Could you please write a prompt as to how one or both of them popped a hip? For science and preventative research of course...
"Come on, San, please?" Brittany batted her lashes and worked her adorable pout; Santana never stood a chance.
"We're just ten minutes away from home, can't you just-"
Santana was cut off as Brittany leaned across the middle console, hand cupping Santana's warm cheek and tongue gliding against hers easily. The brunette shuddered as Brittany kissed her wet and sloppy before pulling away, eyes half lidded and shook her head, "I want you now."
Santana gulped at the lust in Brittany's eyes, heart racing and body shaking. She couldn't deny Brittany sexy times, that was just something she wasn't capable of. Actually, telling Brittany no at all was something she wasn't capable of. So she veered off to the side of the road and shut the car off, "We have to be quick. I don't want some cop finding me with my hand down your pants."
"But your hand won't be down my pants?" Brittany said innocently.
"Oh. Oh!" Santana blushed, "Should we go in the back seat?"
"Mhmm, there's no space for what I want to do to you up here." Brittany husked. Santana's jaw dropped and quickly went to work crawling her way to the backseat. "Take'em off, baby." Brittany smirked, eyeing Santana's jeans while she undid hers. So Santana did, kicking off her jeans then pulling at Brittany's all while they giggled and traded hungry kisses.
Once Brittany had Santana pressed against the door, hands roaming her body, Brittany lifted Santana's leg and attempted to straddle the other. Santana felt the tiniest bit of pressure given the awkward position and bit her lip.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Santana asked breathlessly, hands shooting up to still Brittany's hips.
"This." She smirked and began rocking against Santana, their centers bumping at the perfect spot.
"We can't scissor in here, Britt, there's no- ugh!" Santana moaned, pleasure somewhat cancelling out the pain, as she knocked her head back against the window.
Brittany kept rocking, quickening the pace as she grew closer and closer until-
"Ah, fuck! Britt!" Santana yelped, her hands tightening on Brittany's hips. Brittany continued, mistaking Santana's whine for her usual sounds she makes during sex. "Britt, my hip! Stop, stop!"
"Oh!" Brittany gasped, stopping her movements immediately once she realized Santana was in pain. She slid off Santana, still heavy breathing and incredibly turned on, wiping the hair from Santana's sweaty forehead tenderly, "Baby,are you okay? What's wrong?"
Santana closed her eyes, "I-I think I popped my hip.."