A/N: Okay, so this one should've been up a lot sooner, but I forgot to tell my beta that she could already edit it. So that was me failing hard once again. Anyways, I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter.
A big thank you to TheVeiledFairy and Howaboutno for being awesome.
Brittany wasn't sure what to make of the adoring look on Santana's face, but she didn't get a chance to read anything into it because Santana's left hand shot to her jacket, grabbing a fist full of the material. With a firm tug, Brittany was pulled inside, her body pressing against Santana's as she stumbled forward.
Reaching around her with her other hand, the one that was safely holding the rose, Santana gave the door a hard push so that it snapped shut. Her eyes never left Brittany's and there was the same determined spark in them that Brittany had witnessed during their first encounter. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
Without another word, Santana turned around and started to walk off. Her hand was still holding tightly to Brittany's jacket, dragging her with her down the hallway, past the living room where Santana put the rose on a nearby sideboard, and right into the bedroom. They eventually came to a halt in front of the king sized bed, Santana's attention finally falling back on her.
Brittany felt the grip on her jacket loosening and a second later, Santana was working on the buttons, popping them open and helping her get rid of the offending piece of fabric. It fell to the ground with a thud, lying there forgotten as Santana's fingers curled around the hem of her shirt.
Brittany began to breathe heavily, letting Santana undress her without protest. Almost meticulously, the woman stripped her bare, removing the first layer of clothing until all that was left was her underwear. Taking her hand, Santana proceeded to guide Brittany to the bed, motioning for her to sit down. Brittany obeyed willingly and felt her heart hammering in her chest when Santana straddled her like she had done the last time.
"Let's try this again," Santana husked, smirking.
Brittany only gulped and nodded. She had deliberately forgotten to mention the incident that had happened two weeks ago in her apology, but of course Santana had remembered. How could either of them ever be able to forget it? When Puck had told her about today's appointment, she almost wouldn't have gone, but Puck hadn't taken 'no' for an answer and deep down, she'd really wanted to see Santana again. And apparently, Santana wasn't bothered at all by their awkward first meeting. On the contrary, she appeared to be as sexy and confident as ever.
Lowering her pelvis, Santana sat down flush on her lap and positioned herself so that their covered sexes were touching. Brittany released a shaky breath, her arms winding around Santana's lower back. Once again, she was left wondering if this was a dream. It felt so amazing to have this woman so close to her, whispering soothing words of reassurance in her ear. Santana instructed her, telling her what she was supposed to do and for that, Brittany was thankful.
"Take off my bra," she ordered in a soft voice, chuckling at the blush that crept up on Brittany's face.
Cautiously, her hands slid up Santana's back as if she was made of thin porcelain. When her fingers came in contact with the bra clasp, Brittany was so eager to get it off that it accidentally slipped from her fingertips and flicked back against caramel skin, eliciting a snapping sound. Santana flinched slightly, a pained expression flashing over her face.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Brittany's face went as red as a fire engine. She was utterly embarrassed by her slip-up. "I didn't-"
"Shh, don't worry," Santana shushed her, the tone of her voice indicating that she was growing a trifle impatient, though Brittany noted that she was trying her best not to let it show. "Just try again."
With an unsure nod, Brittany started to work at the clasp again, taking her time. This time, she managed to snap it open without making a total fool out of herself. She sighed in relief as the bra finally came loose. After that, Santana took over and let the straps slide down her arms, successfully removing the item and tossing it aside.
"Wow," Brittany whispered, in awe with the sight in front of her. Santana's breasts looked firm and well-shaped, the size perfect in Brittany's opinion. Her nipples were dusky and slightly puckered, which was either a sign that she was cold, or that she was aroused. Needless to say, Brittany was hoping the latter was the case. "Can I- um-"
"Feel them up to your heart's content," Santana encouraged.
Brittany didn't waste another second as she brought her hands to Santana's chest, cupping her breasts lightly. She moaned at the soft sensation; at the fullness in her hands. It made her member stir and slowly grow stiff. With a gentleness that seemed to surprise Santana (at least judging by her expression), Brittany rocked her hands, delighted by how soft the woman's skin was under her experimenting fingers. Only the hardening buds rubbing into the centers of her palms altered the overall smooth feeling for her, but not at all in a bad way. It left her hands tingling pleasantly.
