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"Santana this is crazy!"
"Don't you think I know that?! It's not going to change my mind though."
Rachel sighed. "You know what she's capable of, she almost killed you once. Now you're gonna give her another chance willingly?"
The Latina sighed and rubbed her temples. "This isn't a choice, I have to do this. I know what I'm getting into but I'm not letting her get the best of me. She expects this fear to win and cause me to back out but I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of getting what she wants. She's already spent way too long doing that, it's time someone put that bitch in her place and that person is gonna be me."
"Rachel's right Santana. I support you in everything else but this is pure crazy. Cassandra is insane and you're willingly getting behind the wheel just to prove to her that you're the better driver?" Kitty agreed with Rachel from across the room.
"Yeah but it's a lot more than that. This is Santana's way of showing her that she didn't win when she shot her." Quinn argued, sharing a small smile of agreement with her best friend.
"So? That doesn't change the fact that this is Cassandra we're talking about. You now this isn't safe Quinn!"
"Tina-"
"She's got a point Miss. Fabray." Roz cut in before turning to Santana. "You should have known better than anybody to think about something this big before saying yes. What was going through your head?"
Santana sighed feeling a headache coming on quicker than she would have liked. "I don't know but I don't regret it. Whether you like it or not I said yes – without hesitation. I'm doing this for me and that bitch is going to find out that she messed with the wrong fucking street racer."
And with that she got up and stormed out of the room, tired of the same back and forth that had been going on between all of them for the past half an hour. She'd frankly had enough of it and no matter how much they tried to convince her this was a bad idea she wasn't backing out. She'd made her choice the day Cassandra confronted her and all this was doing was wasting time. It felt like an intervention and she was sure that if she had to stay in that room with them for a few minutes longer she would have surely punched someone and considering the good place she was at with the entirety of Letty's crew right now (Blaine, Kurt, Kitty, Shelby and Holly included) she really didn't want to punch the people she considered friends.
Brittany sighed and rubbed at her forehead before standing up knowing that there wasn't any chance at all that Santana would be coming back out, even with all of her own personal methods of convincing. That meant that they would have to drop this and talk about it at another time. She understood their anger and their worry, she really did, but she'd talked it out at length with Alma and she knew that fighting Santana on this was the last thing the Latina needed. If she was going to race Cassandra and beat her she needed her head screwed on straight and all the support she could get. Doing this just wasn't helping anyone, especially Santana.
"Guys, there is probably no way she's coming back out so I think I need to just tell you something right here and now."
"What is it Britt?" Rachel asked, raising a worried eyebrow at her best friend.
Walking over to the space beside Roz and Matt at the front of the room Brittany crossed her arms over her chest. "I know for a fact that I was exactly where you all were, or at least some of you." She said, directing her gaze specifically to Quinn and Marley, the two women already making it known from the start that they were backing Santana up on this. "But we can't change her mind. I know my girlfriend enough to know that no matter what you do or try to say she won't back down. It's part of the reason why she's such a good wheel-woman. When she told us about her plan she was so sure of it and even though no one backed her up on it from the start except Roz and Matt she still went for it. I'm not saying just completely ignore her but two people backing her up on this isn't enough this time, not with what's at stake."
"Who's the second person other than you?" Dani asked.
"Her abuela. We talked about it and she told me something that I think you all need to hear. This race isn't just any race, it's against the meanest bitch that any of us has ever met. Alma told me that she was angry too and a little worried but we can't change her mind, we need to be behind Santana on this. I could understand if it was something small but this really isn't. It's big and I'm sure that if she was actually a part of the crew you would all be there for her no matter what and not fighting her on it. What I'm asking is that you put aside whatever doubts you have about this and think about giving her your support – if only for this one night. You know she can beat her behind the wheel, she just needs a chance to prove that, to herself and all of you, and she can't if you tell her no from the start."
"I think that Britt has made a valid point. I've got Santana's back on this but I think everybody else needs to take some time and think and consider what this really means not only for us as a crew but for Santana as a person. Come on, let's go. We all have some thinking to do."
With Letty's final word everybody stood up. They started saying goodbye to Brittany and once Letty was the only one left she pulled the blonde into a tight hug.
"I'm proud of you Britt. Keep her sane ok? She's gonna need it going up against that mal perra."
Brittany chuckled at her 'creative' use of Spanish as she hugged her back. "I will."
"Good. If you need anything, or someone to talk to for that matter, just call me ok?"
"Yeah."
"Ok then. I'll see you tomorrow Britt."
"Bright and early."
"I wouldn't expect anything else. Tell Santana I said goodbye ok?"
"I will. Night Letty."
"Night Britt."
Brittany watched as Letty made her way across the bridge over the pool and as soon as she had closed the gate, Brittany hearing the sound of engines roaring to life and then leaving, she turned around and headed back into the house heading straight to the bedroom. She had a funny feeling that Santana wasn't in the best of moods, a headache surely now taking precedence in the front of her head.
As expected she found the Latina sat on the bedroom recliner that looking out over the city through the large bay-view windows of their bedroom. Her head was resting back up against the headrest and her eyes were closed, the only sign her clipped breathing telling Brittany that she did indeed have a headache. If there was one thing she had learnt since they basically started living together it was little things like being able to tell when the other woman was in pain even if it was the smallest of things. Unfortunately for Santana this wasn't, the way she was clutching at her forehead with her hand a clear sign that it was worse than Brittany had originally thought.
Brittany continued to approach her and came up to the back of the chair, leaning over the top and pressing a kiss to the top of her head feeling Santana wince as her lips lingered just a little bit longer than necessary.
"Hey baby. You ok?"
Santana's eyes opened and looked up at her. "Hey. No, I'm not."
Santana must have been in pain because rarely did she ever just tell her outright without at least trying to hide it first. Brittany frowned, her hands sliding down to rest on the other woman's t-shirt-clad shoulder's.
"Is it bad?"
Santana didn't even need to elaborate to Brittany that it was indeed a headache, and a bad one at that, the blonde just knew and she was thankful. Instead she nodded and closed her eyes again with a sigh. "Yeah."
"Ok, hold on."
Before she could respond there was a kiss placed to the top of her head once more and Brittany was gone. About a minute later the blonde re-emerged from their bathroom and Santana felt a cold wet hand towel being placed to her forehead, the coolness instantly soothing her. Brittany heard her sigh in relief and smiled in victory to herself.
"Thanks Britt. Now come here?"
Santana didn't even open her eyes as she asked, just held open her arms expectantly. Brittany rolled her own eyes knowing that Santana couldn't see her but relented nonetheless, rounding the chair and happily placing herself in the Latina's lap, making sure to wiggle just a little bit more than necessary as she got herself comfortable. When she heard Santana groan in that familiar way she smirked in victory and leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek.
"Ugh, Britt are you trying to kill me? Soy demasiado dolor para esta tomadura de pelo. "
Brittany giggled and reached up to cup her cheek with her hand. "Of course not love, but it doesn't hurt."
"To what? Get turned on by your super hot girlfriend knowing that you can't do anything about it because your head feels like it's going to explode?"
Brittany chuckled, her hand coming up to caress the small slither of skin in between Santana's hairline and the hand towel. "Sorry, I just wanted to make you feel anything other than pain."
"It just hurts so much." Santana bemoaned, Brittany watching as her eyes scrunched together as another wave of pain rolled throughout her head.
Brittany sighed in understanding, kissing her temple soothingly. "I know, it's just the stress. Is there anything I can do?"
"Just be here. I don't wanna think about it any more. I've made my choice."
"I know you have. They just have to think about it a little bit more. How about to take your mind off of it you take some pain killers and I give you a massage?"
She heard Santana groan in that certain way again, a grin tugging at her lips. "That sounds great."
"Good, take your shirt off and change into some sweats and sit on the bed." When Santana's head snapped up to look at her as she stood up she rolled her eyes, playfully hitting Santana on the shoulder. "Not like that you horn dog. But... I promise once you feel better it's a very real possibility."
"Yeah?"
"Yes but only if you do what I tell you to."
"Ok."
Brittany laughed as Santana eagerly stood up, rolling her eyes as she watched the other woman take the hand towel off her forehead and grip the hem of her shirt. She turned around and headed into the bathroom, already raiding the medicine cabinet for Santana's painkillers. When she found them she headed back out and found the other woman sitting on the edge of the bed as requested, Santana now shirtless in just a pair of sweatpants and her sports bra. She had to bite her lip to suppress a moan that hit her out of nowhere at the sight of Santana's athletic body seemingly glowing in the soft dimmed lights of their room. Even after being shot twice she had managed to keep her body in the peak physical condition it had been in the very first time they made love, if not looking even better than that first time. She could just see the scars from where she was stood along with the very fresh one to her bicep, and it took every fibre of self control inside of her to remain focused on the task at hand. She had told Santana she was going to give her a massage and a massage was what she was going to give her.
She steeled herself and made her way over to the other woman, handing her the pill bottle, before turning and making her way over to the dresser and pressing play on the iPod sat on it's dock. Soft beats from one of Santana's R&B playlists started drifting throughout the room.
I think I love you
But don't let me get in the way (get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl
From doing your thing (doing your thing)
Cause I don't deserve you
I don't want to hurt you
Play with your mind
Have you running in circles
Don't let me get in your way (get in your way)
She turned back to Santana to see her screwing the lid back onto the bottle and once she had watched her swallow the painkillers Brittany made quick work of taking it out of her hand and crawling onto the bed she reached over and placed it down on the nightstand before turning back to her girlfriend and shuffling back over to her. Kneeling up behind her she couldn't resist and placed a kiss to the back of her neck and then her shoulder before pulling away, bracing her hands on her shoulders.
