I love your cocky mob boss!Brittnay in fbi and Colombian cartel prompt, would love to see more from that verse. May be Santana really has become Brittany's bodyguard(and more) after the kidnapping incident?

"The perimeter is secured." Santana said with authority as she walked into Brittany's suite back at the mansion. She slipped off her aviator shades and slipped them into the pocket of the black button up tshirt she wore.

"Awesome." The blonde beamed from where she sat at the base of the window overlooking the ocean. The setting sun filled the room with deep yellows and shades of orange making the room look warm and tropic, but Santana's attention was possessed by the most beautiful pair of blue eyes that cut straight through her and chilled her skin. Brittany shut the book she had been reading, setting it down beside her, and placed her feet back on the ground, "Took you long enough."

The brunette just rolled her eyes playfully and crossed her arms, "I would've been here sooner if your men didn't suck so bad at following simple directions. I honestly don't know how you survived out here so long when they can barely protect themselves."

"You're so sexy in your new uniform.." Brittany sighed, staring at the brunette longingly.

"I'm glad one of us likes it, I feel like I'm baking in this." Santana grumbled, unbuttoning a couple of her buttons much to Brittany's delight, "Anyway, your guys are completely incompetent."

"Which is why I just had to have you." Brittany smirked coolly, closing the distance between her and Santana. The air between them grew hot as Santana resisted the urge to let her eyes wander up and down the blonde who was only wearing a silk robe, "I knew you'd be perfect."

The brunette had gotten a little better at covering her obvious arousal whenever Brittany flirted with her, but sometimes her body just didn't listen, "Don't think that sweet talking me is going to make up for kidnapping me, Brittany."

"I only did that because you were hurt and it was my men that hurt you and just couldn't walk away knowing that I just left you there." Brittany reasoned but Santana still tried her hardest to seem like she regretted staying with the blonde.

"You could've left me there. You could've just left me and got away."

"Well, I did both."

"Why? Why would you do that for me? You know how many years I was going to lock you up for?"

"Hey, I gave you the choice to go back if you wanted to."Brittany said sternly noticing Santana's sudden mood change, "There would've been no consequences aside from my broken heart." Santana sputtered out a laugh and shook her head at Brittany's dramatic pout and the way her hands grasped at her chest. Brittany smiled at the fact that she could get past some of Santana's walls and professional exterior then reached for her hands, "You can still leave whenever you want to, Santana. I'm not going to hold you prisoner."

The former Special Agent's smile softened at Brittany's genuine honestly and how good it felt to have her hands on her skin, "You would let me go even after showing me where you hide out? You aren't afraid of me turning you in?"

"I'm not afraid." Brittany answered easily though her smile vanished and her blue eyes dimmed, "I said that I like you and I don't say that to many people. So I'd love for you to stay here with me but if you don't want that, if you don't want to be with me, then I won't make you stay."

Santana watched Brittany turn away from her and make her way back to the window sill. She frowned at hunched shoulders and that far away look on the blonde's normally sexily smug face. The thing was that Santana loved her job with the FBI, she felt important and she was great at what she did. But then Brittany came along and something happened inside her, she was compromised. She no longer valued doing the right thing when it clashed with following her heart and lately, her heart keeps pointing her in Brittany's direction.

She might've felt important with the force, but with Brittany she felt wanted and cared for.

If she left, she knew she wouldn't turn Brittany even though the blonde is pretty high up on the Most Wanted list. She couldn't imagine betraying someone who personally saw to it that her gunshot wound healed okay, who waited by her side day in and day out until she was able to sit up on her own, who protected her and kept her out of harm's way while she was recovering.

"I want to stay." Santana breathed, but her voice was carried off by the sea breeze. Brittany turned to her confused as to what she said, so Santana stepped closer, "I'll stay here with you."

"Really?" She asked out of disbelief, her eyes filling with hope and her smile widening.

"Yeah, I want to." Santana nodded confidently. The blonde was beyond relieved and curled her arms around the girl's waist, pressing her cheek to a tone stomach. Santana almost stumbled into Brittany at her sudden affection, but she found that she fit perfectly between Brittany's legs. The brunette smiled as she felt the blonde exhale against her then moved her hands to the back of Brittany's head and tangled fingers into blonde locks, "I just can't imagine someone trying to hurt you or you're in danger and me not being there to protect you. I would be no use to them if I go back, because I'll constantly be thinking about you."

"Santana.." Brittany cooed and tilted her head up to see the setting sun reflect in brown eyes.

"So if I'm going to stay I'm going have to change a few security procedures." Santana said, clearing her throat of all the emotions she feels when Brittany looks at her like she can see right through her.

Brittany smirked at the sudden change and pulled away as she smoothed down Santana's thighs, the black slacks rough against her palms, "You're in charge, baby, you do whatever you need to."

The dull ache that throbbed between Santana's thighs increased at the sound of the blonde calling her that one special name again. She also loved the way Brittany could hand over her power so easily and made her feel like she was the one in control when she knew she wasn't. It was just a game she like to play with the brunette, but she sure did love it when the girl got assertive.

Santana caved as Brittany's hands continued to roam up and down the backs of her legs, "Whatever, huh?"

"Mhmm, just tell me what you want me to do." Brittany smirked up at her in that playfully submissive tone as her hands reached higher and found purchase on Santana's ass.

"You know what I like about you, Brittany?" Santana husked, evening out the playing field as she lowered her hands to Brittany's jaw, caressing the hinge of it with her thumb, "Even if I do tell you want to do, I know you'll never do it."

Brittany chuckled sexily, easily falling back into her usual persona, as she stood up and pressed her body flush against Santana's, "And I think you secretly like when someone tells you what to do, Miss Lopez." Santana's heart raced at the utter sex appeal that oozed off the blonde and couldn't help but close her eyes as she felt soft lips pressing against the corner of her mouth, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Santana's mind went blank as she reveled in the feel of Brittany's breath on her skin and her lips so close to hers, but she quickly snapped out of it when the blonde grabbed at her ass causing her to rock into her hips.

"Answer me, baby."

"Y-yeah."

"I thought so." Brittany grinned darkly and walked off towards the bathroom, hips swaying deliciously. Santana stood still, eyes hypnotized until Brittany's laugh caught her attention, "Come on, you can't guard my body from out there." Santana's body jolted forward and quickly followed her into the bathroom, "And get out of those clothes too, we don't want to get your new uniform wet now do we?"

Santana's face flushed at the sight of Brittany unabashedly shrugging out of her robe, the silk garment pooling around her feet. Lust filled brown eyes slowly took in smooth skin and toned legs and small tattoos and licked her lips, "God, I love my job."