After a while, she began to kneed Santana's breasts more firmly, her actions becoming more adventurous with every second. Santana voiced her approval by moaning and complimenting her, but Brittany knew that she was faking it. This was just a job for her, so Brittany understood that she would probably never enjoy this the same way she did. The realization made her sad, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"You okay?" Santana asked, the concern in her voice too genuine to be a front.
"Yeah.." Brittany smiled softly at her. "I was just wondering...would it be okay if I kiss you, or is that like, not allowed or something?"
Santana hesitated. "It's fine. You can do whatever you want," she eventually confirmed, though it didn't sound very convincing.
Nodding, Brittany leaned forward, eager to capture Santana's lips with her own. She was a total sucker for sweet lady kisses, even if she hadn't had much practice yet. But there was something about Santana's lips that fascinated her, so much that she found her gaze flitting to them more than once. It was almost as if she was drawn to them and nothing could divert her, not when she could already feel Santana's hot breath dancing across her own impatient lips.
Their mouths met in an awkward peck, sliding together so tentatively that there was barely any friction. It was clear who was the initiator as Santana winced uncomfortably, squirming atop Brittany's lap. But she did not break the contact and oddly enough, it was Brittany who pulled back first, choosing not to go further. The kiss had been nothing special, really. Yet Brittany found that her member grew so unbearable hard at the action, she had to whimper when Santana regained her composure and rolled her hips into her for the first time.
She feared that she would ruin another pair of panties, but luckily, Santana refrained from grazing her there again. Instead, she reached around Brittany's body and easily removed her bra. Then she climbed off of her lap, as though she wanted to escape another kiss, and dropped to her knees right in front of Brittany, settling between her spread legs. Brittany frowned down at her in confusion, but Santana ignored her expression, her fingers slipping into the waistband of Brittany's special underpants. Tugging at the fabric, Santana made it clear that she wanted them off. Brittany raised her hips, body vibrating with excitement, and let her do as she pleased.
When Santana had peeled her panties away, Brittany felt more exposed than she ever had in her life. Her crotch was hit by a light breeze of cold air and she shuddered. There was no turning back now, this was going to happen. She was going to lose her virginity to a hooker- Correction, a hot, irresistible seductress that took her breath away every single time she dared to look into her dark brown eyes. Thinking about it, she couldn't be more satisfied with her decision to finally do the deed, especially with someone as beautiful as Santana.
Movement on the floor caught Brittany's eye and then she froze. Santana was shuffling closer to her, still kneeling between her legs, right hand coming up to stroke along her left thigh. Brown orbs were fixed on her erection, a puff of hot breath tickling her right there as Santana moved painfully close to her. What was happening right now? Brittany frowned, panting heavily. This was equal parts scary and arousing, so much that she squeaked embarrassingly loud when Santana's left hand wrapped loosely around her shaft.
"Wha-" Brittany spluttered out, not able to form a coherent sentence. She wanted to ask what Santana was doing down there, but then she saw her guiding the tip of her member to her full lips and her brain pretty much bowed out. Clawing at the bedsheets, she watched as Santana puckered her lips and then, all of a sudden, she felt a soft, warm sensation against her throbbing length.
"Oh god..." she groaned, no longer caring whether she was being too loud. There were no words to describe what was happening to her in this very moment. All Brittany knew was that she didn't want it to stop. Ever.
Santana's lips were incredibly tender as she pecked the head of Brittany's penis while her fingers glided over the velvety flesh of the base, almost methodically so. Santana pumped her fist slowly, languidly, drawing out each stroke. Something hot and wet swiped across Brittany's sensitive skin, circling the tip of her member and leaving a trail of saliva. Santana's tongue caressed her, making sure to lick every bit of skin she could reach. With an undeniable expertise, she hollowed her cheeks, then took the first two inches of Brittany into her mouth, her left hand still working the base of her shaft.
Brittany bit down hard on her lower lip, knuckles white from the sheer force of her grip on the sheets. This was easily exceeding any expectations she'd had for tonight. Santana knew exactly what she was doing to her and it was driving her nuts. She desperately tried not to lose control over her body, fighting against the urge to bring her hands to the back of Santana's head and basically shove her erection down her throat. Sure, Brittany was overwhelmed by Santana's actions, but she wouldn't let them get the best out of her. She wanted to be a respecting client, someone who was worth being pleasured by such a beauty. If that meant tearing holes into the fabric she was practically strangling between her fingers, so be it.
