WARNING!
SEXY TIMES IN THIS CHAPTER (FINALLY)
Part 2
"I'm not siding in any of you guys." She sighed, her hands landing on her hips. "Don't start Santana! Don't start!" She warned with a strong voice, leaving me by the door.
I let my hands slide by my side with a soft groan falling from my lips, my ears burning for unknown reason well maybe it's the fact that I wanted to kill Miranda all over and over again. "For real?" I sighed to myself, following Brittany in small and insecure steps.
"Santana? Hi!" Perky voice rang through my ears, stopping my trance.
Is this a person or a jar of pickled radish with a glass of vodka in its hands? Oh right! This is Brittany's boss in that goddamn coffee shop. "If I'm not mistaken you're…. Raquel? Right?" I really don't know if her name came out right, I believe that it starts with a letter R. Brittany might have mentioned it once or twice I guess.
"It's Rachel actually, though thank you for remembering the first syllable that must have been difficult for you." She smiled, that perfectly flossed teeth showing. "An utmost pleasure finally speaking with you, Santana Lopez. It's been a month and can I just declare that seeing you and Brittany in that short amount of time I can finally conclude that you look totally in love and I'm truly jovial that you guys still found your way back to each other's lives. That's just miraculous." Rachel said dramatically, her fingers securely clasped by her chest and the way her eyes flicker under the fade lighting was almost making my head spin in the worst way possible.
And hell! Who in earth still uses the word jovial? Jesus! I'm not even sure if Shakespeare used that word. Or even Quinn, that girl owns a fucking library. Trust me.
"And I have never seen Brittany this happy so I wanted to thank you for that and –"
"Let me stop you for a second." I smiled, cutting her off. My brows knitted when her other words finally sinking into my brain. "What do you mean by finding our way back?" I asked, curiosity dripping in my voice.
"Oh, that I'm truly jov-"
"Please stop using the J-word! I think I'm going to have a stomach ache and I wanted to puke all over your existence when you say that again." I rolled my eyes, wiggling my pointer finger just before her face.
"Oh. That your path once again crossed? And trust me, I don't really believe in fate or destinies or other formalities like that but right now knowing how happy you're making my friend I'm starting to believe that you ladies met each other for a reason."
Truth be told. I'm still kind of confused as shit, right now. But hearing this gnome's words somehow made my heart flutter and that unusual beating of my heart once again resonating up to my ear creating those little tingles down my spine.
Am I making Brittany that happy? Just the mere question is enough to throw me off my concentration.
And next thing I know, this pygmy got her little arm linked with mine, her mouth opening and closing endlessly. Real thing is that I don't really understand anything she was saying. Believe me!
"Look, who I found." Rachel squealed, tensing her arms causing me to more of like tumble right in front of her.
"If you don't let go of my arms in the next 2 seconds I'm killing yo- Babe! Hi! I was just following you but this midget right here started babbling in front of me and I lost you." I said almost instantly when my eyes landed on Brittany, her brows still lightly knitted and her mouth slightly agape. "I mean Rachel." I added with a grin, unhooking my arms with the other brunette before making my way towards Brittany, giving her a small peck on the cheek causing the rest of the people around the table goes like 'Awww.' well maybe except for Miranda.
Last laugh, bitch.
"Puck, Mike this is Santana, my wife. Santana, this is Mike, Tina's boyfriend and Puck is just you know just.. Puck." Brittany listed off, scooting a little to give enough space for me to take with that small grin twitching her lips.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Santana. I heard a lot of good things about you." This Asian guy smiled at me, offering his hand which I took with a big smile. Believe me, I don't really do handshakes but right now, knowing that Brittany might go all Brittmaniac on me, I have to do so.
"Yow Britt! I didn't know that your wife is this… hot and really J-Lo." This guy with a mohawk and really impish smirk said, referring to me. "Hi, Santana if you guys ever broke up you know who to call first. I'm at your service, you can cry on my shoulder and we can have a tub of ice cream on my couch watching The Notebook and if you're drank enough with ice cream we can proceed to my bedroom… and watch Dear John or A Walk To Remember or any Nicholas Sparks' shit all over and over again." He added with a grin, offering his strong hand. I actually like this guy, his humour is just all over the top! Since before I never had the chance to have any guy friends for all I have is Quinn and her blonde hair.
And before I can even put my hand in the air Brittany already got her fingers wrapped around my wrist. "No. No handshake for you Puck, I'm sorry. But this is my wife and mine to keep." She said through a laugh. I know for a fact that came out a joke but it still made my heart bang like crazy.
God! What the fuck is wrong with me these days?
