Continuation…
You'll see.
It was like my head was spinning and my heart was pounding beyond normal when I finally heard the slamming of the door. Santana even gave me a wink when she managed to step out the car and all I wanted to do right now is strangle her –tackle her in the boobs or something.
"Brittany, c'mon." she called and I can't help but just groan before making my way out of the car, straightening my shirt in the process.
Well, I could guess that normal person could conclude that I just had sex with myself judging my flushed cheeks, wobbly knees and the dripping sweat on the corner of my brows. I mean who could judge my body system –Santana, teasing me like she was born to tease the shit out of me.
She's frustrating.
Seriously.
"Are you okay?" She asks with a laugh, looking at me.
Fuck you! "I'm fine." I glared at her, shoving my hands inside my back pocket.
She let a small giggle bubble down her throat before crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay. If you say so." She pressed with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes at her, fastening my pace. I'm pretty sure she knows what she's doing –and I kind of hate her for that. Actually no, I hate her.
If there's one thing she knows the best about me is that –her boobs and the aroma of that breath of hers is something that could hypnotize me.
"Brittany, are you okay?" Santana's voice once again rang through my ears realizing that I was just standing by the door.
For a second I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and facing her with a tight lip smile. She got that mocking look all over her face and I'm pretty sure she's having a happy dance inside her head. Slowly, I bit my lower lip before nearing my face against hers, and I felt the small gasp that left her lips at my sudden action. "Santana." I called her name, all raspier and lower than I intended to.
"Uh.. Yea?" she questions, and I swear to God I saw her gulping as she stares at my lips. Her breath was hot against my cheeks and I know deep inside that I was two seconds away from giving up with my plan.
I told you, you're not the only one who knows this game.
This time, I pucker my lips, slowly blowing some air against her cheeks until I reached her ear and I can feel her shudder against my body and she ended up closing her eyes, the slow and heavy sighs escaping her lips were like a soft melody into my ear not until I realized what I was doing. I let my hands slide down hers, just holding it there before slowly clearing my throat. "Ask me that once again, I'm going to strangle you with this door." I whispered before grabbing the keys in her hands and crossing my arms over my chest.
Santana's eyes flutter open almost rapidly, shock and disappointment reigning beneath her eyelids. And this time it's my time to ask her the same question with a renewed fervour, of course. "Are you okay, Santana?" I asked mockingly.
She swallowed dryly, her left hand flying on the corner of her brows wiping the sweat that collected there. "I'm gre-great." She stutters out and I wanted to roll on the floor and just laugh.
That's what you call revenge.
Santana took a single step backwards before letting her hands ran through her hair. "I uh… I think you should open the door." She suggested not even looking at me.
I sent her a last smug grin before doing what she just said. "Did you call your mother that we're… moving in?" My voice along with my question died when the door swung open. And yes my mouth also died for it fell off the tiled floor.
SERIOUSLY, I STILL DON'T THINK I COULD GET OVER THE FACT THAT THEY WERE THIS RICH. What I mean is, their house in Lima fairly threw me off a cliff and right now I think it'll be the same situation.
"Yea. I called her this morning and she was all this squeak and shrill on the other line." Santana's voice broke my trance with a raspy voice, and before I know it 3 guys entered the house, boxes of my stuff in their hands. Santana gave me a signal to count my boxes everytime they enter the door so I did, as if someone would think of stealing my family picture.
"Oh. That was fast." I muttered stepping towards her when the last box was gingerly placed by the middle of the living room. Santana gave the guy with the weird moustache a nod before they exited the house. "What? Now, you own a space shuttle or something?" I joked to lighten up the mood, I'm for sure that Santana is as sexually frustrated as I am right now and judging the way her brows knitted and her forehead creased, she's on her way to take a revenge on me.
After a complete minute of just staring at each other, Santana gave me a wide grin. "Trust me, I do." Were her last words before she completely disappeared under my gaze, walking away.
Probably heading for a cold shower. Lol.
It was probably the longest 1 hour of my life. When Santana went upstairs, probably to give herself her a relief (what am I even thinking?) I decided to give myself a tour through this house which I kind of regret for it was too big and I just can't…
For a short moment I closed my eyes before taking a chug of water and let my shoulders relax as I leant on the counter. The kitchen has nice wood dark flooring matching the dark colour of the cupboards and drawers by the wall and not to mention the olive or green mix granite counter island in the middle, and everything that is needed for cooking is in here, no wonder about that tho, Santana loves to cook. The living room, a high wood ceiling with a decent functional fireplace complementing the nice and dark neutral colours throughout the house, I kind of hate dark colours before but right now I guess it's kind of relaxing in some way. And there is the Master bedroom upstairs, 2 spare rooms and of course the guest room in the first floor, each single one has its own bathroom.
Now tell me, are we the only people living in this house? Because for me, I could ask Aunt Lacy and her family to move in here and there will still be so much space.
"Hey stranger." My eyes flew on Santana's body, and that sexy wet hair of hers.
I told you so, she just had a cold shower! I still got the best instincts in the world!
"Hey." I greeted back, Santana wiggles her brow before emptying the glass of water in my hands, putting it on the sink right after.
"I see, you haven't unpacked yet." She croaked. "Your thing won't unpack itself, you know." She added with a giggle before mirroring my position.
"So is this all ours?" I asked, nudging her shoulder.
Santana's lower lip jutted out, shrugging. "Yep. Why don't you like it? I mean we could always sell it, and go for a smaller one." She suggested, facing me.
I shook my head instantly before smiling. "I love it, I just… don't you think it's too much? We're not actually married. I mean we are, but not that… that kind of marriage." my voice lowered on the last part and for some unknown reason my heart started banging inside my ribcage.
Santana's eyes averted on the floor, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. "Like what I said, we could always sell it." She muttered under her breath, locking our eyes once again. "At least, were not doing that for at least 9 months, right?"
9 months. That sounds a very long time, but on the back of my head I think I wanted something longer than that, but who am I to demand anything from Santana? She's just paying me to be her wife. "Of course." I nodded, smiling.
"C'mon. I'll help you unpack." She smiled back.
"No."
"Yes?"
"No! Santana, no! Okay? Just no!"
"Why not?"
"I told you, I can't."
"Brittany, I promise you, I won't push you off the bed again. I swear!" She mumbled pleadingly as I continued shaking my head.
Santana just told me that we have to stay in the same bedroom and I'm nearly losing my shit up here. "No! Just no. There were like 3 more spare rooms that I could sleep on, I'm not staying in the same bed with you, okay?"
"Why not?"
"Uhh. Because you might rape me?" I nearly yelled and Santana just burst out laughing. My brows knitted as I look at her, from head to toe. Her skin almost like glimmering under the small light trickling from the slightly agape window and that sweet laugh of hers echoing inside the room.
"Me?" she asked, pointing a single finger on her face whilst still stifling a giggle.
"Yes, and I won't risk my virginity for that matter." I said nonchalantly.
Santana just shook my head before returning her eyes on me. "Brittany, please. The least that I know is that my mom could've planted a hidden camera somewhere in this house. And them, discovering that we're not staying in the same bedroom as wife and wife would be a big question."
For a minute, I let her words sink into my brain before taking a deep breath and taking a few steps towards her. "Okay, fine. You made your point. But, listen. If you try to even touch me –I'm going to scream so loud, everybody in this neighbourhood will think that you're trying to kill me… with a chainsaw or something. Get it?" I said challengingly.
Santana softly scoffed before nodding. "Aye aye captain." She grinned.
"Good. Now where do I put my stuff?"
"Good thing, is that we do have the walk in closet so you could just throw your stuff in there. You have the right side and I'll have the other half." She shrugged before tipping her head on the corner where the walk in closet was found, and I just mumbled a small okay before watching her disappear by the door.
"Hey, Britt?" her voice came in, not long after.
"Yea?"
"Chinese or pizza?" She asked, playfully wiggling her brows.
I hummed in response with my lips pursed together. "Chinese."
"Got it!"
For a very long time, I never realized that Chinese could taste this could with Santana babbling endlessly beside me. It was actually pretty odd that it's my time to listen to her stories which she quote "Back in the Dark Ages", and it's actually fun too, that we don't have to banter at each other like grade schoolers. She even asked me questions about my mom and dad and for the first time, I managed to tell something about my family without really crying. That I could only guess is that I got someone that could lighten up the mood any second the tears are stinging my eyes.
Now that I got Santana, even what she knows was just tease or yell at me but deep inside she still got that awesome self of hers.