A wet warmth was engulfing her member as Santana swallowed more and more of it. Eyes rolling in the back of her head, Brittany moaned appreciatively, her skin so scorching hot she wanted to claw it off. Santana's left hand let go of her length as the hooker replaced it with her mouth. When the tip of her shaft bumped against the back of Santana's throat, Brittany's back collapsed into the mattress, accompanied by a string of swear words that spilled from her quivering lips.
Little electric jolts pierced through her groin and up her spine, making her whole body tingle with pleasure. It felt just like the last time Santana had touched her, only more intense, like a tsunami rolling towards her, threatening to flush her away. She was so close to drowning in this sensation that every muscle in her body involuntarily tensed. Brittany fought against this feeling bubbling deep inside of her, trying desperately to hold onto her sanity, which she was sure would be wiped away if she dared to let go.
Santana started to pull back, her lips dragging along Brittany's cock until only the head was still encompassed. Her tongue danced around it for a while, playing with its small opening before she eventually leaned back in, sliding the whole length back into her mouth. Slowly, she repeated this routine, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically between toned legs. With her hands, Santana held down Brittany's thighs, running them over her trembling limbs almost lovingly, but Brittany was sure she was reading too much into this seemingly insignificant gesture.
"Oh no.." Brittany closed her eyes, her chest heaving. It was going to happen again. She could feel it welling up in the pit of her stomach.
"You have to-" she pleaded, "You have to stop, please! I don't want you to- You don't have to-"
She didn't want Santana to have to do this. And with this, she meant swallowing her bodily fluids, because in her opinion, that must be totally gross. But it was already too late. Brittany covered her face with her hands, groaning into her sweaty palms as she came undone. Her hips twitched with the force of her orgasm, rising from the mattress despite Santana's hands trying to keep them grounded. She would've felt embarrassed for once again firing her wad too soon, but really, she couldn't even remember her name.
Brittany felt Santana gulping once, then twice, and then a third time. She didn't know whether she should be turned on or disgusted with herself for making Santana swallow her load. One of Santana's hands made its way back to the base of Brittany's member, massaging her gently as the aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her body. Suckling at the tip for a few more moments, Santana eventually released her softening penis and moved to stand up.
Through half-lidded eyes, she watched Santana tracing the outline of her bottom lip with the tip of her index finger, smirking mischievously. She wore an almost prideful look as she gazed down at her, which Brittany took as a sign that Santana was highly content with her work. And damn, she had every right to be. If sex was an art, she'd be a Van Helsing...or whatever. Brittany wasn't the best at remembering names, especially those of ancient people. But she totally knew that he was some really famous Dutch painter.
"...Drink?"
"Huh?" Brittany was snapped out of her thoughts, eyes blinking fully open as she caught the last word of Santana's question.
"I'm thirsty so I'm heading for the kitchen to get some water. And I was asking if you wanted something, too?" Santana explained, the former prominent smirk now replaced by an amused smile.
"Yeah," she nodded lazily, still pretty much high from pleasure. With more effort than normally needed, Brittany sat up. A strand of her minimally mussed up hair fell over her face, obscuring her vision. She quickly pushed it behind her ear before asking, "Do you, by any chance, have a can of Dr. Pepper?"
"There should be some in the fridge," Santana affirmed. "I'll be right back," she then excused herself and left the room.
Breathing a long, heavy sigh, Brittany braced her hands on her knees, back slightly bowed. Her heart was still thrumming fast and she could only imagine how funny her ears must be looking just now. Her guess was that they were a deep shade of scarlet, if the heat emitting from her body was any indication. Not that she worried about it too much. She was too curious to see what would come next and how the evening would progress to be thinking about her appearance. Besides, Brittany might have been dealt a rather crappy hand, but she felt comfortable in her own skin. She wouldn't be this successful if she wasn't a confident person. It was just in the bedroom that her insecurities seemed to really come out.
Brittany wondered whether she would be any good in bed. For some bizarre reason, she didn't want to suck at this whole "sex thing." It was probably just her ego speaking, but she was a naturally competitive person and once she set her mind on something, she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted. And she was sure that with a lot of practice, she would totally be able to rock somebody's world one day. But for now, she figured it was best to focus on not looking, or rather acting, like a complete idiot during her first time.
The sound of light footsteps echoed from the living area and soon enough, Santana re-emerged, carrying a small bottle of water and a red Dr. Pepper can. Smiling down at her, Santana offered Brittany the soft drink, which she took gratefully, humming out a "Thanks."
