Pairing: (AU) Brittany Pierce & Santana Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3K
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its affiliated places.
A/N: I'm so glad to see all the positive feedback for the first chapter, so many favorites/follows/reviews! Originally this was going to be a two-shot when I first came up with the idea, but I think I'll make it just a little more than that now. And I'm not going to make the chapters super long, so hopefully they'll come out more frequently. Enjoy chapter two!
For the past two weeks Brittany has become well known around the gym. She'd made friends with Blaine relatively quickly while Santana wasn't around and even got a lesson in boxing from him once. She also started talking to Tina and Mike, a happy Asian couple and yoga and dance instructors respectively. Brittany and Mike hit it off really well, talking mainly about dance and he invited her to help out a few times during the past week, which she eagerly agreed to.
If Brittany wasn't at the gym with Puck, then she came with Rachel, or if not, Quinn. She'd grown closer to the other blonde, having swapped numbers and met for coffee once now and learned a bit more about each other. Brittany thought Quinn was really nice, and certainly not bad to look at, especially in the locker room.
Sam had taken a big liking to her, and Brittany didn't mind, she enjoyed the way the brunette paid special attention to her and coached her on days Puck wasn't around to make up a routine. Of course sometimes there were some wandering hands as Sam helped Brittany find a better position on the machine, but it was all in good fun.
The only person Brittany didn't really interact with was Santana. But it didn't bother her much, because she always felt those dark eyes on her body, causing her skin to prickle and insides to warm. They'd catch each other's eyes now and again, trade smiles and shit eating grins.
Today, Brittany decided to venture to the gym by herself for once. It was midday on Sunday and she figured most of her friends had plans. She waved hello to the girl behind the reception desk and headed straight to the lockers to change. She was back on the floor in record time and jumping on an elliptical to get warmed up. It hadn't been but five minutes when a voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Hey Britt!"
The blonde did a double take, bright blue eyes meeting hazel before she realized- "Quinn?!" No way! This chick had pink hair!
The other giggled bashfully, tucking a stray lock behind her ear, "Yeah it's me…"
"Seriously?" Brittany giggled. "Why the pink hair, huh?"
"Well I let it slip to Rachel that in high school I went through a rebellious phase, which included some poor decisions as well as a bad pink dye job. Long story short she dared slash bet me I wouldn't do it again. So here I am," she flourished a proud smirk.
Brittany gave her a high five, saying, "You look totally badass!"
"Thanks," she let out an airy laugh before hopping off her own elliptical machine.
Brittany followed her with her eyes. "I wish I had known you in high school. I'd love to know what other rebellious things you got yourself into."
Quinn gave a wide, wicked smile, saying, "Well, to upset my Christian parents I may have brought home a girl or two every now and again." Brittany waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "The pink hair didn't last for long, but other things stuck." Quinn said with a wink.
Brittany giggled softly, biting on her lip to keep from commenting.
"I was just finishing up, so I'm gunna hit the showers and head home. What are your plans?"
"Oh, well I just got here. I wanted to see how far I could push myself today."
Quinn nodded, "Alright, we'll have to hang out sometime soon though. Another coffee?"
"Definitely!" Brittany agreed with a bright smile.
As Quinn walked off, Brittany popped her ear buds in, eyes raking over her friend's firm backside.
Just as Brittany was slowing down and getting ready to move on to her actual exercise for the day a familiar brunette came up alongside her, saying, "Hey there."
Brittany turned her head and smiled sweetly, "Hi Sam! Are you free for a bit?"
"For you? Always." Brittany gave a good natured laugh and nudged the woman's shoulder as she stepped past her. "I do have a client coming in a half an hour though."
"No problem. What do you suggest first?"
"Hm, well, I haven't seen you do any thigh work lately," Sam suggested, her eyes trained on the dancers toned legs.
"Sounds good to me, c'mon." In natural Brittany fashion, she hooked her arm around the brunette's, leading her towards the large back room with the equipment. Her eyes instantly sought out the far corner and Brittany was pleased to see Santana and Blaine working yet again with the punching bag.
When Santana looks up at Blaine for a split second a flash of a blonde ponytail catches her eye and she smirks seeing Brittany, but soon it changes to a scowl once recognizing her company. Blaine grunts out a, "Jeeze San, no need to get crazy," as her punches slam more forcefully against the bag.
Brittany catches this in her peripheral vision and has to stifle a giggle. Sam takes her by the shoulders and guides her over to an inner/outer thigh machine. Brittany flashed the trainer a bright smile as she situates herself on the seat, legs between the pads, wiggling until she was comfortable.
"We'll start with a low weight, don't wanna strain you right off the bat," Sam suggested with a wink.
"No problem!" She watched as Sam adjusted the weights, and tightened her blonde ponytail, peeking towards the Latina from the corner of her eye. She notes that mocha orbs were focused intently on her and the brunette trainer.
"Alright Britt, let's get you going."