"Hey Miranda." Tina piped in when this bitch appeared out of nowhere giving me irks everywhere. "Have you met Santana? Brittany's wife." Is it going to be a crime if I kill this Asian, right now? Why does she have to emphasize that word? Tell me.
"Oh yea, of course. We've met a couple of times. I first met her on the plane and she told me that Brittany is her wife –at first –honestly speaking Santana I was kind of reluctant because I never have thought that Brittany would go for a Latina with boobs that big but when you appeared once again in the coffee shop I was like 'oh right.'" Miranda answered averting her line of sight on my direction, that scheming smile of hers is flashing lights all over the place.
I'm murdering this bitch. I swear to God!
"I'd say that's accurate. And you're so funny I forgot to laugh." I said through a smile, my fist turning into a ball. Brittany might have noticed the coiling of anger in my face when I felt something warm encircling my fingers, calming my every nerve. My eyes met hers when I realized what she was trying to do, and with another deep breath I let my shoulders relax, giving Miranda a firm glare in the process.
"Do you want me to get us a drink?" I whispered against Brittany's ear after a minute or two with my blood finally flowing normal.
Brittany smiles, nodding. "Sure."
I can't help but notice Miranda watching my every move especially when I exited the booth with my bitchy smirk being exhaled by everybody. With another eye roll that goes straight to that pooch I managed to turn on my heels heading towards the counter.
"Two raspberry vodka, please."
"Hi." A soft yet firm female voice piped in right after the bartender left to get my drinks.
"Uh. Hi there." I responded without looking at the source of that voice, and now that I think of it that voice is kind of familiar.
"Santana." She calls my name and this time my head spun in her direction and I swear to God, my mouth fell open.
What is she doing here? "Kaitlin! Hi!" I gasped, my right hand literally flying by my mouth. "Oh my god! How are you? I haven't seen you in like what? 2 years?" I added, engulfing the brunette before me in a bone crushing hug.
"2 years and a half, actually." She corrected with a grin, running her free hand through her hair.
I nodded with a laugh. "How are you? You just disappeared all of a sudden and you never called me." I asked her with a sigh, taking a hold of her left hand.
"Ask Caleb, he brought me to Africa to take pictures of snakes and cheetahs and crocodiles and other wide animals. At first I kind of hate it too, but I ended up liking it and decided to stay there over a couple of years." She smiled, entangling her fingers with mine. I can't help but smile at Kaitlin's enthusiasm as she speaks her words, it seems that she's very happy with all that's happening in her life.
"And who the hell is Caleb? I thought you're about to marry Rory?"
"We broke up a year after… that." She answered, her voice lowering on the last part. "And San, I for one is sure that you will love Caleb, he's sweet and amazing and truly gorgeous. And British." She added with clasped hands and her eyes twinkling in different dimensions. "I think he's the one."
"I'm happy for you Kait, really." I sighed happily, hugging her for the second time.
"How about you, San? What did I miss in your life?" She asked casually, flipping her hair to the side.
I'm already married. "Nothing much." I shrugged, tapping my feet on the floor.
"That's not what I heard."
OH fuck.
"Fine. I just got married last month."
"Whaaaaaaat?"
"I got married last month?"
"And you didn't inform me? Oh my god, Santana! I never heard a word from you and now you're telling me that you're already married? God! I so hate you right now." She nearly yelled, her drinks almost spilling on the floor, her deep green eyes widening and her mouth falling open at my sudden words.
Can I just kill myself, right now?
"But you said –"
"Yea, and I was talking about your promotion in your Dad's company. That's a very big deal for you and now, you're telling me that you just got married? Santana! I want to slap you righ- Errrm." My right hand went autopilot grabbing her drink before shoving it between her lips.
"Drink and calm down, please?" I softly said, my free hand wiping the amount of liquid dribbling down her chin.
"Care to explain?" She pants, her hand flying on her forehead whilst still eyeing me unbelievably.
"I just got married, Kait. I don't have to explain anything about it. It's not like I married her for business purpose, only. That's sick." And oh right, I married Brittany for business only. That's somehow tactless, really. "I married Brittany, because I love her." That escaped my lips almost automatically, and as much as I wanted to stop it, I can't.
I think I'm going to be sick.
"Of course you do. It's just I believe that you have some unfinished business with Steph and it's not that I'm saying that you have to dwell on your past you guys just have to have some… closure." Kristen murmured. "Everybody needs closure, Santana."
I let my eyes close for a second, taking a deep breath. "I know that, trust me. It's just…" her words slowly sinking into my brain and I can feel the tightening of my chest.
Kristen happens to be one my best friends since college. She was one of the people that I first came out with and she's one of the people that first knew about Steph and me. How much I loved Stephanie.
"You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened. I bet she has already forgiven you, San and it's time for you to forgive yourself." She added.
"I guess." I breathed lowly.
"Have you ever thought of seeing her? I bet she'll be very happy if she knew that you'll be there." She asks expectantly and I can't help but bit my lower lip, my line of sight dropping on the ground.
"I'm scared." I all but whisper, that familiar lump forming down my throat.
Kristen made no response instead it's her time to envelope me in a hug. "You don't have to be scared, San. Things happen for a reason and this…" She murmurs with a smile, taking a hold of my hand, her fingers running through my ring finger where that little handcuff is lying. " –could be the very reason why those things happened. I'm so happy for you, San." She finally said with a firm nod. "So happy that I wanted to cry." She joked, rolling her eyes in the process. "It's just I can't believe you're married… already! Like, how dare you not to invite me?" She exclaimed loudly, gaining other guests' attention.
"Can you like tone it down? I bet the nearest city knows it already." I said a little louder, slapping her on the arm.
"Still! I haven't met this lucky girl."
"She's actually here, you know." I murmured, just enough for her to hear.
There's a part of me that actually wants to just leave this place and hide somewhere else knowing that I'm letting one of my closest friend meet Brittany as my wife coz I never do that. I make someone a part of my life but not theirs. On the other corner of my brain it actually gives me that fear of giving away that promise I made with myself.
And before I know it, I'm being dragged by a crazy brunette with deep green eyes towards the table I was sitting on minute ago.
Oh fuck.
"Who's Brittany?" Have I ever told you that she can be very very embarrassing?
Nope. Guess not.
Everybody sitting on the booth went silent and so is the beating of my heart when I saw Brittany's hard glare on my frozen body realizing that Kaitlin got her arm wrapped round my waist and just when I was about to cut Kristen's arms with a chainsaw or something, she already placed her hands on her hips with that soft grunt escaping her lips, her eyes fixated on the troop before us.
"Kait-" My voice died when Kaitlin gave me a hard look almost identical with what was Brittany giving me.
I'm killing myself. Yes.
"You can't be Brittany. You're too short and your nose is too big." Kaitlin broke the silence, crossing over her chest as she eyes Rachel with all her fierceness.
And if it wasn't for the fact that Brittany will for sure kill me, I could've died laughing. With that look all over Rachel's face? Priceless.
"And you…" She once again started, crossing her arms over her chest her eyes boring holes onto Tina's head.
"What?" Tina, returning the look with a question all over her face.
"Especially you, you can't be Brittany. I've known Santana for a quite long time and I don't think she digs the Asians, no offense. And your name can't be Brittany, yours is probably Yoko or something Asian-y." Kaitlin retorted with a short laugh, taking a small sip of her drink. "And what are you Chinese? Vietnamese?"
Can I smack Kaitlin with a table right now?
"I'm Korean." Tina answered a matter-of-fact, adjusting her seat.
"Oh." Kaitlin gasped, sending me quick glances that grin still twitching her lips. "Anyeonghaseo!" Kaitlin added after second or two, making the whole place a lot awkward than earlier. All their eyes were drawn on our direction with that unreadable expression written all over their faces.
God. They probably think this woman right here is fucking drunk or high or something, oh well I think so too.
And before I can even stop her, she already got her head cocked to the side, her brows knitted together and her lips pursed into a thin line. And yes, Miranda was burning under her glare.
And wait… I don't think I'm getting this right. What the fuck is she doing beside Brittany? Like seriously, almost automatically I felt the rushing of blood through my brain, that familiar coiling of my blood seeping through my veins.
"I think Santana's bitchiness is enough for the world to flow normally and I don't think she'll marry someone who's a lot bitchier for all its worth. Just saying pretty girl in blue green dress. And you're brunette… and that's kind of illegal in her rubrics, so."
A round of applause for this malevolent creature right here.
"And you... must be Brittany." She trailed with a soft giggle giving me a meaningful look. "I guess Santana hasn't loss her battle yet. You know, blonde hair, blue eyes and I guess you're an inch taller than her?"
Brittany's lips formed a small smile, her eyes alternating on me and Kaitlin with that I'm-fucking-confused-right-now look.
"I'm Kaitlin." Kaitlin broke the staring contest with a cheery voice, offering her hand.
I saw Brittany took a deep breath before taking a sip of her drink. "And I'm Brittany." she smiled, taking Kait's hand. And I can't help but roll my eyes when I saw K mouthing 'she's cute.' with an exaggerated gasp. "Santana's wife." She added with her lips pressed together.
"I'm Santana's ex-girlfriend. It's nice to meet you, Brittany."
Let me just compose myself for a second before I kill Kaitlin with my bare hands.
"But you're brunette?" Rachel piped in, confused. My eyes popped open just in time it landed on Brittany's slightly agape mouth and her brows knitted in an unusual way.
"What? I just dyed my hair."
"And your eyes weren't blue?" Puck followed looking at Kaitlin accusingly.
"Gooood! You guys, I just feel so green-y today so I bought contacts." Kaitlin nearly whined, tugging on the hem of my dress.
"No – she's actually my-"
"You know Brittany, Santana here, is such an amazing singer, like every time she can put me to sleep with the simplest hymn she could came up with but when she finally opens her mouth all I wanted to is listen to her all night. An amazing cook, like when she cooks me breakfast every morning with that glorious pancake of hers. An amazing girlfriend and I mean with her outstanding humor everybody will die laughing. God! And have you ever heard her sexy laugh? Jesus!"
"Kait!" I yelped, I don't like where this is headed.
"I know baby, it still kinda stings that we're over. But I do believe that Brittany here is great, so it'll be better if we could just move on with our lives." She said with all the seriousness she could muster whilst maintaining eye contact and that hint of wicked plan reigning beneath her eyelids.
She's loving this. I know.
And I'm loving the second that I could finally kill this bitch. Judging the way Brittany takes a sip of her drink whilst trying to avoid contact almost wants me to jump off a creek or something. And instead all I can do is run my hand through my hair with my fingers trembling for some unknown reason.
"Britt-" her name escaped my lips in a desperate means.
"Do you want to maybe join us?" Brittany chirped all of a sudden, awakening my sleeping shadow.
"I'd love to but my hot girlfriend is waiting for me. Though, it's really nice to meet you, Brittany and friends." Kait muttered emptying her glass and if it wasn't for the nagging voice on the back of my head I could've snatched the glass before shoving it down her throat.
And yes, I did not do that.
"And as much as I wanted to stay, I can't. So Sanny, it's really nice seeing you again after our three years of beautiful relationship that ended in a very sad break up." She added finally looking at me with twinkling deep green eyes before wrapping her arms around me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I mumbled angrily against her hair.
"Nothing. Just testing your relationship." She whispered back just enough for me to hear. "I missed you San, but I really need to go. I'm gonna call you, okay?"
And she's gone. Leaving me in the trashing air.
With those eyes filled with confusion makes me squirm in my place. "Well, that was quite a reunion." Rachel sliced the silence with a burning knife.
And like an explosion intensifying that unusual feeling in my chest when Brittany cleared her throat looking at me in a certain way that I have never seen before. And with a blink of an eye, I felt like my whole world was starting to unravel in front of me when I saw Brittany emptying a random glass in front of her before tugging Miranda by the arm and without another word they disappeared in my line of sight. And for the first time, I thought that my feet and arms were pretty useless, my throat has gone dry and so is the incoming sounds were blocked by my ear and nothing but the muffled 'Britt-' escaped my throat.
I really don't know for how long did I stood there letting the coldness enter my pores with that sudden upsurge of events and my head spinning in frenzy I'm more of like a drank person that actually things just take place before me without my knowing. It's the screeching of the leather material of my seat making me blink my eyes in a furious manner. Realizing that they all got their eyes fixated on my stiff frame.
"Hey Santana, does your friend swings both ways maybe you could give her my number?" Puck smirks, waving his phone.
"No –she's a hundred percent lady lover." I answered right away.
My head spinning in different angles as I look for that person that makes my whole world turn upside down. "Where's Britt?" I asked Rachel casually.
"I think she went to the powder room."
A subtle nod was my response before chugging the drink that Brittany left. I can feel the strong burning sensation that runs down my throat when I manage to put it down, my heart throbbing almost painfully. My feet went autopilot when Rachel's words hit me, my every steps seems to be echoing inside my ear, and so is the loud squeak of the cold metal when I swung the door open exploded like a gunshot resounding on the corner of my face when I realized that Brittany is nowhere to be found and that sense of defeat starting to make an appearance from within.
"What took you guys so long?" Tina asked loudly, her arms perfectly linked with her Asian boyfriend. Brittany and Miranda are two steps away from the table and I can perfectly see from this angle that Brittany's lips were quite puffy and her eyes were somewhat red.
The view before me nearly stopped the beating of my heart and made my feet fairly cemented on the floor.
"Britt-" I called her name, but the next syllables were caught by the tip of my tongue when Miranda started saying something which I can barely understand before grabbing Brittany's hand, making their way out the bar.
Even the lowest brushing of their heels against the cold wooden floor made every single sound dampen. Even the lightest contact of their skin made mine tingle and burn with envious. An amalgam of fear and anger fighting profoundly inside me made my lower half take the same steps.
"Brittany?" That escaped lower than I expected along with the cold whip of air slapping the corner of my face.
It was just a second but as if my heart stopped forever when my eyes locked with those laps of ocean, my lower lip automatically tucking between my teeth.
"Santana, Brittany is not feeling so well so I'm driving her home." Miranda opens her mouth and I just gave her a cold look, returning my eyes on Brittany. A blank look written all over Brittany's face.
"We're going home. Thanks for your concern, though." I spat, taking Brittany's jacket off of Miranda's grasp.
"Britt?" Miranda inquires with an insecure voice.
"I'll be fine. Thank you, Miranda." Brittany muttered softly, still looking at me. And I can't help but just hold my breath as the atmosphere gets a lot colder.
Miranda nods, flipping her hair to the side. "Have a good night."
With those last words the whole world seemed to rotate in a lot faster pace when Brittany spun around walking towards the car, making her way in.
And with a truckload of will power and a heavy breath escaping my lips I followed her trance, my heels clanking against the cemented ground.
Still, that blank expression played along her features when I managed to squeeze in, the nerve-racking silence unceasingly ruling the small space.
"What happened back there, Britt?" My voice went out like a rapturous hum, my fingers tightening against the steering wheel. "You're leaving without even telling me?"
"You have your car." She answered with a shrug.
Scoffing softly. "That's not the point, B. You know that I'm not talking about this-"
"Then what? Huh?" She started her voice a lot colder. "Is this about Miranda? God! Santana, can you like grow up a little bit?" looking at me with dull eyes. My breath hitching at her sudden words instead I can't help but just close my eyes, letting my right hand slide to my side, the other clutching the steering wheel with my knuckles practically turning pale.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" I muttered under my breath. She's the one who started this after all; I can feel that unusual soaring inside my chest continuously making a remarkable memory of this night.
"Yea right." Brittany's voice tickled the inside of my ears. "For all we know, your ex-girlfriend might be waiting for you." At first I don't think I heard her right, her words slowly sinking in, letter by letter.
"What? You actually believed that?" I asked trying to supress the laugh trying to escape my throat. "Kaitlin is my best friend and –"
"I don't care, okay? Not at all." Her voice went out small and cracking on the last part, and if it wasn't for the fact that she might strangle me if I let this amusement won over my senses I would've roll all over the floor, laughing.
For a short three seconds, I let my eyes close, composing myself. "Brittany, listen to me." I muttered, my right hand flying over hers that has been limply lying on her knees. Brittany bit her lower lip before looking at me, I can barely hear the incoming thoughts for the only thing that has been running in my head was how perfect is the view before me. Those shades of blue and that perfect transition emotions. "If there'll be…" Pause. "-one person that I wouldn't hurt just because of some selfish and self-centred issues…" Pause.
It was a deep breath and a huge amount of courage that makes me want to scream these words on the top of my lungs, to the point that even Miranda could hear. "-that would be you, Britt. Not even, Kaitlin or Stephanie for that matter. Just you, no one else."
I can feel the burning sensation emanating from my heart and that heat radiating from the back of Brittany's hand was no good either. I wet my lower lip and another deep breath when I heard no response from Brittany but a subtle nod, still her lips bruising between her teeth.
I really don't know if I should urge her to answer me or just let her be, I mean c'mon no one gives Santana Lopez a silent treatment.
But with Brittany- it's all different.
And I don't even know why.
Yea, well I'm maybe completely clueless.
With another minute of silence invading my sagacity, my ear wounded with that unnerving feeling of uneasiness, I cleared my throat before starting the engine. A loud roar clouding the small space followed by the peculiar form of atmosphere, my heart thumped almost muting the whole world.
"Britt, can I ask you a question?" That went out husky and soft, even me, I was shocked at the sudden eruption of my voice.
Brittany kept her fingers playing with each other in some sort of music as she let the cold mist of air blow on her face, after seemed like forever, I can see Brittany on the corner of my eye, nodding. "Sure." She muttered, her brows shooting up to her hairline.
My fingers seemed to tighten around the steering wheel, my palms soaking the leather material as my eyes started to burn in an unfamiliar way. Even the banging of my chest inside my ribcage seemed loudening in every second that elapse.
"Do you still like her?"
One second.
Two.
Three seconds, the car came into a halt, that small light from the front porch illuminating the dark ambiance of my car. My clammy hands slid on my side along with the explosion of another courage escaping my lips. "You know, its fine. I mean you don't have to answer that anyway I'm not on the right place to ask you questions like that." I rambled whilst I still got my eyes plastered on the view before me, my left hand flying on my temples.
"Santana-"Brittany's voice almost made my inner self flare in frenzy. My head was fast to look at her direction as the beating of my heart stopped. "Why do you even have to ask that?" she asked almost inaudible.
Why do I even have to ask that?
My eyes flutter abruptly as everything hit me in one short question. "I don't know." I answered lowly, my eyes directing somewhere else.
Yes, I don't even know why I'm asking that. I don't even know why I'm interested in knowing who does Brittany likes. I don't even know why I wanted to know if she still likes that girl, they had something in the past after all.
I don't know anything.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that again." I added, unclasping my seatbelt with an almost explosive click. "Yeah, I should –I'll see you in the morning. Good night." I spluttered sending Brittany a short glance before making my way out the car, slamming the door behind me along with that loud heave of air draining from my lungs.
I can't even comprehend anything as I made my way inside, I heard the soft thwack of the car door followed by abrupt footsteps behind me. I wanted to turn around and make sure that it was indeed Brittany but for the hundredth time tonight I let my alter ego prevail.
For that short amount of time, I thought I could finally escape the growing malignancy inside me but when I was about to twist that metallic knob I felt that warm and clammy fingers encircling my wrist, igniting my every nerve and veins in flames.
"Santana." It felt like my head was spinning in so many directions, hence, the fact that my feet seemed rooted on the carpeted floor and my throat has gone completely dry. "Look at me, just look at me." Those were her next words almost making me sink into the ground.
This time I made no resistance, when I let my heart do what it has been screaming for 4 long hours. My wrist exquisitely burning under her fingertips making the finest hair on the back of my neck stand in attention. "Please."
Yes, I'm probably dying of anticipation and all I wanted to do is to look at her and see as to why she wanted me there.
My lips were pressed into a thin line when I managed to turn, looking at her. Brittany got her head lowered almost touching her chest and her lips sucked in her mouth. "Britt." I called her name, my voice tumbling in the four corner of the living room.
"Yes." She mumbled, slightly muffled.
"Yes? Yes what?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, I like Miranda." She finally says, lifting her head. Her eyes seemed to be glowing under the soft light making my head lighter than ever, making me forget those four words that escaped those thin lips.
But realizing that yes, she said that.
Ouch. Damn! That hurts.
"Oh." As much as I wanted to say something the more my tongue seemed to be turning to ice. "Right." My head bobbed subtly, my hand unconsciously freeing from Brittany's grasp.
For a short second, I'm pretty sure that pettiness began crawling underneath my skin along with uneasiness pouring down on me. "You know what, I can barely move my feet this fucking heels are killing me so I'm heading to bed. Goodnight-" I muttered, my words mindlessly falling from my lips, just when I was about to open the door Brittany softly clears her throat almost freezing my whole body.
"Yes, I like Miranda but not the way you think, not anymore." She cuts off my words with a soft but tingling voice.
Hearing Brittany's words somewhat made my whole being soar with exhilaration. My breath automatically catching up in my lungs with the whirling of thoughts inside my head almost making me explode with enthusiasm.
"Now, tell me. Why do you want to know?"
It was just a split second but neither my brain nor my alter ego stopped me from doing what my heart has desired to do since Brittany kissed me in our engagement party, since she came into my life. "So, I can do this."
Since she let me see the world in a whole new dimension.
I tried gathering my thoughts but nothing seemed to be working when I found my left hand flying on pale neck, the other landing on the small of her back and my lips instantly burning against hers, that small whimper escaping her lips almost making my head spin and my whole body sizzle with heat.
There's a nagging voice on the back of my head that I shouldn't be doing this, but judging the way Brittany kisses me back tells another story. Her skin was literally flaming beneath my fingertips when I tried pulling her a lot closer, I can feel the slowly melting of my body against the wooden door of my bedroom when she let her torso flush into mine with a soft groan leaving her mouth.
Our hips collided as we kissed with urgency and need; her hands cup my cheeks making it more impossible for me to think straight, making it more impossible for me to tell her how soft and perfect her lips were. I can't help the little moans bubbling down my throat when her hands started wandering down my arms, and I believe that my skin is literally in flames as of this moment.
It felt like I'm falling and flying at the same time, my head floating in the cold winter air. A soft groan escaped her lips tumbling into mine when my fingers senselessly dug into her exposed skin and hers tightly fisting the hem of my dress. I know for a fact that my eyes were closed but the way those fireworks exploded beneath my eyelids were nearly breathless.
"Britt-"That bubbles down my throat in a sweet form of torture.
My eyes flutter open just in time this woman in front of me did the same. Once again those orbs making my incoming thoughts vanish in the misty air before us. I wasn't really sure if it's the disappointment or the confusion that makes her quirk a brow, giving me a look.
"Brittany, I-"
Brittany immediately cuts of me off with her pointer finger meeting my lips, my soft flesh almost blazed with anticipation. "I allowed you to do what you want…" she trailed, her eyes glimmering under the shaft of light, hitching the breath in my lungs. "-now allow me to do what I want." Those seemed to be echoing inside my ear, seemingly muting the banging in my chest.
Next thing I know, I'm being pushed inside the dark and chilly atmosphere of my room, my lower lip was being greedily sucked by Brittany making the four corners spin in so many directions. Reality, the room was incredibly cold and calm but judging the way our body are pressed together there's no way I'm getting everything straight inside my head. And that explosive click of the door simply heightened my senses.
Those little moans coming from her mouth made my inner flame bubble with assertiveness, my right hand flying on the small of her back, clinging to her for dear life. And once the back of my legs met the edge of my bed –there's no going back.
I'm not sure if it's the intoxicating scent of her breath that is continuously hitting my skin as she kisses down my neck that makes me dizzy or the glass of alcohol that is still lightly burning down my throat. "Ughhh." I moan against her hair just in time my eyes flashed open realizing that Brittany too was staring at me with those eyes that made my whole body tingle with need, with her thin lips a bit reddish and puffy along with the crimson red tint of her cheeks almost made me realize that I'm about to have sex with her.
With Brittany.
Oh my god.
But when her lips run through her lower lip, fuck! It's my time to crash our lips in a longing kiss, throwing every thought out the window. "Fuck." Another moan escaped my lips when her knee landed just right between my legs, intensifying the throbbing that has been starting to burn. And not even the cold feeling of my exposed skin against the sheets made it all better. Her blonde locks cascading down my face causing the breath taking glow of her face under the dimmed moonlight. The way her lips moving against mine, the light pressure of her thumb against my skin, it felt like its burning but I don't want her to stop.
I never wanted her to stop. "Britt." I moaned when she released my lips with a wet pop and she began trailing feather light kisses on my cheeks then pass my jaw line before leaving a wet trail on the crook of my neck sucking lightly then a little harder until another moan tumbled from wall to wall. I can feel the burning sensation in every time the warmth of her mouth left my skin followed by firmer and yet the most delicate kiss I've ever received. My hand went autopilot fisting the side of her dress as I cling to her for dear life, trying to stifle the moans and gasps of air escaping my lips
Next thing I know is how my fingers lost along her blonde locks. I can feel myself getting a lot dizzier when I felt that soft, wet and warm flesh passed between lips causing a breathy moan shake my throat as her tongue freely wanders , playing with the roof of my mouth. With all my energy I tried to squirm beneath her to gain dominance but as much as I wanted to, my hands get a lot weaker as she gave me a much forceful set of kisses which in return I sucked on her tongue, with just one action I can feel Brittany melting in my touch giving me that guts and power to flip us over, my knees securely placed on the either side of her hips before connecting our lips one again.
"Fuck." Its Brittany's time to moan loudly when I let my knee slid in between hers, my eyes rolling on the back of my head for the hundredth time when I felt the warmth from her core radiating on my bare leg. "Sant'na"
I almost lost my game when how sexy and lustful my name reached my ear when I start to suck on her neck, leaving marks, making her mine.
"This. Off." I managed to say breathily as I tugged on the hem of her dress. Brittany made no recognition and for a short two seconds I found myself gulping dryly to bring back moisture in my system when my eyes finally landed on her bare skin, those freckles showering her chest, and that toned stomach of hers. Brittany might have noticed the awestricken reaction in my face, she gave me a sultry smirk before motioning on my own dress, realizing that yes, I'm wearing way too many clothes.
My fingers were literally quivering just in time I felt the cold whip of air creping through my now exposed body. I've changed clothes in front of another person, yes but this scenario was somehow kind of different, with a questioning look over my face I eyed her, and with no remaining energy I let her lean forward, unclasping my bra revealing my breast. Her mouth was practically slacking as she stares at my chest with full lust.
Without second thought, I locked our lips as I hover her once again, her palms gliding on my back and I can feel the thin sheet of sweat dwelling in there. And when she started rocking upwards –that was an automatic rhythm.
Embarrassingly so, I can already feel that familiar coiling deep within –she's fucking good with this,
"God, you're so wet." She managed to rasp out when her hand slid between our bodies, her unbelievably amazing fingers cupping my core. All I can do is nod in response, kissing her once again just in time I slip my hand between her legs, even my fingers were just above her panty line I can practically sense the heat that is blazing inch lower.
I felt Brittany shuddered against my chest when my thumb went automatic rubbing her throbbing nub, she can't even manage to kiss back when I started to make small circles against the damp fabric of her underwear. I lift my head an inch higher and I almost came at the sight before me, Brittany got her lower lip tucked between her teeth as she squeezed her eyes shut, those euphoric moans entering my ear in a sweet melody. I was thrown back to reality when a loud groan bubble down her throat realizing that my fingers were rubbing a lot faster and harder causing her hips to cant relentlessly as her chest rise and fall in a lot faster pace.
It was just a ragged sigh that I remember before everything turned into a complete blur. "And you think I'm wet." I husked against her ear, sucking her earlobe as my hand completely slid in her underwear, my mouth practically falling off when the tips of my fingers made contact with her center.
"Please." She muttered huskily, her fingers drawing blood on my back as she pushed my lower back closer to her. "Oh god." She moaned a lot louder when my fingers glided easily in her wet heat, my thumb adding more pressure on her clit, alternating from circles and rubbing it up and down in a constant rhythm. I'm not even sure with what were here other words when my pointer finger grazed over her entrance. "In-inside." She managed to choke out before grabbing my face down her lips into a heated kiss.
Everything went out automatic and easy judging how wet Brittany was and I, myself can't hold back the moan when different kind of warmth engulfed my single digit. I almost lost it for the second time when I saw Brittany in a painful ecstasy, her mouth ajar and her eyes agonizingly shut whilst her head is freely thrown back making the pool between my legs even wetter. "More, please." She moaned and as much as I wanted to drag this a little longer, my middle finger mindlessly slid in, eliciting a much louder from the blonde writhing beneath me.
Quickening my pace. "So… good…" She groaned, her breath hitting the corner of my face in shaky pattern as I flick her bundle of nerves with the pad of my thumb. "S-so fucking go-good, Sant'na."
Few more thrusts and I can feel her walls clenching, sucking my fingers even tighter, and I can't help but smirk to myself when she got her head thrown back in abandon, fistful of bed sheets being clutched so tight, her other hand pushing me closer as her hips bucks uncontrollably. Slick noises filled the room along with her moans echoing in my ears shooting directly between my legs. "I'm so c-close." She hissed, I can almost feel my flesh ripping apart as her nails dig even deeper along my back. "Don't stop- I'm cumin-" her words died in a loud scream, her walls convulsing around my fingers making it impossible for me to thrust even more. Her shrieks and continuous moans swallowed the dark room as she came tumbling down her high.
I let out a deep sigh still rubbing her sensitive nub in a slow manner letting her ride the euphoric moment. Watching Brittany unravel in front of my eyes was nearly breathless, no –there's no word to describe it.
I'm not even done with my thoughts when I felt clammy fingers enclosing my wrists, my back meeting the damp sheets, her knees digging on either side of my hips.
Thank god that our neighbours are kilometres away for the way my groans scattering in the air was nearly embarrassing when she let her mouth close around my nipple whilst massaging my other breast. "God. So fucking good, Brittany."
Literally, my skin is burning under her fingertips almost making me scream in delight. With no more thoughts, her hand automatically slid inside my underwear, and yes, it did crossed my mind to pull her hand away for I know that it's a fucking lake down there. Brittany nudged my nose with hers, making me look at her in confusion. There's a smirk written all over her face, and my eyes automatically tight shut when her pale fingers made contact with my core, sending another block of sensitivity on my throbbing nub.
"Fucking wet." She muttered, her voice oh-so-deep.
It came so fast that I immediately felt her middle finger slipping inside me, her thumb joining the game flicking my engorged clit in a rapid pace. She began to thrust hard, her fingers tapping against that spot inside of me. Each time her ridiculously talented fingers thrust in, I moaned incredibly loud, shamelessly begging for more. "Faster… faster."
My jaw dropped as my pleasure built, her fingers doing things to me I'd never thought possible. And few more thrust, my orgasm ripped through my body in a powerful explosion, my hip bucking along with her powerful thrusts. My every nerve was set on fire, my finger digging on her back so hard it probably leave marks. Brittany gave me few more kisses on the lips before collapsing beside me, a loud heave of breath was torn from each other's throat.
Shit.
And it hit me.
"So…." I started, still out of breath. "-this is awkward."
Brittany stares at the ceiling, blankly. "Yep, this is awkward."