Brittany happily popped the can open, then brought it to her lips. As she took the first sip of her cold drink, she let her eyes flicker up to watch Santana unscrewing the cap of her water. The woman was almost completely naked (expect for the black panties covering her most intimate area) and Brittany found that her chest had a hypnotic effect on her. With her arm raised and her head slightly tipped back, Santana had the perfect posture as she drank from her water. So divine that for a moment Brittany forgot how to swallow.
Santana must've noticed Brittany's intense staring contest with her boobs because she stopped drinking abruptly to look at her. Dreamy blue orbs met chocolate ones and a perfectly manicured eyebrow shot up questioningly.
Detaching her lips from the cool metal, Brittany tilted her head upwards.
"You're super hot," she said simply, never breaking eye contact. A hint of a smile flashed over Santana's face.
"You're not so bad yourself." The answer came in form of a breathy, seductive chuckle.
Her face lit up at the unexpected compliment, eliciting yet another chuckle from Santana. She liked the sound of it, especially since it caused a pleasant shiver to run down her spine that unsurprisingly centralized between her legs. Her mind went straight back to the gutter when Santana then stepped closer and bent down to pry the can from her hand in order to set it down on the bedside table, next to her water bottle.
"Ready for round two?" Santana husked. When Brittany nodded, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "Then lie down and make yourself comfortable."
Brittany nodded again, not giving her voice a chance to betray her. Slowly, she crawled backwards so that she could pull her legs up and on top of the mattress, eyes glued to the lower part of Santana's body which was soon to be exposed.
Torso propped up on her arms, she felt the anticipation of the moment rising, threatening to overwhelm her. Just as Santana was about to shimmy out of the very last barrier that kept their bodies apart, Brittany chickened out and let herself fall back, her head crashing into the cushion beneath.
She breathed hard, chest tightening when the mattress dipped with Santana's weight. Her face appeared next to Brittany's as she propped herself up on her side, gazing down at her. Brittany could feel Santana's hand trailing a path up her left inner thigh, fingertips drumming a silent beat on her skin. It was erotic and sensual and everything she could've ever hoped for.
When Santana's hand eventually reached its goal, wrapping around her flaccid member, Brittany whimpered.
"Let's get you going again," was whispered in her ear as Santana leaned down. She pressed her face into the crook of Brittany's neck, peppering a trail of light kisses down to her collarbone. Her hand was working Brittany's shaft, squeezing and pumping, giving Brittany exactly what she needed.
Blindly, Brittany reached for Santana's chest, the fingers of her right hand curving around one of Santana's firm breasts. Getting to feel that fullness again was incredible, exciting, and addictive. Santana kept kissing her neck, the sharp teeth scraping along her sweaty skin, adding to her reignited desire. It took mere minutes for Brittany to 'get going again', as Santana had put it, her length hard and throbbing in Santana's hand.
"What now?" she asked, looking expectantly at the other woman, her voice uncertain but also curious. "Do you like, mount me now, or am I supposed to top?"
"That's up to you," Santana hummed, removing her hand from between Brittany's legs in order to draw circles on her tense abdominal muscles. "Whatever you want, Brittany."
Brittany groaned when Santana's hand dipped lower again, caressing the crease of her hips. In an unexpected bold move, she flipped them over, settling between Santana's spread thighs. This was going to be her first time and she decided there and then that she wasn't going to just lie there and let it happen. No, she was going to be active this time, even though it took all the courage in her body to act this determined.
Santana's hand was already wandering between their bodies, reclaiming its tender grip on her penis. Brittany felt her tugging gently. Following the silent order, she lowered her pelvis, the head of her member dipping into a warm, velvety softness, guided by Santana's moaned at the contact, eyes closing while her mouth shaped into an 'O'.
As Santana began to drag the bulky head up and down her wet folds, Brittany's hips bucked unexpectedly, bringing her closer to the other woman. The movement changed their position so that she could feel the tip of her member nudging against something she would describe as a small ring of muscles that contracted lightly at the almost intrusion.
"Is that...?" Brittany asked in a whisper.
A pang of excitement struck her when Santana nodded.
"So, all I have to do is..." she trailed off, not knowing how to finish her sentence.
Not that she needed to, anyway. Santana's free arm wound around her back, hand coming to rest firmly on her ass. She applied a small amount of pressure, giving Brittany the green light to go ahead. With Santana's other hand still guiding her member, Brittany eventually allowed her body to sag into Santana's. There was some resistance at first, but then she pushed past it, the very first inch of her length sinking into foreign realms.
Brittany let out a mixture between a whimper and a moan, resting her forehead against Santana's shoulder. The hand that had been aligning her shaft let go to join the other one on her behind, pushing her down gently. Santana spread her legs wider as she settled down completely on top of the hooker, their breasts mashing together in the most amazing ways. A burning heat engulfed her member, slick and tight and just about everything Brittany had expected from her first time.
"Mhh, yesss.." Santana hissed into her ear, voice as seductive as ever. "Deeper, Brittany," she demanded hotly.
Clumsily, Brittany propelled her hips into her, shocked but also relieved that she hadn't come inside Santana right there and then. Not that she was very far from climaxing. Santana's slick walls clamped down on her, almost as if they were trying to imprison her member.
It was oddly arousing to think that maybe, she was a little too thick for Santana. At least whoever was watching her up there had blessed her with decent assets all around. Otherwise she sure as hell wouldn't have the balls (literally) to ever be intimate with someone, even if she had all the money in the world.
Brittany's head was still burrowed in Santana's shoulder, afraid of the possibility of eye contact. This felt much safer. And she had enough to deal with at the moment. Looking into the eyes of the woman beneath her would only result in disaster. She was sure she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not tonight. Not during her first time.
"Oh god, you-" Brittany groaned helplessly, "You feel amazing."
Santana's hands squeezed her ass, holding her flush against her pelvis. "Not as amazing as you do."
Tan hips were canting up, doing all the work for Brittany, who found herself unable to move. Effortlessly, Santana rocked her body against Brittany's. It was slow and cushy, a careful rhythm set to ease Brittany into responding and on its own accord, her body did just that. With more grace than Brittany had expected from herself, she rolled her uncertain hips into Santana's. They collided easily and Brittany cried out. Guided by her desire, she pulled out of Santana only to thrust back into her.
"Mhhh," Santana hummed, "So good."
If Santana was irritated by her hiding her face, Brittany noted that she didn't let it show. Instead, Santana's hands trailed higher to the small of her back, scratching her skin lightly in the process. She held onto Brittany tight, perhaps to reassure her that she was doing fine. Brittany appreciated the way Santana tried to erase all her fears by subtly comforting her. Did Santana actually care about her? Or was it just another part of the show? At this point, Brittany realized that she could no longer tell.
For some reason, Brittany was scared of what she would see in Santana's intoxicating eyes, so she still hadn't looked up. But she knew that she had more options than simply pressing her forehead to Santana's shoulder. Only a few inches lower, there was still a set of neglected boobs that was begging to be worshipped by her.
Brittany could basically hear them calling out for her watering mouth. For a second, though, she hesitated, contemplating if she should ask Santana for permission first. But then she remembered that she was allowed to touch them and her mouth wasn't any different from her hands, right?
In a daring move, Brittany licked her way down Santana's chest. She was still thrusting into the her, but rather tentatively. She didn't want her first time to end after only a few minutes and she was already close as it is. Her lips worked over olive skin, kissing the valley between Santana's exquisite breasts. She felt a hand tangling in her hair and a moan, so very different from all the previous ones, pervading her ears.
Santana gasped when Brittany wrapped her lips around an already hard nipple, twirling it shamelessly with her tongue. Her mouth was producing so much saliva that she had a hard time not drooling on Santana's chest. Brittany licked and sucked, bit and flicked until Santana's breasts had gotten the attention they deserved. The hand still intertwined in her blond hair was now balled into a fist and the moans coming from Santana were increasing in volume.
With a wet popping noise, Brittany eventually released the stiff peak between her swollen lips. The disapproving whimper that followed shortly after made her heart swell with pride.
"Fuck," she breathed heavily as a twinge of excitement ripped through her loins.
Forgetting all about her earlier anxiety, Brittany looked up into fiery dark pools, filled to the brim with various emotions she couldn't place. Santana appeared to be torn between something, but Brittany never found out what it was. And Santana didn't let her. In a matter of milliseconds, her foggy eyes cleared and were back to their business-like determination. Surprisingly strong arms drew their bodies flush together, so that Brittany was forced to bury her head again, only this time in Santana's neck.
"Take me," Santana ordered hotly, her hips twitching impatiently beneath Brittany's.
With a groan, Brittany bucked into Santana, gyrating her pelvis. It was just like a dance. A slow, sensual dance to a rhythm her body could recite on its own without ever having practiced before. To think that she had been scared about this not too long ago; Brittany shook her head and smiled into Santana's neck. This felt amazing. It felt right. She couldn't believe it quite yet, but for the first time in her life, Brittany felt a sense of integrity, of contentment. She was in a state of complete and utter satisfaction.
Santana whispered to her, words that were kind and encouraging. Their bodies rocked together, not as smoothly and trained yet, but it was still perfect in its own little way. Brittany found herself picking up the pace after only a short while, the knot in her stomach tightening with every thrust. She was standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to let go and jump and before she even knew it, she was already falling.
"Santana!" Brittany cried out.
Her body collapsed, caught-off guard by the sheer force of her orgasm. Underneath her, Santana was moaning and panting out her name, the sound somehow distant in her ears. Brittany's hips jerked forward uncontrollably as she emptied herself inside Santana and little random jolts shook her entire being to the core. She gave quick, frantic thrusts until eventually, her body became even heavier, forcing her to slow down, all movements coming to a halt.
The fear that she was going to crush Santana with her weight somehow settled in her mind. The last thing Brittany wanted was to roll off of her, but she was starting to get tired, her eye lids blinking closed every few seconds. She had a hard time forcing them open again, let alone supporting her own body, so reluctantly, she decided to pull out of Santana. Carefully, Brittany disconnected her exhausted body from the other woman until she could lie down next to her on her back. She took deep, even breaths to calm herself down.
"Wow...that was...just wow," Brittany laughed breathlessly.
"I'd say." Santana rolled onto her side, smiling down at her.
"I mean," Brittany began, unable to hold back the words that were spilling from her lips, "this was all kinds of amazing. You're amazing. You're like, the sexiest woman alive and I got to spend my first time with you." She rambled on, oblivious to the shift in Santana's smile. It had turned from her signature, practiced one into a brighter, but at the same time oddly sadder smile.
"Thank you," Brittany breathed out as she curled into Santana's chest, her face hidden in Santana's collarbone. She threw her right arm around Santana's waist and held her close. "Just thank you."
Santana remained silent after her excited little rant and all that Brittany could hear was the steady beating of her heart. It was pacifying, calming, almost like a sweet lullaby. At least it had a similar effect on Brittany, who felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She was a wink away from falling asleep, but she still registered the way Santana carefully wriggled out of her embrace and brought some space between them.
The instant Santana had detached herself from her, Brittany started to miss her snug body heat. With a disapproving grunt, she coiled after her, her face contorting into a frown once she caught up to the other woman's body. Santana was facing away from her, as if she was trying to get away as far as possible.
Had Brittany been more awake, she would've given her the space that Santana was so desperately after, it seemed. But all that her barely functioning brain registered was that Santana wasn't in her arms and that was something Brittany didn't approve of. Something that needed to be mended.
Molding her body around Santana's back, Brittany snuggled into her from behind. The second her arm wound around Santana's petite frame to hold her tightly and pull her closer though, she jerked with such a force that Brittany's eyes snapped back open.
Instantly, she loosened her grip. Her arm was slack as it now hung limp from Santana's side, still draped over her, but unmoving like a puppet. If Santana had attempted to remove it, Brittany would've let her without protesting. Instead, she tensed and held her breath.
Brittany was confused. Was Santana not comfortable cuddling with her? Or worse, was she actually afraid that she would hurt her? Brittany would never do something like that, but then she remembered about the rules and that Santana barely knew her. So how was she supposed to know that Brittany was a good person. There was really only one way to prove to Santana that she wasn't bad and that was by showing her.
With her nose, she nudged pitch black hair away from Santana's neck before brushing her lips against the small patch of soft skin that she had exposed. Her right hand splayed across Santana's tense stomach, rubbing circles in what she hoped was a soothing manner.
"Good night, Santana," she whispered into the darkness. "And thank you again. Tonight was perfect."
With that, she allowed herself to drift off, but not without feeling the way Santana sighed and relaxed in her arms.
A/N: And here's the important part. If this story gets deleted by ff net, then I will upload it to my livejournal account. Just google Gleehipster and you can easily find it. And of course, for those of you who are checking my tumblr from time to time, I will put up a link to said livejournal page. Gleehipster over and out :D (I can't believe I just wrote that).