The blonde hummed lightly, leaning back against the seat for comfort. The machine was set up so that as Brittany spread her legs outwards, she was pushing against the pads and forcing the bars to the sides. Because of the low weight the motion was easy for the dancer, it was just to get used to the motion. And maybe to tease a certain Latina.
Santana's gaze was unable to focus on the bag in front of her like it should be. Instead she was distracted by milky white thighs spreading and closing, giving her a glimpse every now and again of exactly where Santana wanted to be most. She moistened her lips and dug her teeth into her lip before throwing a punch and grunting.
Brittany was not oblivious to the Latina's leering, feeling every time those dark eyes traveled along her body. It gave her shivers and she had to bite back her grin. Sam upped the weight a bit and the blonde actually had to try to spread her legs.
After a while she was breaking a sweat and grunting softly with the efforts. Sam laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and Brittany looked up behind her, panting lightly. "Why don't we change it up?"
"Sure," she exhaled. Brittany stood on shaky legs, leaning a hand up against the mirror. She caught her breath as Sam fiddled with the machine.
When Brittany sat again, she started in the spread position, the pads pressed against her inner thighs. With the machine setup this way she had to squeeze her thighs together for the exercise to work. Brittany wiggled in the seat for a moment, getting her butt comfortable.
"Whenever you're ready go at it, Britt. I've gotta get goin soon, but I wanna make sure I see you doin this right."
The blonde nodded and sucked in a deep breath before starting the motions. The weight was higher now but she didn't mind. Sam was murmuring 'good' under her breath. Brittany was aware there were many ways to do this wrong, a lot of people used their knees instead of their actual thighs, but Brittany couldn't take that risk with her injury, not that she wouldn't do the exercise correctly in the first place.
She tilted her head back and kept her eyes closed as she focused on the burn in her thighs. Already there was a fine sheen of sweat collecting on her chest, abdomen and forehead, and she was quick to wipe her brow with the back of her hand. Moments later there was hot breath in her ear and she stuttered in her motions, "I have to go now, but keep up the good work." And Sam gave a squeeze to her shoulder before leaving to get ready for her client.
Brittany watched her go for a bit, before the sensation of being watched crept over her and her attention was yet again pulled to the corner. Santana was doing pull-ups on the bar, but her eyes were boring straight into Brittany's now. They were dark and ablaze with something the blonde related to hunger, that deep, carnal, passionate hunger. So Brittany merely flashed a bright smile and continued her workout.
Albeit a bit more teasingly than before. She was sure to over exaggerate her facial features, making them similar to those she'd be more likely to make in bed with another person. She very much enjoyed the way Santana reacted. The Latina was vigorously lifting and dropping herself, eyes wide but focused solely on Brittany.
The blonde paused in leg work and panted heavily (more so than necessary) tilting her head to the side and trailing her fingertips over her collarbones, the sides of her neck, before burying them into her damp hair and re-doing her ponytail.
When there was a thud, she subtly looked in Santana's direction to see she was no longer doing pull- ups. She was stalking straight out of the room. Once she was gone, Brittany couldn't hold back a pleased giggle.
After another ten minutes of working on her thighs Brittany wipes herself down with a small towel and heads to the cardio room for a warm down. Within seconds she realized Santana is on a treadmill, practically sprinting on the machine.
Brittany hides a grin behind her towel before sauntering up to the one next to her and starting off at a brisk walk. After a quarter mile, she turns to the other woman, saying, "Hi Santana, I feel like we haven't talked in forever."
Santana clenched her jaw and focused forward, nodding to show she'd heard the blonde, but not bothering to give any other response. Brittany gave the slightest of pouts when she realized the Latina wasn't going to say anything else. With a huff Brittany upped the speed and incline.
Less than five minutes later Santana was shutting down her machine and walking off. Brittany followed her with her eyes, admiring the swing of her hips, but noticing she was quite stiff as she fled the scene. Furrowing her eyebrows, Brittany upped the speed again until she was jogging away her frustration with the Latina. She'd figured this would have been the push Santana needed to make a move on her. But apparently not.
Brittany had continuously upped her speed until she was sprinting as fast as Santana had been when she'd first seen her on the machine. She'd been at such a rate for a few minutes, when suddenly her knee starting locking up and she quickly (and carefully) jumped off the machine before she could hurt herself further. "Crap," she whined, bending her knee only to find the motion limited.
Brittany sat on the edge of the trainer's table feeling almost nervous about the fact that she was now in a secluded room alone with this woman. Sam was nice, that she was very aware of. But the short-haired brunette was also undeniably attracted to Brittany; anyone with eyes could see it. But Brittany just didn't feel anything back, she knew that. So she nervously watched as Sam walked around her work station, gathering what she needed to help ease the pain in Brittany's knee.
The room was actually very large but there was a dividing patrician put up separating it into two smaller offices so that more than one person could be treated at the same time while administering some sort of privacy.