It ain't even the puss' I got your mind
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine
Perfection is the formula when me and her combine
Like candy to the corn and yeah your finger-licking fine
"You ready?"
Her eyes already closed in anticipation Santana nodded. "Have your way with me babe."
Santana hooked her sunglasses on her t-shirt collar as she got out of her Supra, thankful for the amazingly hot and sunny weather allowing her to take the removable roof off. It reminded her of the day she and Letty had taken it out for it's maiden voyage after modifying it, coming to this exact same spot on that day. Instead she looked over and saw Quinn getting out of her R34, the bright yellow Skyline seemingly sparkling in the hot Lima summer sun as it sat next to her own highly modified Japanese tuner. She smiled and rounded the front of her car, following behind Quinn as they made their way inside The Blue Anchor.
Santana watched as Quinn slid her sunglasses off her face and placed them down onto the wooden table they had just sat at, already reaching for a menu. Santana eyed her curiously, knowing that something was up with her best friend, but decided to let it go for now at least until they wouldn't be interrupted by people bringing them their food. Once they had food on the table however, Santana had already taken off her own sunglasses and was reaching for her first shrimp seeing this as her perfect opportunity.
"Ok Q, out with it."
The blonde looked up and watched as Santana put the shrimp in her mouth. "What?"
The other woman shrugged, reaching for another, using her free and still clean hand to adjust the backwards orientated snapback on her head. "You know. I know you didn't just bring me here of all places just to grab shrimp for lunch. What's on your mind?"
It only took a few seconds for Quinn to sigh, Santana watching from across the table as her shoulder's slumped. "Fine."
"Good, now what's up?"
"I just wanted to talk."
"Let me guess, about my race on Wednesday?"
Quinn looked up as she took a bite of her own food. "No."
"Oh?"
She shrugged. "Last night was intense at your house. Britt told me you had a pretty bad headache and I don't wanna give you another one, not when you need to be focused. I brought you here because I wanted to tell you alone and not in front of the rest of the crew."
"Ok."
"You're my best friend Santana, I just wanted to let you know that I have your back and I'll be there for you waiting at the start and finish line no matter what happens."
There was a brief pause between them as Santana considered Quinn's words, knowing that she really did have her best friend back. Looking up from her shrimp she smiled and took another bite. "Thank you. That means a lot."
Quinn shrugged. "No problem. Oh, and there is one more thing..."
"There always is isn't there?" Santana laughed, Quinn chuckling in response.
"Yeah, I guess there is. But it's the last thing, I promise."
"Ok, go ahead."
"I know the past week wasn't a good time. I wanted to tell you but I knew I had to do it face to face, you deserve that much. I wanted to let you know that I forgive you Santana, for everything. I finally got my best friend back but I just wanted to say it out loud, it felt wrong keeping it in after we settled things between us."
"You do?"
Quinn nodded. "Yeah. This I had to do face to face. It was hard to understand and come to terms with but I realised, with the help of Rachel, that after everything that's happened we can't stay mad at the people we love. I know we still have a long way to go, all of us, but I forgive you."
"Thank you Quinn, I don't know what to say. That means so much." She frowned, making Quinn smile.
"You don't need to say anything, just let me pay for this shrimp and let me help you warm up your Supra with a race back to the shop. You in?"
"Free food and a race? Why wouldn't I be?"
Quinn laughed at her best friend and Santana high fived her across the table. "You have no reason not to. As long as you let me win."
Santana smirked as she ate another shrimp. "No chance in hell."
"How did I know you'd say that?"
The sun was high in the sky as a random song pumped out of the speaker dock close to where their cars were parked in the driveway, Brittany making her way across the bridge and to the gate to find Santana rolled under her Supra, her sneaker and chino-clad legs poking out from underneath it. It was the day before the race and Letty had given them the afternoon off to get ready for the race the next day. She knew Santana was a tuning freak and she knew that giving her an afternoon to tinker away at her car would calm her mind down and leave her just that little bit less nervous for the coming events. Brittany was there for moral support.
"Hey babe, you thirsty?"
Santana rolled out from under the car, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand. "Only if you're offering."
"In that case I have Corona's or soda."
Santana sat up and wiped her hands on the dirtied rag resting on the floor next to her. "A Corona sounds good right about now."
"Good, I'll be back in a minute."
Brittany walked over to her and lent down to kiss her before standing up and turning around, Santana watching as the other woman made her way back inside the house. As promised a minute later she was re-emerging, this time with two ice cold Corona's in hand. Santana smiled as she handed it down to her.
"Thanks babe."
"My pleasure." She replied, sitting down next to her. "So, how's it going?" She asked, motioning over to the Supra they were sat in front of.
"Good."
There was a beat of silence as she took a sip of her drink. "Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you wanna race this car? What made you pick the Supra?"
Santana glanced at her car and then back at her girlfriend. "She's not getting her hands on my baby. For that she's gonna have to come to Race Wars, me on a crew or not."
"So you want her to get desperate?"
"That's the idea."
"Making her wait until Race Wars sounds like a good plan."
"Yeah, I thought so too."
"So what are you doing now?"
"Exactly what I would if I were working on my Nissan. I'm precision tuning. These cars are my babies."
"Can I help?"
Santana's gaze turned from her car back to the blonde. "You wanna help?"
"Yes. You seem to know what you're doing when it comes to this kind of thing and I'll be the first to admit that I've been curious as to what you do that makes your car run so smooth. The kind of thing I'd love to be able to do for my own car."
"You would?"
"Yes."
"It sounds like a plan. I tell you what, you wanna help out today that's fine by me, I could always use a second pair of hands, and I'll give you some tips and pointers later on. Sound good to you?"
Brittany nodded, placing her bottle down beside her and quickly straddling Santana's chino-clad legs. She grinned as she lent in close, Santana feeling her breath hot against her lips. "Best-Girlfriend-Ever."
All Santana could do was smile and press her lips onto the other woman's eager waiting ones, her arm wrapping around her waist. "I like to think so. Now, how about we get to work?"
"Sounds good to me."
Santana was just pulling up her hair into a tight ponytail to top off her outfit of a t-shirt, jeans, a hooded jacket and Etnies sneakers she had bought the same time she bought Brittany's DC's not that long ago when said blonde entered their bedroom.
"Hey, you ready to go?"
Fixing her jacket Santana looked up at her girlfriend and nodded, walking over to her and pressing a kiss to her lips. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Brittany nodded and kissed her back before they made their way out towards their cars. "You taking yours or carpooling?" Santana asked as she hovered by the driver's side door of her Supra.
The blonde continued walking until she reached her RX8. "Of course I'm taking my car. It's a crew race, I'm representing my girlfriend tonight."
"She must be a lucky woman."
Brittany grinned and then sent her a wink. "Oh trust me, if she wins tonight she'll be a very lucky woman."
Santana was left standing there take in Brittany's words before mentally slapping herself to get her head out of the gutter and get in her car. Closing the door and strapping herself into her race harness she smiled as she fired it up knowing that Brittany definitely wasn't joking about her getting lucky. Then again she was getting lucky either way, winning just made it that much better.
The loud roaring of engines alerted everybody to the arrival of the people they wanted to see. Heads looked up and turned to see Letty's crew following behind a familiar blue Supra, every individual car showing that they were a force to be reckoned with and proving that they were on Santana's side for tonight's events. The heavy hip-hop music continued to pump out loud as the crowd made room for them, Santana coming to a stop a few feet away from where Puck was lent up against the front of his Charger, Cassandra stood next to him. Ignoring the blonde Santana got out of her car and turned, nodding at Letty and Brittany who had been right behind her. They nodded back and Santana took that as her cue, turning back to her car and closing the door, the rest of the crew walking over to her as Blaine made his way over to them, Puck's crew included.
"Welcome everybody." Blaine greeted, small worn black notebook in hand. "Ladies." At his cue both Santana and Cassandra stepped forwards, Santana ignoring Cassandra's death glare in favor of focusing on the race coordinator. She wasn't going to play her games, not any more. "Ok, since you're both here and you haven't killed each other yet I'm going to assume that these races are going ahead. You know what the conditions are – we treat this as a crew rivalry challenge, one race down here in the city and then a race up in the canyon to settle the dispute. Do you have anything to say before we start?"
Santana nodded. "One thing."
"Spit it out Miss. Lopez."
Ignoring the chill that shivered down her spine Santana steeled herself as she took a step closer to the woman that had almost killed her. She looked straight in her eyes showing no fear for her. She wouldn't give Cassandra that. She didn't deserve the satisfaction. "Whatever you have planned it's not going to work. I'm going to race you fair and square on the rules of the streets. This isn't some high stakes buy-in, this is street racing. Think you can handle it, bring it on but don't expect to win with dirty tactics, it's not going to work – especially against me."
The way Cassandra's brow seemed to crease in anger had Santana confirming that she had indeed successfully pushed a button. It was a brief moment of tense silence, even with a surprisingly massive crowd, before Cassandra spoke. "If that's the way you want to play our little game Santana, so be it. If you think you can beat me in my Mercedes with that piece of scrap metal you picked out you're welcome to try but I'm going to win again and this time I won't be so courteous. You're going down, especially in that rust bucket you call a car." She sneered, motioning to the Supra Santana was stood in front of.
Santana moved so that their faces were inches apart, Letty stopping Blaine from stepping in to try and break them apart. She could tell Santana wasn't going to start anything physical, she was just going to give her a warning, a warning Letty knew that Cassandra wouldn't soon forget. "That rust bucket is the car that helped me beat the entirety of your crew, in fact still beating your crew. That car isn't something pretty to look at and when you go up against it you'll know the true power of a car, not like that expensive toy thing you call a street racer. I'm going to prove that that Mercedes is just something pretty to look at, something that my car is not. Don't test it, it'll bite you in the ass the moment your back is turned. You underestimated me the day I picked that car. Now stick whatever insults you have where the sun doesn't shine because you don't know shit."
"So that's how it's going to be?"
"Yes, you have a problem with that?"
"Not in the slightest. I just thought you would have been a lot less stupid and picked the smarter choice here going up against me Miss. Lopez." She frowned when all Santana did in response was laugh. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, just that you really think I would let you race my Nissan? You're not worthy, at least not here. Oh no, you're not going to get a chance until Race Wars."
"So you're going to make me wait?"
Santana shrugged. "I can do whatever I want."
"If that's the way you want it to be then so be it. You won't get far without a crew Lopez."
"That may be but I'm racing anyway. You wanna go up against me you find me at Race Wars. As for tonight you feel the wrath that's my Supra."
"Fine. Anderson, let's get this race started already."
Knowing that Cassandra was serious he nodded. "Ok, payment ladies and we'll get over to the race start where Holly and Shelby are waiting for us."
Santana pulled a roll of cash from one of her jacket pockets and handed it to Blaine, Cassandra doing the same.
"Ok then, everybody to their cars. Let's move out!"
"You heard the man!" Letty urged, the two crews and the crowd all moving to their cars. Letty clapped Santana on the shoulder in a silent agreement and made her way over to her Plymouth, Brittany lingering behind just a little longer.
"Britt, you ok?"
The blonde nodded. "Yes. I'm proud of you."
Santana smiled and pulled her closer by the back of her neck placing a kiss to her forehead, neither woman missing Rory's glare as he opened the door of his Mustang. "Thank you." She whispered before actually kissing her lips, letting it linger for a few moments before pulling away. "Come on, we have a race to get to."
Brittany nodded and squeezed her bicep just above her steadily healing gsw, smiling at the Latina and turning around to make her way over to her RX8. Santana watched her get into her car and then got into her own, taking in a deep breath strapping herself into her harness before firing up the car and leading Letty's crew out of the alleyway they had pulled into.
Santana watched the flurry of the crowd as she pulled up to the spray-painted temporary start line, putting her Supra into park but leaving the engine running as she started to mentally prepare herself. She breathed in deeply and let herself tune into the sounds of her car, the smell of engine fumes seeping in through the open window from outside and the faint thump of somebody's music blaring from their trunk a little ways down the road. She looked to her left seeing Letty and the crew, each one resting up against the hoods of their individual cars representing her. Even though she wasn't an official part of their crew she was glad that they'd come tonight to support her. It made her just that little bit less nervous than she was before and tonight that meant a lot, especially when it wasn't just anybody she was going up against.
It was then that Quinn made her way over to her open driver's side window, leaning her arms on it and crouching down so that they were more or less face to face. "You ready for this Lopez?"
Santana grinned and revved the engine a few times, Quinn's smile breaking out into a full blown grin. "That's what I like to hear. There's nothing better than the sound of a tuner engine ready to rip up the streets. You good?"
"Yeah, as much a I could be."
"Don't worry about it bestie. You've got this."
"I know."
"Your camera good?"
Santana glanced to said camera which was attached to her dashboard and then back to her best friend. "Yep."
"Good. Show this bitch just who she's messing with."
"You got it Q."
Quinn stood up fully and reached her clench fist in, Santana bumping it with her own before sharing a smile with one another. When Quinn left Brittany moved over to her girlfriend's car, smirking as she lent in like Quinn had.
"You know it's a little disappointing."
"What is?"
"I kind of liked teasing the crowd."
"Oh did you now?"
"Hmm. It's not as fun this time around. You sure you don't wanna tease them a little more?"
Santana chuckled as she glanced around through the windows of her car before looking back up at her girlfriend. "Nope, most definitely not."
"Shame." Brittany husked, Santana not missing the undertone as her voice dropped only loud enough for the two of them to hear. "I kind of enjoyed it. There is one thing though."
"And what's that?" Santana asked, unable to stop watching as Brittany lent in the window even more, their mouths only inches apart.
"You get this whether you win or lose."
"I do?"
Brittany nodded, biting her lip in the way Santana liked on purpose. "Hmm. Just make sure you win and you'll get a little something extra."
Santana grinned and without any warning she crashed their lips together, Brittany smirking as she provoked the reaction she had originally intended. When they pulled apart she grinned and cupped Santana's face. "Make sure you show this bitch who's boss, ok?"
"I promise."
"Good. I'll be waiting here at the finish line."
"I know you will."
"Ok, good luck baby."
"Thank you."
Before Brittany could pull away Santana had pulled her into another kiss, this time though being less rough than the first. Whereas the first had promised lust and that hungry need for each other this promised that Santana was genuinely thanking her, telling Brittany that she silently loved her. When they pulled away Brittany smiled at her and rubbed at her jaw with her thumb before pressing a kiss to the side of her head and pulling away, moving to go and stand back next to Rachel who was stood with the rest of the crew.
A voice pulled her out of her thoughts however and she turned to her right seeing Cassandra smirking at her.
"You do remember who it is you're racing against right? I don't think you do. If you did you wouldn't be sitting here right now."
Santana shook her head and focused back onto the road in front of her, a smirk adorning her lips. "I know exactly who I'm racing and whatever she thinks is going to happen isn't."
Before Cassandra could reply Blaine moved to stand in between their cars. "Ok, the race route has been uploaded to to your GPS' and it's a single loop back to here at the start line. It's across the city and back to here. You ladies ready?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Ok then. Brittany!"
Said blonde made her way over to the race organizer and he whispered something to her before handing her the white start bandanna. Brittany smiled happily as he made his way over to Letty and the rest of the crew and then turned to the two racers. She looked over at Santana first, the Latina gripping her steering wheel tightly. She nodded at her girlfriend and Santana nodded back, revving a her engine a few times as Brittany sent her a wink and then turned away. She looked at Cassandra and nodded, the blonde replying with a mirrored nod and a few revs of her Mercedes' high powered engine. Brittany's heart beat fast as she counted down the seconds in her head and it wasn't long before a few short moments later she was dropping to her feet along with the bandanna and starting the race. Engine fumes and the smell of burning rubber washed over her like a wave all at once as she spun on her sneaker-clad feet, watching as the two racers already sped off neck and neck. She rushed over to Tina to get a look at the dashboard camera's.
These donuts are delicious... son of a bitch! We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup. Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound. I'm in pursuit!
Santana smiled as she approached the first turn, heavy hip-hop blaring from her in-car entertainment system. Ask her any time she raced, nothing beat a fast car and the sound of a good song blaring from your speakers to get your blood pumping.
Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit
Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch
The first few turns were simple enough, the two cars remaining side by side. Seeing what was up ahead Santana intentionally slowed down, knowing that Cassandra wouldn't. She watched as expected and saw Cassandra slide all over the place, Santana taking the turn slow and snapping around the hairpin bend as if it were nothing. It then threw them right into a ninety degree turn, Santana handling that like it was nothing a second time. Cassandra went in fast but just managed to handle herself enough to keep in line with the Latina, the two already speeding up as soon as they had the chance.
The straight up ahead was clear and glancing at the highlighted route on her GPS Santana knew that this was probably her only chance to take a good lead on the other woman. She knew Cassandra would speed up too but she wasn't going to let her win this, she wasn't going to give her a chance from the moment they began the race. She shifted up a gear and put her foot to the floor, the car immediately gaining momentum. She let the edges of a smile tug on her lips but she knew she had a long way to go yet. Cassandra was right on her, her Mercedes easily catching up with her. That was going to be a problem.
It didn't phase her though. Instead she just continued to keep her foot down, expertly handling the Supra as she came into a slight bend which then came back and threw them both into another direct ninety degree turn. Santana threw on her brakes and used every ounce of her drifting knowledge to go in fast and smart. To everybody else it looked effortless but in reality she was doing everything she could to keep the car in line without losing complete control and killing herself in the process. It slid easily but she had to keep control so that she could avoid Cassandra crashing into her with her expensive Mercedes. Luckily she came out alive, lining it back up in a forward direction and shifting back up into a higher gear, already pushing it faster to make up some space as Cassandra came out slow. She didn't bother to look up at her rear-view mirror, instead looking down at the screen embedded in her dashboard seeing that the next turn put her on the highway. All she had to do was keep going forwards.
Crook as a picture on Sunday
My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties
Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride
Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide
You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
Cassandra shifted up a gear and smiled at the gain in speed. It felt good, sure, but it wasn't anything compared to the R8. She wouldn't tell Santana that though, she didn't need to – the Latina already knew. All she needed to do here was win. She smirked, Santana was in front for now but it wouldn't last for long, she'd made sure of that and it would be quick work too. She shifted up a gear and felt the pure power under her fingertips closing the gap between them significantly. You'll have to do a lot more than that to get a lead on me Miss. Lopez, she thought, a wicked grin forming on her lips as she put her foot down and closed the gap even further. She followed behind the signature lights of the Supra down the correct turn off and when they came out of the wide bend she decided to turn up the heat. She shifted up into one of the highest gears and put her foot down, the Mercedes' engine roaring in satisfaction as she stretched it's legs so to speak. Power was good, she thought to herself, and she wouldn't trade it for anything.
Santana avoided a logging truck and watched in her rear-view as Cassandra did the same, forcing the Supra into it's highest gear. The engine growled as it's full five hundred plus horses were put to the test, not once allowing Cassandra to get past her. She checked her route again on the small screen next to her and knew she had to hold this position at any costs. She couldn't afford to slip up, not when the stakes were so high. With this in mind her hands gripped the wheel just that little bit tighter and she focused back on the road ahead instead of behind, biting her lip in concentration as she swerved around a Lexus and then a BMW in rapid succession. Glancing up to her rearview mirror and seeing the Mercedes about two car lengths behind her and smirked.
"Ok Cassie, let's see how you like this..."
You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
Dressed in a tin man suit
Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof, uh
Man if I only had a heart for you bitches
I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
But mama only raised Hell
So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself, boaw
Pass me that Colt .45
I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throats sore and dry
Brittany watched from Cassandra's dashboard camera as Santana swerved harshly to the left and then back again to the right, traffic honking in protest as she threw them off. Cassandra swerved, as expected, and Brittany prayed to God for her girlfriend to not end up on the wrong end of her distraction.
"What is she doing?"
She was brought forth from her thoughts by Kitty, the blonde woman frowning as she too watched the screen. Rachel shrugged. "Causing trouble on purpose. She's trying to throw Cassandra off."
"Isn't that stupid?"
"Extremely but it's working. Now she can put some space between them."
"Yeah but what if she doesn't win?" Marley asked.
"It's not gonna come to that." Letty cut in.
"Yeah, plus Santana has the advantage here and up in the canyon. She wins here she'll smoke her in the canyon." Quinn added, Letty smiling at her in agreement.
"Whatever you say." Kitty sighed, looking up and smiling when she felt Dani pull her in close by wrapping her arm around her shoulders.
I'm goin' down
Aww man you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
Santana all but flew off the highway and onto the off-ramp, checking out her speed at a hundred and twelve miles per hour. She was doing good and her plan had worked – for now. She looked up into her rear-view mirror to see Cassandra nowhere in sight but that didn't mean she wasn't far behind. Deciding that it was better to keep the intensity up instead of relaxing (which was most street racers number one mistake – getting too comfortable), she shifted back up into a higher gear and pushed on ahead along the waterfront.
She swerved around a pick-up truck and around a corner before checking her rear-view mirror not seeing Cassandra still. She frowned as she straightened up and dodged a taxi. Something wasn't right. She reached over to her cup holder and picked up the radio.
"Q, where is she?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean? What is her camera showing?"
"She just went offline. Her camera went black and we have no sight on her. You're racing blind."
"Fuck. I knew she'd pull this kind of shit."
"S, pull back now. You know she's got something planned."
"Which is exactly why I'm not."
"S-"
"Q, I've gotta do this. If she wants to play dirty she can try but she's not gonna get away with it, not today."
"Ok, just be careful."
"I will. It's not like I've raced without a camera before."
"I know. Stay safe."
"I will."
Santana eyes flickered back and forth as she continued to dodge traffic, her mind running through what could possibly happen and what she could do if it did. She knew Cassandra would pull something like this, she just had a to be prepared enough so that she could cross that finish line first.
"We've got to stop the race!" Kurt argued.
"Santana's got this covered!" Letty growled back. "If she wants to keep going that's her decision. We made a choice to come here tonight and support her and that's what we're gonna fucking do."
"But-"
"Look, we've got eyes on her and she has a radio. She's fine, she can handle herself, that's the end of it!" She yelled back, tired of everybody not believing Santana couldn't handle this. She looked over at Puck and caught his attention. "Puckerman!"
"What?"
"Anything happens to my fucking driver and you're the first person I'm laying the fucking blame on!"
"Bring it Ortiz!"
"Everybody shut up!" Brittany yelled, the arguing ceasing immediately. "Just focus on the race! We'll decide who's gonna beat each other up when they cross the finish line."
She hated herself for saying it but it was true. They couldn't worry about Santana, she wouldn't want that. Instead of arguing even when they couldn't actually do anything she suggested that they focus back on the race with no protests from either crew. She did however share an understanding look with Letty before looking back down at Tina's iPad.
Uh, You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up
Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us
Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right
Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus
So turn this water to whiskey
Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
Santana had reached the halfway point and there was still no sign of Cassandra. That was until she saw the last junction to her right up ahead. A familiar black Mercedes slid out wide and in front of her, immediately speeding up as it righted itself. She grinned and squeezed the wheel tighter.
"Oh, it's so on."
She put her foot down and sped up to make up time knowing that Cassandra had tried to get away with cutting the route so that she could gain the lead. It was cheating, sure, and she knew that everybody at the finish line were probably freaking out but she was going to prove that no matter what she did, including things like cheating, Cassandra wouldn't win against her. She wouldn't let her. Anyway, she'd gone to all that trouble and she was only about three car lengths ahead of her. Her cheating hadn't really achieved anything.
Cassandra looked up into her rear-view mirror and shook her head, rolling her eyes as she sped up. "You just won't give up will you Miss. Lopez?"
She hit the turn, a straight ninety degree angle, and Santana followed after her quickly. She wasn't giving up.
"Show me what you've got bitch." She growled, knuckles turning white from the death grip she had on the steering wheel. She glanced down to the GPS and then back up again, smirking when she saw Cassandra speeding up. "Too fast."
Instead she slowed down, feathering the brake as she came into the turn. She made sure to keep her line tight and treated it as practice for the canyon as she drifted seamlessly around the tight bend, unbeknownst to her making Brittany grin impossibly wide with pride back at the finish line.
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got spokes on this bitch, and?
The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship
UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles
And mobile homes, amen
I can still smell the kerosene leakin'
I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up
Either in a trailer home or a pickup
The next few turns were uneventful but Santana made sure that she was keeping up enough to keep Cassandra working for her lead. She wasn't going to let her get away with it that easy. She had something of her own up her sleeve, she just had to wait until the turn came up. Soon enough as they hit the final few turns of the street portion of the race Santana glanced back down at her GPS and then to the car in front of her. It was coming Cassandra had no idea it was going to hit her.
They came back onto the highway to start the return leg of the race and she braced herself seeing the opening of the wide bend. She thanked God that there was only one other car there than them, she didn't know how she would have been able to pull it off if there had been more. It probably would have ended up looking ugly and she probably wouldn't walk away breathing. Speaking of, she took a deep breath and put her foot to the floor, the car speeding up. She braced herself and pressed down on one of the Nos buttons in the center of her steering wheel, then throwing the car into a violent but controlled enough slide.
Everybody watching viewed through her dashboard cam with baited breath, watching as the car slid fast around the wide bend rapidly catching up with Cassandra's Mercedes. The blonde frowned and watched as Santana slid around the outer line of the bend around her as tightly as she could at her speed, somehow pulling it off as she took first place. Everybody at the finish line, Letty's crew and crowd alike, cheered at the signature move as Santana regained first, unable to believe that she'd pulled it off without killing herself.
Santana laughed in victory as she came out of the turn and straightened up, pulling her car back into a straight line and speeding up as she dodged a minivan. All Cassandra could do was grumble. Speeding up Santana had one shot of nitrous left (the whole second tank) and as appealing as it was to blow it right there and then she knew that she might need it towards the end. Call it a gut feeling but she didn't want to risk it trying to gain a lead that she might lose right at the last moment when it counted the most.
She continued to speed down the highway dodging the traffic as she went, watching carefully from her rear-view mirror as Cassandra kept up with her like she was determined to force her out of first. But that wasn't going to happen, at least not until she crossed the line first. It continued this way until they hit the exit, the technical turns they'd encountered at the start now in reverse signalling the homestretch to the finish and last few tense moments of racing before they battled it out in the canyon.
Santana saw that tight turn coming up ahead and slowed down, or in other words hit the brakes and slid around it as controlled as she could whilst trying to maintain her lead. Cassandra was close and pushing but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of spooking her out of her advantage. She just had to make it to the end and she'd have one up on her. She'd done it so many times before against Puck's crew, even the crew leader himself, but this time was different. It was personal and she was more determined than ever to prove that what Cassandra had done to her hadn't broken her, only made her stronger.
Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up
Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride
You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride
Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die
She continued to push it, knowing that she had the upper hand around these turns as Cassandra didn't know how to handle the Mercedes around the tight technical bends. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly as she made it around the hairpin turn without too much trouble and watched in her mirror as the other woman slowed down significantly. She just managed to catch the sneer on the blonde's face but smirked knowing that she still had the upper hand and was so close to securing it.
I'm goin' down
Aww man you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
She saw the accident before it happened and as if on instinct hit the second Nos button on her steering wheel, the pick-up truck just missing her. She watched in her rear-view as the intentional hazard failed and she knew her gut feeling had been right, Cassandra did have one last trick up her sleeve but it wasn't enough to stop her. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest but she only cared about the rush of adrenaline surging through her veins as she threw the Supra into a well placed slide, the car drifting around the turn and coming out of it still in first, the finish line now in sight. It wasn't any trouble and with the remnants of the speed gain from the Nos she just put her foot down, closing the gap and crossing the line first, Cassandra not that far behind her.
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
The crowd erupted into cheers as their winner came to a stop, smoke bellowing from her tires as she slid around into a perfectly executed stop. She killed the engine and took a breath and a moment to take in the fact that she'd in fact won, something that she had no doubt a lot of people thought she couldn't do. But she had and now everybody was surrounding her car and cheering. She continued to smile and unbuckled herself, stepping out of the car and immediately being engulfed by a hug from Brittany.
"You did it!"
"I did."
Before she could respond Brittany had pulled away, cupping her face and crashing their lips together passionately in front of everybody. The rest of the crew made their way to the front of the crowd and congratulated her.
"Well done." Blaine smiled, clapping her on the shoulder.
"Yeah well done." Letty agreed, playfully punching her in the shoulder.
"Thanks but my job's not done yet."
"Hell no it's not!" Santana rolled her eyes as Cassandra angrily approached them, Puck joining her side. "You still have to face me in the canyon."
"I know."
"There should be no race in the canyon." Blaine cut in.
"Excuse me? What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" He stared incredulously. "What I mean is after those two stunts you pulled I should disqualify you for cheating! You took off your camera and you intentionally had someone try to crash your opponents car. I should ban you from ever racing in this city again."
"He's right." Shelby agreed. "You don't deserve to race in this city after the shit you pulled."
"And what makes you think you have the right to race? You're old news Corcoran."
"You b-"
"Ok, that's enough!" Letty hollered, holding out a hand in front of Shelby to stop her from lunging for Cassandra.
"Why? She doesn't deserve to race in the canyon!"
"She doesn't, I agree, but it's Blaine's choice."
"But what about Santana?" Rachel argued. "Cassandra almost killed her – again!"
"Yeah, who knows what kind of shit she could pull in the canyon!" Dani agreed.
Mia nodded. "Dani's right. It's too dangerous."
"Enough, everybody!" Santana yelled, everybody including the crowd going silent. "That bitch tried to pull some sneaky shit but in the end she still didn't win. If she wants to try again she's more than welcome to face me in the canyon, like a woman. If she's really got the balls to try and kill me again she'll meet me there where we'll settle this once and for all."
Before anybody could respond Santana was getting back in her car and driving off. Letty turned to Blaine and with a confirming nod in her direction she turned back to the crowd and the two crews. "You heard the woman, to the canyon!"
Santana rubbed at her jacket clad arm, more specifically her scar, out of habit as she waited for everybody else to arrive. She barely even noticed the sound of a familiar engine pulling up behind her until her passenger side door opened and Brittany slid in. She looked up and smiled.
"Hey."
"Hey. You ok?"
Santana didn't really know what to say. "I don't know."
Brittany reached over and covered the hand Santana had resting on her jean-clad thigh. "It's ok. Are you sure you wanna do this?"
Santana nodded. "I'm not backing out now."
"Ok then. Just visualize the win and do it. I know you can do it."
The Latina looked up and over at her girlfriend and smiled. "Thank you."
Brittany shrugged. "I figured you could use the encouragement after the way you left."
"I know it's just-"
"It's just that they keep going back and forth on this, I get it, but you know they care for you right?"
"Yeah, I do. I just wanna win though. I proved myself once, I wanna do it up here where we settle everything."
"You want to know that you beat her in the canyon fair and square like you did when you proved yourself before."
"Yes."
"Then do it."
Santana's grin grew impossibly wider, still amazed at Brittany's unyielding support for her in this. "You know I love you right?"
The blonde shrugged but smiled at the same time. "I've been told."
"Hmm, good."
Santana lent in, loving the feeling of Brittany's slender fingers cupping her jaw as she connected their lips together in a slow but passionate kiss, an underlying hint of what was to come later that night when they got home and alone together. Her hand had just came up to cup Brittany's jaw in a mirrored response when they heard cars starting to pass them. The crowd had started arriving and were making their way down to where the finish line would be located. Santana pulled away but not enough to break their contact completely. She let her forehead rest against Brittany's and closed her eyes, the blonde hearing her lover's steady breathing as she no doubt mentally prepared herself.
"I guess I'd better go." She whispered, her thumb rubbing back and forth along Santana's jaw.
"Yeah."
"Good luck, and be careful ok?"
Santana nodded. "I will. I promise."
"Ok. I love you."
"I love you too."
After Brittany had pressed a kiss to her lips she pulled away and smiled at her before exiting the car. "Oh, and Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Give that bitch a taste of those Lopez drifts."
Santana chuckled loudly. "I will. See you at the bottom Britt."
"Yeah, in first place."
"You know it."
Brittany smiled at her girlfriend's wink and closed the door properly, a minute later Santana watching her driving past and out of sight down the canyon. She honestly didn't know what she'd do without her. She wouldn't be here waiting to race Cassandra that was for sure. Puck's crew passed her and then Letty's followed, the Latina crew leader sharing a nod with her before leaving with the rest in tow. She got reassuring looks from the others and once they had gone Blaine pulled up along the side of the road out of the way, leaning up against the side of his Porsche as they now waited for Cassandra to arrive.
They weren't kept waiting long though when they heard the sound of a high powered engine roaring in the distance coming up fast. She came to a sudden stop next to the Supra and growled through the open window.
"It's your last chance to face reality and BACK OFF!"
As Blaine made his way to stand in between their cars to start Santana laughed before looking over at the other woman. "I had my chance. I'm not going anywhere. I'm surprised you even showed up after what happened on the streets."
"Ladies, let's go!" Blaine interrupted before Cassandra could reply, Santana smirking and not missing the small smile tugging up on Blaine's face. "Ok..." Engines revved loudly as Santana pressed play on her touch-screen/GPS and music filled her car. Blaine raised his arms, white bandanna in hand as the two cars itched to get going. "You ready?" Santana nodded and revved. "Are you ready?" Cassandra did the same. "Ok...GO!"
Their rear ends erupted in smoke as rubber burned and they shot off the line, Blaine spinning and watching them rapidly disappear around the first turn. He just hoped that Santana made it down to the bottom: A, alive, and B, in first. Who knows what would happen. It was the canyon after all.
You tore my heart out
You tore my life apart
You tore the sheets off this bed
Just like a pornstar
Just like a pornstar
The first turn was just a little wide but it was enough for Santana to ease into the feel of the canyon. She wasn't going to slide on the first turn but she sure as hell was going to play it safe until she had a chance to really let loose and rip it up. Cassandra didn't even have a chance. Sure, she had watched her race back when she didn't know any better about her true intentions but watching and racing Santana Lopez were two different things. Cassandra had no idea what it was like to race these courses and if she thought she was going to get away with it on the streets she definitely wasn't going to get away with it here.
I'm ripping pictures
I'm ripping you off the wall
I'm ripping letters
I'm getting rid of it all
Of it all
Of it all
This rrack didn't have too many varying turns but it did have hairpins and oh did Santana love hairpins. She watched ahead as Cassandra immediately slowed down having made the mistake everybody else did – speeding up. Santana kept it paced however and when it came to the first major hairpin she happily hit the brakes and slid around it, Brittany smiling as she watched from her dashboard cam as she did her proud knowing that the Latina hadn't even begun to show her what she was made of yet. The next two turns were the same – simple. She slid around them easily and happily let Cassandra have her fun – until they hit the straight. The bend that came off it was wide enough and Santana had a gut feeling that the blonde would speed up and brake just to barely manage it. She'd been here before on this road and she knew it was wide enough to pull the slide she needed to do off, she just needed to time it right.
As expected Cassandra sped up but Santana kept up, shifting up a gear and matching her speed as she saw the turn approaching rapidly up ahead. She guessed where the Mercedes would go based on her speed and deciding to chance it she went wide. Everybody at the bottom who was watching and waiting were once again viewing with baited breath as Santana seemed to attempt yet another impossible slide. Brittany however knew what was going to happen. It was as if it was in slow-mo in her eyes, her unparalleled knowledge of drifting telling her that by the way Santana was controlling it she was going to easily continue sliding around Cassandra until she came out of the turn and she knew that it would be in first place.
I hate you and you're to blame
I'll send it up in flames
And burn it up
I've got gasoline
Got a match gonna light up all your memories
Burn it up to a pile of ash
Burn it up I want to watch the blast
Just as soon as I blow it up
Yeah burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Cassandra yelled making her throat hurt as Santana took over first and she was once again left with watching those annoying lights of the Supra's behind. She was so angry she'd do anything to win. Then again Santana wasn't going to let her. She put her foot down and watched on in anguish as the other woman slid so easily around it as if it were nothing, her on the other hand begrudgingly slowing down because she knew that she'd crash otherwise. That didn't stop her though. Just one more bend and she'd have a nice long straight to take back first place. Ultimately that was her undoing. Santana had predicted she would do this and as soon as they exited that turn she made sure to block her every attempt at getting past. It sacrificed her speed but it was so satisfying to watch Cassandra try again and again to get past without avail. Call her crazy with how dangerous this race actually was but Santana was enjoying it.
I'm moving past this
I took my lashes
Pissing on the ashes
I'm leaving you where the past is (the past is)
"You bitch!"
Santana laughed as she glanced up in her rear-view mirror and watched as Cassandra tried to overtake her once more. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you wanna win against me bitch."
I hate you and you're to blame
I'll send it up in flames
And burn it up
I've got gasoline
Got a match gonna light up all your memories
She handled the next corner with ease, the turn not all that hard, and continued to watch as the blonde woman tried yet again to overtake her. It was dangerous and if they were on the edge with a temporary barrier she would have surely went off it. Was it bad that Santana secretly wished that it had been? It would sure as hell save her the trouble of this race just to prove a simple point.
Burn it up to a pile of ash
Burn it up I want to watch the blast
Just as soon as I blow it up
Yeah burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Cassandra watched on helplessly as Santana approached the next bend in front of her, knowing exactly what she would do. She would drift but she'd speed up. Seeing her opportunity as Santana went in tight to hug the inside of the turn she went wide and as soon as she saw her opportunity she put her foot down not giving the Latina enough time to react as she shot past her on the exit. Santana didn't worry though, not like everybody else watching at the finish line who were having a mini freak out as she was put back into second place again. Instead she took a breath and knew that there were a few turns left before the end and Cassandra certainly wouldn't be finishing them ahead of her.
I'm burning up your memory
There's nothing left of you and me
And as far as I'm concerned
You can go to hell and watch it burn
Watch it burn
Watch it burn
Taking the kink in the road easily Santana sped up, shifting up a gear and making up the gap that the other woman had managed to put between them. It didn't take her long, only about a car length behind her as they entered one of the last few remaining corners. Cassandra growled as she watched Santana close in on her in her rear-view mirror and she was determined to win. She had the lead back, she wasn't going to give it away again. She wasn't going to give the bitch the satisfaction.
Santana on the other hand had other ideas.
"Here goes nothing."
Burn it up
I've got gasoline
Got a match gonna light up all your memories
Instead of slowing down as she normally would have on a corner this closed in she sped up, unable to ignore the extra pound in her heart and hum in her ears as she heard the sweet shifting sound of her Japanese tuner engine as she changed gears. It was enough to spur her on, knowing she didn't have much time left, and put her foot down. Cassandra frowned as Santana went around her and before she even had time to react and recover the ice blue Supra was already speeding up. Santana shifted up a gear the moment she was out of the turn and made quick work of the short straight between that and the last corner, holding in a breath and deciding 'fuck it'. Cassandra could only watch on helplessly as Santana entered the last turn with the tell-tale blue flames spitting out of her exhaust. She'd hit both the Nos buttons on her steering wheel to flush out whatever was remaining in those large tanks she knew she had and now she was sliding around the last corner as if she was made for it.
Burn it up to a pile of ash
Burn it up I want to watch the blast
Just as soon as I blow it up
Yeah burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
Uh, yeah, burn it up
'Cause I just wanna burn it up
Santana felt that accustomed feeling of raw unadulterated adrenaline rush through her entire body as she sped around the last corner, that last burst of Nos giving her the rush that she so desperately needed. She maintained that speed as she slid out of the turn, shifting up to the Supra's highest gear as she hurtled towards the finish line. Everybody watched in awe as she zoomed across the line in first winning the second race and therefore the challenge all together. To say everybody was ecstatic at this news was an understatement.
Bringing the Supra to a stop a little ways down the road but not enough to clear the line of crowd cars parked down the sides Santana let herself just sit, her hands still gripping the wheel as she breathed heavily, a grin on her face. The sound of the approaching crowd was what brought her from her thoughts and her grin grew wider as she hit the steering wheel in both disbelief and excitement.
"Shit!"
When people came into her view, the crowd surrounding her car, she finally unbuckled herself and got out only to be assaulted by the entirety of Letty's crew with hugs and congratulations. When they finally pulled away from her Blaine grinned and handed her the two large rolls of cash, Santana happily accepting them.
"Thank you."
He shook his head. "Oh no, the pleasure's all mine. Congrats."
She nodded as Brittany finally reached her side, happily planting a kiss on her girlfriend's lips in front of everybody. To be honest she didn't care. She was high off winning and she was going to milk this victory over Cassandra for all it was worth.
"Well done." Brittany whispered as they pulled apart.
Santana grinned. "Thank you. For everything."
"That's ok. You won, that's all that matters."
They were brought out of their little happy state by Cassandra approaching, the blonde definitely not happy. In response to her approach Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist protectively and squeezed tightly.
"What do you want?"
"This isn't over Lopez."
"It never is with you."
She was just about to reply when Letty cut her off holding up a hand. "There's a saying we go by on the streets of Lima. I think right now you best take note of it before you say something you regret." Letty then looked around at the crowd knowingly and back to Cassandra. "Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile – winnings winning."
The whole crowd cheered in joyful agreement at the well known statement and Cassandra didn't have a chance to respond for a second time, this time being cut off by Kitty who was addressing the whole crowd. "And on that insightful note, there is a round of drinks for the winning crew and the crowd on me at my place!"
The whole crowd cheered and with a few more congratulations to Santana they started dissipating, cars coming to life and leaving as they headed back into the city for Kitty's bar. Santana and Letty watched as the others left and Letty shooed off Puck and the rest of his crew.
"You're not invited. Get out of here!"
Puck grumbled and sent her a glare as he headed for his Charger, Cassandra getting into her Mercedes and speeding off before he even had a chance to start the engine. With that Letty turned to Santana and Brittany.
"I'll see you at Kitty's."
It was nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it in a one night stand
Boy I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it in a one night stand
Boy I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Let's do it again
Santana grinned as she watched Brittany approach her from across the room, coming to a stop in between her legs, the Latina sat up on one of the barstools observing all of the various people currently inhabiting Kitty's bar.
"Hi."
Santana grinned back. "Hey."
"You ok? You're sat here all alone."
"Yeah, just thinking."
"About what?"
Santana smirked and took another sip of her Corona. "You."
Brittany smiled. "You know your pick up lines suck right?"
Santana shrugged. "Yeah but I don't need to worry. I don't need to ask the hottest girl in this bar to come home with me because she is anyway."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes, it very much is."
"Hmm, you're lucky I want you right now. Any other night I'd punch you for being so cocky but you won tonight so I'm feeling a little in the giving mood."
"Oh? I guess it's a good thing I'm in the taking mood tonight." She smirked, biting on her lip. She knew it drove Brittany crazy.
Before she could react Santana was being pulled off the barstool abruptly, watching as Brittany threw the keys to her RX8 to Kitty before pulling her out of the bar.
Hey baby, are you sure that you want it?
All caught up in the moment, let me know now
Oh baby, it got a little crazy on the first night
So I'mma have to do you better than the first time...
Santana grinned as she slid into the driver's side of her Supra. Tonight was definitely shaping up to be one of the greatest nights of her life.
Santana groaned as she was thrown against the wall, hungry lips attacking her own as she automatically gripped at the hips that were nearly flush with her own. She was unable to stop the moan from escaping her mouth as delicate fingers cupped her neck, feeling a smirk against her lips as Brittany continued to kiss her heatedly. She deepened the kiss, if that was even possible, and pulled Brittany to her, their fronts now flush together as Brittany still maintained control and kept her pinned up against the wall. They'd only just made it into the gate of the house, Brittany unable to reign herself in any longer. She'd been desperate for the intimate contact between them for days. It wasn't like they didn't do it regularly but she couldn't get enough of the Latina and tonight those feelings were bubbling over and Santana was happily taking it all in her stride. She could never get enough of Brittany.
Santana was the first one to pull away, panting as she tried to regain her breath and letting out a chuckle as she closed her eyes and Brittany attacked her neck. "Britt, baby, what's the rush?"
"I can't help it." The blonde mumbled against her pulse point, Santana enjoying the feeling of the hum against the skin of her neck.
"Britt, we did it a few days ago."
"I know but I missed you."
She grinned at the innocent intonation of her voice, it's sing song qualities betraying the true intentions behind her answer. Deciding to flip the tables Santana opened her eyes and dipped her head, forcing Brittany's away from her own neck, her lips attaching to the blonde's instead. This time she was the one to smirk when she heard the sweet sound of Brittany's moan ring in her ears, the blonde trembling in that familiar way in her arms. She was getting just as worked up as she was and she couldn't wait to bring her to that edge. Her hands slid down past the waistline of Brittany's jeans and landed on her rear, the blonde moaning again but this time louder as she squeezed. The hands clutching at her neck in response Santana continued, squeezing again and loosening before repeating the action again. She gave one last hard squeeze but this time Brittany got the intended message, jumping up as Santana pushed away from the wall and wrapped her legs around the Latina's waist and tightening as her arms locked around her neck securely.
When Santana pulled away she gazed into Brittany's eyes, the blonde smiling at her before Brittany connected their lips together once again, this time a little slower. It didn't take long to grow frantic again though, Santana's hold on her butt grasping tighter as she started walking towards the bridge that led to the house. She just had to make it inside and Brittany wasn't making it easy.
She let out a moan as she made it halfway, Brittany's lips back on her neck and sucking hard as she tried to continue walking. She wanted to make it inside but if Brittany didn't stop what she was doing she was sure that she was going to just lay her where they were standing and take her right there on the bridge. But she held back. She managed to gain enough self control and hurried into the house, pressing Brittany up against the edge of the couch as they struggled to contain their fervency for one another. Brittany moaned as she cupped Santana's jaw with one hand, keeping the Latina locked in between her legs as she used her free hand to grip at the jacket she was wearing. Santana continued to kiss back her back just as hard, letting the blonde pull her flush to her clothed center not at all unhappy with the closeness of their bodies. Brittany soon grew tired, the blonde impatient, and let her other hand drop from her jaw, reaching down and mirroring her other as she pushed up on the collar of her jacket. They slipped underneath and soon Santana was helping her, shrugging the jacket upwards and letting the blond push it off and onto the carpeted floor below.
"Hmm, too many clothes." Brittany mumbled, her hand now gripping the front of Santana's t-shirt so tightly that her knuckles were turning white from the need.
"I agree." Santana mumbled back, her hands falling back to Brittany's waist and sliding down to cup her butt once more, pulling and lifting.
Brittany's legs tightened around her waist once more and Santana turned them, already heading in the direction of the hallway that led to their bedroom. It didn't surprise her that other woman's lips found her neck once more as she stumbled the both of them towards their room, unable to stop the moan that bubbled forth from her mouth as Brittany bit down particularly hard, sure to leave a mark in the morning. It threw her off, the feeling of Brittany's tongue against the stinging mark causing her to stumble and crash them into the wall. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but Brittany couldn't stop her own moan as their centres bumped against one another, not sure how much longer she could go without Santana touching her.
"Ugh, Santana, baby, I don't think I can go much longer." She panted, feeling Santana's lips on her neck.
Hearing the desperation in her voice Santana pulled back. "I know baby, hold on, we're almost there."
It's true, they were only a few feet away from the door but the feeling of Brittany's teeth clamping down around her pulse point had sent Santana off balance causing her to nearly trip over herself. She'd never felt that before with anyone, Brittany was the only woman that could ever do this to her and she wouldn't choose anything or anyone else for the rest of her life if she could keep on feeling it.
Having regained some of her control Santana pulled away from the wall, feeling Brittany's hands gripping at her t-shirt desperately as she stumbled the last few steps to the door of their bedroom, her hand fumbling with the door handle as she tried to balance that with holding onto her girlfriend at the same time. By the grace of God she managed to press it down enough and with a kick the door swung open, Santana waiting no time as she quick-stepped in and made a bee-line for the large king sized bed, her actions betraying her evident need as she carefully placed her girlfriend down on top of it. Brittany internally smiled at the loving action but it wasn't long before her lustful side won out once more.
She tugged up on the hem of Santana's t-shirt, the Latina getting the idea and lifting her arms, the blonde then helping pull it off over her head and throwing it to the floor somewhere over Santana's shoulder. The other woman was now hovering over her in just her jeans and a sports bra. Her hands roamed over her body, the tan skin warm to the touch as she let her fingertips trail over her girlfriend's torso softly. Santana couldn't wait though, ignoring the shivers Brittany's touch invoked and reaching down helping her girlfriend take off her own t-shirt, the blonde having already shed her hoodie before they'd even left the Supra.
Brittany's hand clutched at the juncture between Santana's shoulder and neck as her lips found her neck, Santana biting down hard and probably leaving a mark as she then proceeded to suckle at her pulse point. She moaned, her legs squeezing around Santana's waist, and felt her girlfriend's lips trailing down towards the valley of her chest. Her lips did linger but only for a few moments before Santana pulled away, Brittany frowning for a few seconds before Santana lifted her up, now placing her in the center of the bed. Her hands automatically gravitated upwards to clutch at Santana's neck and she felt the Latina slowly slide her hands down and underneath her back telling her what was going down next. She sat up a little and let her unclasp her bra in record time, allowing it to fall loose around the front of her chest. Santana smiled at the sight and Brittany watched as her grin grew when she pulled the blue lace piece of material free of her body. Her chest now exposed and free of it's material confines Brittany felt a shiver run through her entire body starting at the top of her spine as Santana placed open-mouthed wet kisses down along her collarbone and towards her naval.
Santana smirked against her skin but soon Brittany was sliding her fingertips underneath the hem of her bra knowingly, Santana pulling back and allowing her to help her pull it over her head. Once she was free of the item of clothing just like her t-shirt she let Brittany take hold of it and seconds later it was being flung behind her somewhere down onto the floor below. She didn't care however, more aware of the similar shiver that shot down her own spine at the contact of their now-bare chests as Brittany pulled her down flush to her body. Santana didn't complain however, enjoying the feeling of the two of them being pressed together. Sure, it had only been a few days like she'd reasoned earlier but she'd admit that right now she felt just as desperate as Brittany. She couldn't get enough of the blonde, why wouldn't she? She was all hers, this super hot woman below her kissing her with hot blooded passion, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.
Soon enough Brittany's hands slid down from around her neck, pushing Santana back a little and fumbling with her belt buckle, Santana unable to deny the way it turned her on as she watched skilled blonde fingers unclasp it and slide under to pop open the button. Her fingers made slow work of the zip though, Brittany not missing the way Santana bit her lip above her and before she knew what was happening the Latina had kicked her jeans off and was pulling down the blonde's along with them, dropping them to the floor as she pressed their bodies right back up against one another.
Brittany moaned as their warm centres pressed together, her legs wrapping back around Santana's waist as she felt the Latina's small black cross bump softly up against her chin as she rocked back and forth as they kissed deeply unable to think about anything other than the fact that they were so close to feeling that high. She had to pull away, she had to tell Santana what she wanted.
"Santana..."
Her response was another kiss to her neck, nibbling on an untouched piece of skin and humming.
"Baby...please."
"I know baby." She replied, pulling herself away from a pale neck to look down at the blonde, her breathing laboured as Brittany reached up to cup her jaw. She turned her head to the left and pressed a kiss to the inside of Brittany's jaw, the blonde smiling up at her as they regained their breaths.
"Santana, I need-"
"I know and I'm gonna give it to you. I Just want to look at you."
It was something that before Santana she'd always felt self conscious about, being looked at whilst she was almost completely naked and vulnerable but with the look in Santana's eyes, not the one of lust but the one of love she felt beautiful. It made her feel warm on the inside, the feeling something she didn't think she'd ever get used to whenever Santana directed that gaze onto her. It was strange but despite the lust that still lingered very close to the surface it was welcomed. She needed reassurance that this wasn't just raw, that there was that underlying love between them, and when she found it sparkling in Santana's dilated eyes she pulled the other woman close by the neck so that her mouth was level with her ear.
"Hazme el amor Santana."
The whisper of Spanish sent a hot chill down her spine, still amazed how easy and how naturally the language rolled off of Brittany's skilled tongue. It told her everything she needed to know though, smirking down at the blonde and crashing their lips back together and ignoring the way that their teeth bumped together in the process. Neither of them cared, Santana instead starting her descent downwards and letting her lips map the contours and dips of Brittany's body like it was the first time all over again. Up above her Brittany's eyes had already rolled into the back of her head, gasping at the feeling of Santana kiss-swollen lips hot and wet on her skin burning a trail down her torso. Her hips unconsciously canted upwards as Santana reached the space just below her breasts in anticipation of where they were headed feeling said Latina smirk against her skin as she reached a tan hand up to pin them back down to the bed so that she could continue.
She resumed her painfully slow descent towards her bellybutton, Brittany sure that she would die if Santana didn't hurry up and touch her. She was going crazy and she was shaking from the need.
"Santana, baby, please."
She heard the pleading tone in Brittany's voice, the raw need burning at her throat, and decided to give the blonde what she wanted. Her hands hooked on either side of Brittany's pale hips and took hold of the blue lace panties that matched her bra, the sight making Santana lick her lips. She made a mental note to thank Brittany for wearing them later on when they were spent but right now she let herself enjoy the feeling of sliding them down her long endless legs, savouring the feeling of the lace under her fingertips before throwing them down onto the floor behind her, not missing the way that they had been soaked compketelt through when she'd pulled them off her girlfriend's completely.
"Damn, you're so wet baby. Me ha encendido tanto."
Brittany moaned and felt her hips raise again in response to the murmur of Spanish, feeling her arousal spike ten times hotter whenever Santana spoke in her native language.
"Santana..."
The breathy gasp of her name broke her out of her trance, Santana looking up and seeing Brittany's eyes screwed shut.
"Baby, look at me." When Brittany's eyes slowly met her own she smiled. "Tell me what you want."
"Please..."
"Tell me what you want." She repeated, her voice a little more firm the second time around.
"Fuck me Santana."
She smirked from below, the lust instantly back between them again and consuming both of their minds. Santana loved making love to Brittany, most of the time being the preferred option, but tonight was one of those nights where they let their true passion for one another run wild and when they did let the animal out of it's cage so to speak it drove them wild consuming them both whole until they couldn't go anymore. This was only the tip of the iceberg, Santana enjoying the curse leaving such innocent lips.
"Fuck." She breathed out quietly, Brittany almost missing it.
Before the blonde could respond though, telling Santana to just do it already, her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and her hands were gripping the sheets below her as a hot mouth connected with her center in one swift but sudden move. Her back arched and she was unable to hold back the wanton moan that escaped her lips at the feeling of Santana touching her in one of the most intimate ways imaginable.
A hand slid down and found the back of the Latina's head, fumbling around until she found what she was looking for. Santana didn't let it phase her and barely focused on Brittany pulling her hair free of her ponytail, knowing that she liked to thread her fingers through it when it was down and tighten as she worked. As expected Brittany pulled on the hair tie and it was being thrown somewhere off to the side, probably to the floor, and her hand was threading in between her dark raven locks, Santana still focusing on the plasure that she was so happily giving to the blonde. She heard the other woman gasp above her and it only spurred on her movements, her mouth lapping at Brittany's core as she felt the other woman tremble as she got closer to her release.
Brittany moaned again above her and the hand in her hair tightened almost painfully. "Santana..."
She knew by the tone in her voice Brittany was close so she hooked her arms around her thighs and used her hands to pin her hips to the bed once more as she sped up her ministrations. The sounds that were coming out of Brittany's mouth were like music to her ears, pride swelling inside knowing that she was the only person on Earth that could evoke them from her. They came from deep within Brittany's chest, the blonde long past caring how loud she was as she let herself get lost in the feelings of Santana's mouth on her most intimate area. Her other hand gripped the bed sheets in a white knuckle death grip almost ripping them as she felt herself nearing her release, Santana's mouth driving her crazy in ways she never thought possible.
Santana felt heat pool in between her own legs at the sound of yet another moan bubbling forth from Brittany's lips and she continued for a few moments until pulling away completely. Brittany was about to protest but was cut off by Santana's lips on her own, tasting herself as the Latina pressed their bodies together. Moments later those lips were back on her neck and she suddenly felt two fingers sliding inside her, her current state of wetness making it easy for Santana to enter her. She groaned and felt herself lifting up a leg, hooking it around Santana's boxer-clad waist, her hand coming up to tangle in her hair once again whilst the other scratched at her back painfully.
"Santana, baby, take your boxers off."
Santana momentarily stopped her movements, both with her mouth and her hand and pulled back knowing that she too would rather they both be in an equal state of complete undress. She pulled back a little further. Looking down she used her free hand to grip hold of the waistband, tugging down and in a matter of moments she was discarding them down to the floor behind her. Immediately she pressed her body back up against Brittany's and the blonde whimpered wantonly when she felt just how turned on the other woman was, Santana's wetness hot against her own. Soon though she was directed back to other things and Santana's lips were sucking her neck again and her fingers were moving in and out of her a little faster than before.
She knew she was close, she knew Santana knew it too, and she wasn't afraid to make it known aloud. "Santana...I'm close."
She then felt the pace of her fingers speed up, her back arching further and her eyes rolling into the back of her head once more as she felt that familiar coil in her stomach tighten even further. Her body moved back and forth in rhythm with Santana's and as the Latina pressed her down into the bed, her pace fast but steady, she heard herself moan every single time, Santana now kissing at the front of her exposed neck. It didn't take more than a few more thrusts before she was crying out Santana's name as she finally reached her climax, her whole body tensing as her hightened and intensified orgasmn englufed her entire body, Brittany unable to feel anything other than Santana all around her. The Latina pushed back in and out a few more times helping her ride her orgasmn out and slowed down until Brittany trembled and shook in her arms completely spent. The blonde's breathing laboured Santana let herself roll over to the empty space beside her and pulled Brittany with her, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close as the exhausted woman's head came to rest on her chest.
Brittany's fingers wandered as her breathing returned to normal, taking in the sound of Santana's own steady intake and release of breath and enjoying the way her chest rose and fell as she let her fingertips trail over the tan skin of her collarbone. She felt Santana's hand on her shoulder and despite how hot she had made her, how exceptionally high she had made her, Brittany couldn't help but love the fact that they could go from raw passion with one another one minute to soft cuddling the next. Instead of dwelling on it she focused back on the other woman and trailed her fingers up to play with the small black cross that Santana never took off, fingering the black metal as Santana watched her intently.
"Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I don't think we're done."
Santana didn't have chance to reply before Brittany was straddling her legs, giving her a full view of her gloriously naked body. The dim lights of the room illuminated every inch of skin and Santana couldn't help but reach out and grip at her hips, holding her in place as Brittany smiled and lent forwards kissing her lips to her own. It was slow but full of promise, Santana feeling that heat that had temporarily dimmed within her ignite once again into a full blown flame. Brittany could feel it, something like a sixth sense, and pushed it further hearing Santana breathing loudly and laboured as she let her hands rest on her tan chest. Santana gasped as Brittany cupped her neck deepening the kiss but before the blonde could take it further Santana was pulling them up into a sitting position, a steadying hand cupping the dip in Brittany's back as they came closer. They languidly kissed for a few moments before Brittany pulled away, her hands framing either side of Santana's face.
"Hey, I'm supposed to be pleasing you!"
"I know. I couldn't help it." Santana whispered huskily kissing Brittany's bare chest before letting her forehead rest there for a few silent moments.
It wasn't long before Brittany became impatient, pulling Santana's face away and kissing her lustfully, reminding her that she was not the one that was taking charge and she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Not that Santana protested though. She let Brittany push her back down to the bed, the blonde continuing to straddle her for a few moments, and then watching as Brittany rolled onto the bed next to her. She turned Santana onto her side and let her hand rest on her neck, enjoying the steady beat of Santana's pulse as she then started moving it down. She let it trail down to her collarbone, fingers dusting over the jutting bone and then moving down lower. She teasingly trailed them down the center of her chest, feeling it raise more rapidly before making her smirk and linger just a little bit longer than she had intended. Deciding to add to the touch she ducked her head down, taking one of Santana's dusky nipples into her mouth and sucking, her teeth nipping when she heard a moan of approval come from above her. She sucked a little harder and smirked against the skin as she felt a hand tangle in her own hair, Santana's fingers tightening as she nipped at her breast again with her teeth.
She let it go with a pop and turned her attentions to the other one, hearing Santan groan as she repeated the pleasure on the other side of her chest. As she suckled steadily her hand moved slowly down Santana's side until she reached her hip, her fingers dusting lightly over the expanse of her thigh until she reached around and wrapped her hand around the back of it, pulling and smiling when she was met with no protests as she hooked it over her own waist. A hand came up to rest on Brittany's neck and she smiled before pulling away once more, looking back up at Santana and happily reconnecting their lips as she let her hand resume it's trail downwards past her breaths until it reached her naval. Automatically her fingers drifted to the side, letting the tips ghost over the raised skin of her gunshot scar. Santana felt no pain but Brittany felt her shiver at the action. Deciding not to linger she moved it back and to the center until it rested just on the Latina's waist line.
"Britt..." She breathed heavily, her hand still cupping Brittany's neck whilst the other stayed tangled in her hair.
"What do you want Santana?" She asked, reversing the question that she had asked her not all that long ago.
That's when she felt that heat turn into that coil her eyes opened and she looked directly into Brittany's eyes. "Please. No me hagas esperar más."
She didn't need to be an expert in Spanish to know what Santana meant. She knew those words, Santana having spoken them countless times before in situations just like this, so she just did what came naturally to her. The hand she had resting at Santana's waist came upwards to rest on the thigh she had wrapped around Brittany's waist, the blonde's fingers gripping tightly at the skin as her other hand managed to somehow reach in and around. Santana knew what was coming and Brittany heard a loud moan as her fingers waisted no time in dipping below into the one place Santana needed her the most.
"Oh Dios mío. Brittany que se siente, a la mierda, increíble."
The woman in control smirked against the skin of her neck as she started moving her fingers back and forth through slick wet heat, amazed at how wet Santana had gotten in such a short period of time. As she kissed her pulse point before nipping at it with her teeth she prided herself in the fact that she was the one to cause it and without warning she sheathed two fingers inside of the Latina, Santana gasping in btoh shock and pleasure as her back arched. She couldn't control herself as Brittany started moving, her mouth in a silent 'o' as Brittany breathed heavily against her neck. It wouldn't take Santana long to be brought to the edge but she was sure as hell going to enjoy it whilst it lasted.
Santana felt white hot pleasure burn through her veins as Brittany increased her pace, her climax not that far away as that coil in her addomen tightened even further. The sound of laboured breathing filled the room as Brittany continued to increase her pace and without warning Santana somehow managed to slide her hand downwards into Brittany's own waiting center. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and the surprise of how Snatana managed it considering how close they were together but the Latina captured her focus back.
"Don't slow down. Please."
The desperate whimper that escaped Santana's mouth told her to just go with it and if it helped her reach her high faster if she touched her whilst she touched her Brittany wasn't going to argue. Instead she let Santana work her fingers in and out of her as she sped up her pace and by the sound that came out of Santana's mouth she was back to reaching her climax, and fast. Brittany felt her own pleasure rising, Santana's hand speeding up it's ministrations and just the thought of the Latina pleasuring her at the same time told her that it wouldn't take long before she too reached her own edge for a second time, the action turning her on more than she would ever admit out loud.
Without realising it she let go of Santana's thigh and her hand went to her back, her fingers stratching deeply at her skin as Santana helped build her pleasure, their paces equal as they rapidly approached that edge.
"Britt..."
Bittany watched the furrowing of Santana's brow before her and she continued to pump in and out of her lover at a fast pace, Santana's hand speeding up in response. "Come for me baby."
Her hand's pace became erratic and Brittany knew it was coming but Santana never stopped even as her orgasmn ripped through her body. Brittany heard her moan loudly, her name rolling off her lips in a heated gasp and moments later Brittany was being thrown into her second orgasmn, the two of them helping each other ride out their shared highs. Soon their hands stopped and Santana gazed, breathing heavily as she watched Brittany raise her slender fingers to her lips. She groaned as she watched the blonde taste her, licking her fingers off until there was nothing left at all. Santana bit her lip before pulling her in for a hurried kiss, Brittany smirking into it in pride knowing that she was still getting Santana turned on even after that amazing event that was their joint orgasms.
"Hmm, you taste good baby." All Santana did was groan in response making her laugh. "What?"
"Just shut up and let me kiss you."
"Fine."
When Brittany shivered a few moments later Santana pulled away and managed to get them both under the overs before laying on her back, letting the blonde rest her head on her chest as they snuggled together. It was a few moments of silence later before one of them eventually broke it.
"Santana?"
"Yeah?" She asked, her fingers absently playing with stray strands of Brittany's hair.
"That was the best race winning sex ever."
The Latina chuckled underneath her, Brittany feeling it radiate through her chest. "Hmm, you think so?" Brittany nodded. "Then I guess I'll have to win more often."
Brittany lent up, resting her hand on her tan chest and then her head on her hand. "Yeah, I guess you will." She grinned, Santana looking at her intently for a few silent moments.
"I love you Britt."
"I love you too Santana."
Songs used: Lloyd Banks – 'I Don't Deserve You' (Ft. Jeremih) / Yelawolf – 'Down' / Saliva – 'Burn It Up' / Pia Mia – 'Do It Again' (Ft. Chris Brown & Tyga)
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