With a loud groan I managed to close Santana's bedroom door behind me before plopping onto the mattress, burying my face on one of the pillows, it was actually pretty hard to breathe, but hell I care. I didn't even bother taking off my shoes, it just seems to be a lot of work to take them off. For a whole minute, I can hear Santana shuffling on the corner before I felt something poking on my calves.
At first I was trying to ignore it but when it got a little firmer, my brows knitted and I ended up rolling over.
"Ummm. What are you doing? " I asked awkwardly propping my elbow to support my weight and I got a perfect view of Santana taking off my sneakers with gentle and delicate fingers. My mouth fell open when she even gave my ankles a firm squeeze before letting each pump slide on the floor with a soft thud.
"You can't sleep on my bed with your shoes on, just so you know." She said with a light scoff getting up on her feet, I just realised that she's already on her pyjamas and I can't help but snicker lightly when there's a picture of her and Quinn printed on her top. "What?" she asked when I looked at her from head to toe, I bit back a laugh before pointing on her shirt and Santana immediately rolled her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest. "She got it for me last Christmas and its super comfy so, don't laugh!" She mumbled with a groan before crawling under the covers.
"You're really funny." I laughed, just imagining Quinn giving Santana this gift in a wrapped up box with a very cute bow on top.
"Shut up! Aren't you changing for something comfortable?" She asked as she hoists her pillow and moved to a sitting position.
"I don't have my things with me." I grumbled. And I just remember that Aunt Lacy must have been worried of me. Fuck!
"You can borrow my stuff." She suggested. I didn't even bother looking at her, I just got my eyes plastered on the ceiling, thinking of my alibi to tell.
"I mean is it okay?" I asked hesitantly.
"My pyjamas' were going to be a little short but you'll live." She mumbled and I can hear in her voice that she's shrugging.
"Okay." I mumbled before flinging my feet to the side and getting up on my feet with a loud sigh echoing inside my ear. Just when Santana's image hit the corner of my eyes, my head flew on her direction in an animalistic pace. My mouth gone dry and I really don't know if it was my stomach or something lower gone wild too.
"Bottom drawer." She mumbled not even giving me a small glance, her voice shook me in my paralyzed state. When her index finger met the rim of her glasses and her thumb swiped on the tip of her tongue I think I just had a mind blowing orgasm, a very intense one.
I think I just came watching Santana read a book. A fucking book! God damn it Brittany!
"Are you gonna change or what?" she asked curiously before flipping a single page on the book before her, still not looking at me.
God! I really don't know what's wrong with me, Santana was just simply wearing an eyeglass and here I am having a vivid sex dream, and take note, I'm awake. Well, it's maybe because of the fact that she looks so fucking hot in those glasses and also I'm also pretty worked up because of what happened earlier.
Bless me baby Jesus!
"Brittany." Santana whispered and in my mind it was like a moan! God! I'm such a pervert!
After a second or two "Bottom drawer it is." I announced looking away. My legs felt jelly when I got up on my feet before stumbling towards the wooden cabinet.
Santana threw me a quick glance when she saw me balancing her stuff in my arms. "I'll just go change." I mumbled with a smile and she just gave me a small nod in response before flipping another page.
After the longest cold shower, ever I don't think I still got those dirty images cramming my brain. God! And now I'm super super sexually frustrated! This is so weird!
With a low groan, I decided to dry myself before slipping on one of Santana's pyjamas and tank top. Actually, this isn't a really good idea for it actually smells like Santana, smells like vanilla and candies almost making me feel dizzy in the best way possible or maybe making my lower stomach pull a little stronger.
If there's one thing I've been worrying right now is that how could I manage to look at Santana in the eye right now, now that I got this image playing inside my head. Her, wearing very sexy lingerie or just simply in her bra and panties, and by that I got an amazing view of her abs. She's walking towards me in a very sexy rhythm, her hips were swaying side by side and her hair in a very light curls cascading pass her shoulder blades with that lustful look in her eyes and of course she's wearing that god damn eyeglasses.
"Fuck!" I groaned lowly when I felt how slick I was, not noticing that I already slid my right hand inside my panties.
Everything was throbbing, my body alight with untamed arousal. I pressed my fingers down, my breath hitching when the tips grazed on my swollen clit. I was so sensitive that it would barely take a minute before I can feel that familiar tug in my lower half. My chest began to rise and fall rapidly, as I slid my fingers further into my entrance, gasping when the tips teasingly brush on my inner walls.
"Oh God." I hissed lowly, trying to supress the moan that has been trying to escape my lips. I know for a fact that this is so wrong yet it felt so right and good at the same time. I began to slowly trace my clit and by that I can feel the small prickle of sweat dwelling on the corner of my brows as the knot on my lower abdomen tightens.
"So good." I moaned, which technically came out like a grunt when I finally shoved a single digit inside of me, gritting my teeth when I realised how slick and wet I was, my walls practically squeezed my finger. "S'nt'na."
After three flicks on my throbbing nub, I came undone. A shrill moan escaped my lips as my body began to shake. My hips bucked along with the waves of pleasure scorching through my body. It was so intense that it felt like a whole minute my body trashed and those small whimpers bubbling down my throat. Like a reflex, my fingers slowed their ministrations, slowly dragging that amazing orgasm out of my body. I took a long, shaky breath and exhaled, opening my eyes.
Before I could even dwell on my post orgasmic bliss, I heard a soft knock on the door breaking me from my daze followed by Santana's voice asking if I'm okay, I yelled a short 'Yea' and I just want to thank my voice for coming out a little normal. With a renewed sense of relief, I stood up, my legs like jelly for the first few seconds before moving off to a new location. I braced myself on the marble material of the sink, my chest still heaving heavily and my mouth still dry.
"Holy fuck." I sighed looking at my own reflection.
That just didn't happen.
My hands went autopilot turning on the tap water and letting the cold water ran through my wrist. It just calms me down. When I was finally back to my senses, and I already changed to another set of fresh clothes I finally made my way out the bathroom.
My eyes pulled on the ground when I saw Santana was still on her previous position, reading her book. When she finally noticed my presence, she gave me a quick glance and I can't help but feel awkward.
I just touched myself inside her fucking bathroom, thinking of her! Fuck!
"What took you so long?" She asked with a light confusion in her voice and I can't help but swallow dryly.
Oh nothing! I just fingered myself thinking of you. "I shaved my legs."
"Oh. That's explains your groans and grunts." She says, her voice full of nonchalance and innocence. My mouth fell open, literally. She heard me!
"Yea." Is all I can say, I can feel the heating up of my cheeks and ears. Thank god, that's its pretty dark and Santana can't get a perfect view of my flustered face.
And when I thought I'm already safe under the covers she spoke. "You looked flushed, though." She informed me with a concerned look. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine." I smiled through gritted teeth, before pulling the sheets just above my chin. And Santana might have bought it for she didn't talked anymore instead she closed her book with a soft whisper before taking off that god damn eyeglasses.
And when I thought that she's about to face the other side, she didn't. Instead she rolled herself on my direction. Eyeing me playfully, with that little smirk tugged on her lips.
"Have I ever told you that I saw Tina in Hawaii?" she asked me with a giggle.
"Really?" I asked curiously, she just nodded before shuffling closer and I did the same. "Did she saw you?"
"Of course not!" she shook her head, still that grin playing along her lips. "Well, almost. I may have poked my eye and all but the important thing is that she didn't saw me." she sighed approvingly.
"That must have been awkward." I mumbled. My body froze when I realised how close our body was, if any of us attempted to move any closer then the tips of our nose may already grazed each other. I can already feel her hot breath hitting my upper lip causing my heart to skip a beat or two.
"Yea." She nodded, biting her lip when her eyes landed on my lips.
"I'm sorry." I responded lowly.
"For what?" she asked curiously. Her eyes finally locked with mine, it felt magical that her eyes were practically twinkling even in the dark.
"For ditching you. I was just so mad." I sighed.
Santana wet her lips before talking. "It's okay. I understand, what I did was wrong and I just deserve that." she sighs.
"It's just, that moment, I can't even manage to look at your pretty face more than a second or two, I wanted to just smack you with my suitcase."
Santana let out a low giggle before poking on my nose. Inwardly, I kind of gasp, that was just sort of intimate but instead I just giggled. "That's okay. Well, thank you for not smacking me, though. I don't want to end up with a ginormous bruise on my face when we reach Hawaii." She giggled some more.
"I kind of did you a favour huh?" I laughed and she just nodded. It was a whole minute we were just laughing and I never felt so full of life for a very long time.
"Wait." Santana gasped after a minute. "You think I'm pretty?" she smirked.
My mouth open and close, there's my voice trying to escape yet just a small squeak echoed inside the four corners of her room.
"Oh my god! You do! You do think I'm pretty!" she laughed a little louder ad I just groan in response, sticking my tongue out.
"Night, Santana!" I huffed and laughed at the same time before facing the other direction. Santana continues laughing on the other side and after a few seconds I felt the dipping of the bed behind me.
"I think you're pretty too. So don't worry! Night, Brittany." she giggled on my ear, her hot breath hitting the insides, giving that little tingles down my whole body. And after that Santana curl on her side and before I know it, the room was filled with the steady pattern of her breathing.
It's actually really good how Santana is acting right now. I just wish that she'd stay like this then we won't have any problem and we can actually enjoy this deal to the fullest. And maybe after the divorce we could be a really good friends, that's actually a really good plan. Next thing I know, I found myself dozing to sleep with Santana's soft snores melding with mine.
I wake up the next morning with that familiar sound grumbling inside my stomach. I slowly open my eyes, blinking them a few times, trying to adjust to the harsh light. My eyes instantly wanders my surroundings and notice that I'm still on Santana's bed, hands gripping the sheets and my nose buried on Santana's pillow, there's her sweet smell invading my senses causing that small smile graze my lips.
And just that, what I did last night replayed inside my head! God! I'm so dead. Guilt started running through my body as I recall how I called Santana's name when I came, oh no! That is so embarrassing. What? I'm a 24 year old woman, with needs and by me saying 'needs' not just food, clothing and shelter.
"Fuck!" I groaned onto the pillow, muffling the four letter word. Rolling over, I sighed into the air. What should I do?
"Brittany!" here comes the shrilling sound of my name being called and I can't help but grumble to myself before strolling through the kitchen, where the sound came from.
Just when I was two steps away from the dining table, I was greeted by Santana's sweet smile, she's holding a spatula on her left hand whilst a cup of coffee on the other.
"What are you doing?" Dumb question. What? I just don't see Santana as the person who cooks and tries to make her own food. I saw her; this kind of hard faced bitch who knows nothing but whine when things don't go on the way she wanted.
"Uhh. Breakfast?" she stated with a questioning tone, her eyes roaming the table. There's a platter of blueberry pancakes and two cups of coffee readily placed on the either side.
"I can see that." I mumbled almost dumbfounded when Santana pointed on the free stool across hers which I took a little curiously.
"Eat." She said between chomps of her pancake. "Are you ready?" she asked taking a big gulp of her coffee.
I swallowed a forkful of pancake before eyeing her asking "With what? This is really good, by the way." I complemented before bringing the rim of my cup by my lips taking a small sip.
"Thanks. And yea we're flying back to Boston this afternoon."
I almost choked on my coffee when I heard Santana's words. "What?"
"Boston. Don't you want to get your normal life back?" she asked.
"Of course I do. It's just way too fast, I guess." I sighed, my fork made an almost inaudible sound against the plate. "I haven't spent that much time with my family." I added lowly.
Santana's brows knitted in response. I know that she's curious, for all she knows that my real family were already dead, but c'mon Aunt Lacy's family happens to be my second one and the only one, for that matter. "But- You told me-"
"When you were in Hawaii, I spent my whole week with my Aunt Lacy and her family, just a 30 minutes' drive from here. She's my mom's twin and they treat me like their own daughter, so." I cut her off and she nods in response.
"Well, we can leave a little early so that we could gather your things from there and you could formally say goodbye. How's that?" she smiled before shoving another bite of pancake in her mouth.
"That's a really good plan." I grin before mirroring her action with renewed energy. "You should cook more often, this is really good."
"Really?" she grins, her cheeks bunching up.
"Yea, I mean it's really good."
"Just like last night when you said I'm pretty?"
"Yea." I said right away not even minding what the question was. "I mean no! Well, y-yes. Actually it's a different matter, so." I rambled whilst feigning innocence through a swig of my coffee, which a hissed echoed inside the whole kitchen followed by Santana's cackle when I burnt the tip of my tongue.
"Shit!" I hissed some more, my fingers trying to wipe the hot liquid pouring from my mouth.
"You've got a little something here." She stated with a giggle before grabbing a tissue from the counter and propping her elbow against the marble counter, nearing her face against mine, the soft piece of tissue brushed against my chin and I can't help but stare at Santana on how she was trying to wipe the damp area just below my lower lip.
I bit my tongue a little harder when her face was just mere inch away from mine, my lips almost buzzing against hers. My eyelids were trying to close in their own accord, almost anticipating for Santana to just lean in and kiss me.
"We gotta pack. We'll I gotta pack." She breathed playfully against my lips before pulling away and by that I just realised the amount of air I have been trying to supress inside. "Are you okay?" she smirked and I just nodded before shoving a whole piece of her pancake inside my mouth. "Cool. I'll wait for you upstairs." She smiled before spinning around, leaving me frustrated.
Sexually frustrated, let's just be clear.
I'm really not sure if Santana is really clueless about this, or is this part of her game? Teasing me! If that so, what do they say about these things, oh right! Two can play at this game and I'll make sure I'll win.
"Right!" I announced triumphantly before taking a sip of my coffee, groaning when it was still pretty hot. "Right."
For 20 minutes now, Santana simply got her eyes closed, I really don't know if she's asleep or not, for she got her chest falling and rising in a calm motion. "San?"
She hums sleepily in reply, quirking her brow.
"We're almost there." I informed her. Santana stirs in her sleep, slowly opening her eyes in small slits like she was analysing where the hell are we.
"Where the hell are we?" she asks, her voice raspier than normal.
"Almost there, trust me." I assured her my hand landing on her forearm, squeezing it ever so lightly. I froze, realizing what I was doing, so instead I just giggled and running my hand through my hair, and yea I just wish Santana was too busy counting the trees by the road to notice.
"Left." I calmly yelled and the Santana's driver obeyed. I sent San a grin before nodding on Aunt Lacy's house just about few more meters, she just returned the smile and yet I can see that she's quite nervous.
"Hey." I smiled at her, this time I think I have the right to hold her forearm so I did. "You okay?"
"Do they even know that you're married?" she asks warily, her eyes fixated on my hands just below her wrist.
"Yea, I mean neither of us can hide this." I shrugged my index finger find its way through Santana's wedding ring.
Santana smiles a little calmer this time before letting a sigh escape her lips.
"It's gonna be okay, I'll just gather my things then we're outta here. Well, all you have to do is say 'Hi' and 'I'm fine thank you.' that wasn't so hard right?" I laughed and she does the same, nodding. "One thing! Always, always, make eye contact. Don't ever ever look away when they're talking to you, or else they'll think you're lying." I warned just in time the car came into a halt.
"Okay. That's a good tip." She sighs with a grin and by that we manage to step out the car.
It was actually pretty chilly when we manage to stumble through the front porch, I can see Santana on the corner of my eyes that she's awkwardly clawing the hem of her shirt, so with a lot of willpower I took her free hand, tangling our fingers, and I can't help but frown when my palm met hers.
"You're freezing." I whispered, giving her hand a firm squeeze.
"Nervous." She simply stated.
"Don't be." I smiled before raising my hand, knocking on the wooden door.
After a second or two, I heard the frantic footsteps approaching the front door by that I gave Santana one last smile, I heard the squeaking of the door before me, not noticing that Aunt Lacy was already standing by the doorway, she got a single brow quirk, her hands securely placed on her hips and her face was nearly flaring with anger.
Oh God!
"Hey Aun-"
"Brittany Susan Pierce!" her voice was highly unlikely compared to her sweet and caring voice, and I can't help but gulp dryly.
"I can explain." I said straightaway, raising my hands in defence.
"You were gone for ages yesterday, and how do you explain that?" she challenged me.
"This is Santana, my wife." I all said. Almost instantly it stopped the elder woman's rambling in front of me and her eyes slowly pulled on Santana's direction.
"Hi." Santana whispered, waving her hand.
"Oh my god Brittany, why didn't you say so? Come in!" She gasped, pulling Santana inside the house, leaving me hanging by the front porch.
Okay.
"Dan! Shelly! Santana's here." She yells.
"Who's Dantana?" Uncle Dan yells from the kitchen, his eyes widening when he finally saw me and Santana sitting on the lovers couch, with Aunt Lacy's loving look all over the place. "You mean Santana." He cleared out before offering his hand to the only brunette inside the living room. Santana's lips were twitching to form a smile as she shook his hand.
"You mean Brittany's… wife." Shelly's voice gone broken when her eyes landed on Santana and I, her pace slowing when she was finally two steps away from us. "Oh my god! You're really pretty!" she gasped. "Can I hug you?" she mumbled shyly.
"Sure." Santana shrugged before opening her arms, and Shelly never wastes any second when she lunged herself around Santana's torso.
"So Santana.." Uncle Dan starts.
"Wait! Before you go your usual curious selves, I just wanted you to guys know why we're here. We're flying back to Boston this afternoon and I just want to say proper goodbye's and I gotta get my things." I said.
The three blondes just stared at me and in unison their eyes were drawn back to Santana.
"Whatever!" They said unison. "So Santana…"
"Okay, I'm gonna go pack now." I whispered against Santana's ears before pecking her on the cheek, I saw Santana's cheeks turned bit red and I can't help but supress a giggle when she held my hand stopping my trance. "You're gonna be okay." I smiled.
"Be nice!" I warned the three before walking through the staircase, sending Santana one last smile before emerging upstairs.
It was a whole hour or two and I managed to fix my stuff. There's the familiar tightening of my chest thinking that once again I'll be leaving this place, and if there's one thing I'll be keeping to myself right now, is that I know for a fact that I have a family to run into when I'll be needing one.
A small smile lingers on my lips when I saw a picture of me, Shelly and Karen on the nightstand, that's one of the beautiful memories I'll be treasuring and cherishing my whole life. With a deep breath, I managed to close Shelly's old bedroom behind me before making my way down the living room where I can hear the fading giggles of Uncle Dan and Aunt Lacy.
"That's really funny, Santana!" Aunt Lacy giggled some more, actually she's more of cackling.
An automatic smile grazed my lips when I saw how happy my family was. Shelly was almost curled on the couch trying to catch her breath and Uncle Dan was slapping the arm rest trying calm himself down.
"Oh, Babe!" Santana calls with a light laugh, there's the small tears dwelling on her eyes, well maybe because of laughing too much.
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked through a smile.
"The spider thingy in my bathroom, do you remember that?" she laughs and I just nod, taking a seat beside her.
"You guys are so cute." Aunt Lacy sighs on her seat and I can hear in her voice that she's about to cry, she does this when she's too happy, she just cries and never stops.
"Yes honey, they are so cute. You don't have to cry." Uncle Dan sighs, rubbing on her wife's back.
"You are so cute." Aunt Lacy sighs once again and I know for one a sigh escaped mine too.
I squint my eyes open when I felt something poking on my cheeks. "Whu?" I grumbled trying to swat the finger on my cheek. "Shtap!" I grumbled once again trying to keep my eyes closed, and Santana just giggled.
"We're landing." She whispers hotly in my ear.
"Already?" I asked sleepily. She hums in response and with long, deep breath I peeled my eyes open, realizing that yes we're about to land.
I ended up adjusting my seat and saw Santana eating some gummy bears from her pocket.
"Wha-"
"What? I might get dizzy!" she mumbled defensively and I just shook my head, rolling my eyes.
Does that help?
And before I can ask her a question, the fasten your seatbelt sign lit up and I just ignored Santana who continued munching another handful of candies.
"Thanks." She sighed when I handed her suitcase before we made our way out the airport, just when neither of us realised that we're holding each other's hand and our body so close.
"So, what now?" she asked lowly when we we're finally by the arriving area.
"Like what you said, we're now finally back to our normal lives." It was just barely 3 weeks and I can feel my heart soaring at the words that escaped my lips.
By that Santana let go of my hand and I wanted to just scream at the loss of contact. There's the sad look written all over her face and I can't help the same to play along mine.
"I'll just call you, if ever." She sighs, connecting our eyes.
"Okay." That one word somehow made my heart ache.
Santana's suitcase met the ground with a soft thud before tugging on my arm, and next thing I know is that she got her arms latched around my neck, my hand encircling around her upper body.
"See you." she smiled when she finally pulled away.
"Yea." I whispered, by that Santana turned around and I did the same, taking the opposite direction she just took.
The urge of looking back was getting harder and harder by every step I took. By then, I just didn't, I'm too scared to see if she's thinking the same thing.
A part of me wished that I should have looked back.
A part of me.