With a soft sound of triumph, Sam turned around to face Brittany with a wide grin. The blonde gave a small smile in return, knowing that it wasn't the grin she wanted to see; she wanted that lopsided, toothy, 'I know I'm hot shit' kind of grin that she'd seen on a certain fiery Latina one too many times.
Sam sat herself on a stool in front of the blonde, patting the space between her thighs, Brittany took the silent demand, and gingerly placed her foot there. The brunette giggled warmly, when she placed her hand gingerly on the dancer's calf and felt the tense muscles beneath her fingers.
"Relax, Britt, by tensing your muscles you can only make this worse on your body."
The blonde huffed in frustration and fell backwards, laying herself on the table in an effort to relax herself. Sam's gentle fingers worked into the tight muscles of her calf until she finally managed to relax. Brittany closed her eyes, exhaling deeply to try and keep her composure, no freaking out and accidently kneeing the woman in the face. But Sam took the noise as a sigh of pleasure, and smirked to herself, fingers teasing their way up towards Brittany's damaged knee with purpose.
Brittany clenched her eyes, knowing that whatever touches to the tender area of her knee would have her hurting. This was not a fun visit to Sam in her office, this was so that she wouldn't damage herself any further than she already had.
"How long were you on the treadmill today before coming to me?"
Brittany opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling in thought. "Ten minutes?"
"Have you had any strenuous activity since the accident?"
"Just some jogging.. working out here, but mainly upper body.."
"Anything else?"
Brittany sighed before admitting, "And helping Mike with a few dance classes through the week."
Sam clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in response, "That wasn't the best thing to do, Brittany."
The blonde almost rolled her eyes at the near condescending tone, before muttering, "Yes, I'm aware, Samantha."
A chuckle in response, "C'mon, Britt, I didn't mean it like that. You know what I meant." The dancer shrugged, bringing her hands to rest beneath the back of her head. "I need to test the flexibility of the joint, so just a few simple movements before we continue, alright?"
Brittany nodded, and let her leg be worked by the professional into different positions. She winced and declared her pain with soft yelps and whines when her knee was contorted in ways that had pain shooting up her thigh or down to her foot. Sam would utter quiet apologies for each movement that hurt her.
Soon after, Sam had an ice wrap on the dancer's joint and was carefully kneading the flesh. There were a few grunts of disapproval from Brittany at times, but she was doing her best to work with the woman. At some time they had shifted, Brittany scooting further up, her knee bent, foot flat on the table and Sam leaning over her slightly, helping her bend the joint at different intensities.
Brittany wasn't sure how: but innocent, professionalism turned into wandering hands, and kisses. And then Sam's hand was in her panties and they were heavily making out to the point where Brittany was having trouble keeping quiet. Brittany knew she didn't have strong feelings for the woman, but she was also desperate to relieve the ache that had been building inside of her from the moment she joined this gym.
The blonde moaned appreciatively, tugging on dark locks to pull the other closer as lithe fingers worked a steady rhythm inside of her. Sam separated their mouths, pulling away to take a deep breath, gasping, "Fuck, Britt," her lips dropped to kiss and nip along that dancer's neck and shoulder, "You're so good, baby."
The blonde clenched her jaw, chose to ignore the pet name, and lifted her hips signaling for more. Sam eagerly responded, and Brittany's lips parted in a long moan. One that Sam had to quickly cut off with her lips, but she couldn't keep Brittany silent for long. Her moans were muffled and quiet now, though, no one outside of the conjoined offices could hear them.
"Ung.. Sam, I—" Brittany was trying to warn the girl, tell her that her orgasm was approaching rapidly, but nothing was quite coming out right. "Sam-tana!"
It wasn't until Brittany was coming down from her almost sudden orgasm that she took in Sam's creased brow, and slight frown. Brittany blinked up at the woman and then it hit her right in the gut like several tons of bricks. She had cried out half of someone else's name when she climaxed. Oh God. That was incredibly embarrassing.
"I," Brittany started, and Sam raised her eyebrows, obviously expecting a very good explanation. But Brittany cut herself off, holding her breath. Her blushing cheeks burned a bright red, and then down to her chest was changing color as well from lack of oxygen. A second later Brittany was scrambling off the table and crying out, "I'm so sorry, Sam, but I need to leave. I'm sorry!"
The blonde tripped over herself as she adjusted her shorts and stumbled out of the door. She rounded a corner, smacking her palm to her forehead, and trying to catch her breath.
"Fuck… Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered to herself, clenching her eyes shut to try and block out all the problems she inevitably just caused. She slapped her hands to the wall behind her, letting out a groan of frustration before pushing away and stalking to the locker room.
She didn't even bother washing off the grime of her workout, merely packed up her things and rushed out of the gym, avoiding eye contact with any member or faculty. Outside in her car she fiddled with her cellphone, deliberating whether or not to call her doctor and setup that knee surgery. At least it would keep her away from the gym for a while..
Well! I'm sure that came as a surprise to a few of you. I love hearing back from everyone, so let me know if you liked it or hated it~ I'll try to have the next chapter up soon. Au revoir for now (: