I know you can. Believe me, I know but I could've helped," Brittany says, "I could've made it disappear and you wouldn't have had to go through that but – I don't know – you just left me behind."
"For fuck's sake," Santana groans like the floodgates of the past have opened up, "Don't. We were joined at the hip! Anything we did, we did together and I didn't want to drag you down with me if shit went sideways."
"What happened to being partners?" Brittany questions, "What happened to it's you and me?"
Santana's jaw tightens. This is where her reasoning for her actions gets a little unclear, because Brittany's right. When Santana decided to leave, it was out of the blue and ever since that day she's been flip-flopping between excuses. She's always avoiding the truth.
"I wanted to be my own person. I already have to deal with the expectations of being Hector Lopez's daughter. I just wanted to be Santana, not Santana and Brittany," Santana explains and she's not completely wrong. But it hurts saying the words aloud, it's like she's sinking her own ship.
She knows her place though, she knows what she can't have and what she can't have is Brittany.
"Since when did you ever want that? You've never expressed wanting to do anything on your own," Brittany asks through her confused expression, "We were great together, like Bonnie and Clyde but like…girls."
Santana lets out another exasperated sigh, "Why are you bringing this up?"
Brittany's equally exhausted, "Because we've never talked about it and I'm tired of pretending that it didn't happen!"
Her words hit Santana like a punch to the gut. This is like her worst nightmare becoming reality but Santana digs in her heels, "It's in the past, Brittany. It has nothing to do with what's going on now. It has nothing to do with Dani becoming Rachel Berry's date."
"Are you kidding? It has everything to do with it," Brittany laughs as she throws up her hands, "You wouldn't have met her if you weren't so stuck on proving a point."
"Oh?" Santana looks to Brittany expectantly, "And what point was that?"
Brittany pauses to regain her composure. She's giving Santana the worst glare Santana's ever seen, but Santana takes that moment to speak up again.
"I left because I wanted something different and you don't get to be mad at me for that."
Brittany shakes her head and says simply, "I don't believe that shit for a second."
Santana throws up her hands next, "You tell me then. Seems like everyone around here knows so much more about myself than I do. So you tell me, Britt: why did I leave?"
Brittany stares back at Santana and it's like she's trying to decide whether or not she wants to hold back. She's known Santana for years and the one thing she's certain about is that the girl is a runner. At the first sight of someone caring about her, she bolts so Brittany has had to find the balance of caring but not too much that it scares her off.
But she doesn't know if Santana's ready to hear that just yet.
"You didn't want something different. You wanted someone different. You wanted the complete opposite of me," Brittany says instead, "And that was Dani."
"There's that Grade-A Pierce Confidence again," Santana quips with the clap of her hands, "Thinking it's always about you. Well it's not and you're wrong."
"She didn't give a shit about you and you loved that," Brittany presses.
Santana avoids Brittany's critical gaze and looks out at the waves, "She had a plan. We were struggling, you remember? We were stuck doing shitty cons and I wanted something bigger and she had it. I'm a con-artist, of course I'm going to go with her."
"And you just so happen to come up with that the night after we slept together?" Brittany asks.
Santana stiffens. This really is her worst nightmare coming to reality.
"What are you talking about?" Santana plays it coy as she turns back to face Brittany, "We always slept together."
Brittany crosses her arms and takes a step closer to Santana, "That night was different."
"What night?"
Brittany narrows her eyes, "Don't make me spell it out for you, Santana. You know what I'm talking about."
And Santana does, it was the greatest and worst night ever. A night she's tried to push away but can't ever forget.
"Seven years ago," Brittany begins, "We just finished up with the Schuester Dealership job. It was our first with lifting cars and you were so nervous about it because it was your dad's thing, not yours."
Santana remembers the night clearly, remembers every single feeling. She remembers the nerves. She remembers Brittany being there for her every step of the way. She remembers the sex in the back of the Fastback afterwards.
"You were great though, a natural, and we came back to the loft with that bottle of Clicquot and churros. Remember? We called it our classy combo," Brittany giggles but her smile falters, "We got super drunk on expensive champagne and your kisses tasted like cinnamon sugar. Then while we were having sex on the poker table you stopped and told me you loved me."
The hairs at the back of Santana's neck stand on end, "No. No, I didn't."
She can't own up to those words that slipped out of her so easily that night, she can't put herself in that position to be hurt, to be heartbroken. What she has with Brittany is supposed to be simple and easy, they're not supposed to be tangled up with love.
"Yeah, you said that back then too," Brittany replies and her expression is unreadable, "You blamed it on the alcohol and I let you do that. I tried to tell myself that you were just high on the thrill of things, you didn't mean it. We were just partners in crime who occasionally slept together, no real feelings there. Right?"
Santana swallows dryly. She wishes she could just melt into the ground or that Brittany would forget everything from that night and they could go about their lives. It's the most embarrassment she's ever felt and now here Brittany is trying to dissect it all.
"Right," Santana nods but the word sounds foreign to her.
"I remember how you downplayed the hell out of it the next morning and then you were gone. You started to push me away and I thought our thing was ruined. I thought maybe it really was the alcohol talking and then what you said to Quinn the other week about love…it all makes sense now," Brittany frowns, "Kind of. I guess I still don't really understand. Why would you say that if you didn't mean it?"
"People say stupid things when they're drunk," Santana lies, "It's not a new concept."
"Of course," Brittany says as she looks out at the water. The tide must be coming in now as waves crash on the rocks, sending spray into the air.
Santana wants to run, run far far away but she's stuck in her spot. She doesn't know what to say, she's never been called out like this and she's honestly terrified of the truth coming out. She rather just push those feelings away than to embrace them, because what if she's the only one who has them?
What if Brittany is pressing so hard because she wants to cut and run? They have a good thing as is, why complicate it?
"You should've forgotten about it. Moved on," Santana says like it's simple, "That's what I did."
Brittany looks up at her, like really looks at her and asks, "Did you though? Look where you are, Santana. You came right back here, right back to me. Do you even know why you did that?"
Santana softens for a split second like there's a crack in her walls. She speaks truthfully, "This is the closest I have to home. I feel safe here. I feel safe with you."
Brittany's baffled and she looks like she's about to either laugh or cry.
"Don't you see how fucked up that is? The teasing and the flirting is one thing, but you can't say something like that and expect me to believe you don't have feelings for me. Not a single one?"
"God Britt, I don't know! Okay?" Santana shouts, "Is that what you want to hear? I don't fucking know."
"Honestly, no it isn't what I want to hear," Brittany replies evenly, "You do risky things all the time but when it's your heart on the line, you just run away and I don't get it. Why won't you just be honest with me for once?"
Santana takes a step back. She needs space or air or something. It's like she can't breathe with the way Brittany's staring at her so expectantly. What she's asking of her, she makes it sound like it's so easy to do. To just wear your heart on your sleeve and put yourself out there.
Santana can't do that.
"I don't know what you want me to say. Do you want me to apologize?" Santana asks, "You've known me for years, you knew what you were signing up for."
Brittany looks hurt by her words as she takes a step back too. She shakes her head and looks down at the ground and it's in that moment that Santana realizes she might've just ruined this beyond repair.
"You know what? It doesn't matter now," Brittany says simply, "You've always been too focused on the heist to see anything else so why change now, right? This isn't about us anyway. This is about you and your vendetta."
What surprises Santana more than Brittany's words is the fact that she turns her back and begins to head towards the loft.
"Don't walk away from me," Santana finds herself saying.
Brittany rounds on her, "Why? Doesn't feel good, does it?"
Santana softens. Her hand itches to reach out for Brittany's, to tug her back and apologize but she's too damn stubborn for her own good. She doesn't know where to begin, there's so much she needs to say but hasn't.
"You're letting your need for revenge cloud your judgement," Brittany tells her, "You're so smart but you're being such a dumbass right now. Dani's going to send you to jail again."
"She's not," Santana urges and this time she actually does reach out for Brittany.
The blonde looks down at Santana's fingers wrapped around her wrist and she pauses there like she's trying to remember how it feels to be touched by her. When their eyes connect it's like Santana's trying to say everything she can't, but it's not enough this time.
"I can't do this, Santana," Brittany says solemnly as she slips out of Santana's hold, "I think this should be our last job together."
A/N - This was way angstier than I intended but that's pretty on-brand for me. Also, it was about time for Brittany to pop off. As always, thank you for all the big luv this story has been getting! A special s/o to yourstreetserenade who always comes through with these great nuggets that I can craft a scene around. In this chapter, she supplied the line: "You do risky things all the time but when it's your heart on the line, you just run away and I don't get it" which I based the entire argument on. So cool!