Santana woke up a few hours later to small, feather light kisses on her face; she smiled at the sensation and opened her eyes, finding the perfect face looking back at her. She was still curled up how she had fallen asleep, her body pressed into Brittany and their heads sharing a pillow. The sunlight fell through the cracks of the wall across Brittany; making her skin glow and her hair that was scattered haphazardly across the pillow gleam. The sight took Santana's breath away.
Santana lent forward and kissed her on the lips wanting to make sure she was real and not dreaming, Brittany seemed to be doing the same.
"Hey," Santana croaked, once she pulled back smiling at the girl, "why are you awake so early?"
"I just wanted to look at you," Brittany blushed, "and also I needed to make sure last night wasn't a dream."
Santana giggled softly and wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist pulling them closer together.
"It was definitely real, I have such an ache in my wrist from writing out all those letters," Santana teased.
Brittany laughed back, "you're such a goofball," she smirked and she reached out to take Santana's wrist and run her fingers up and down. "What made you tell me all that stuff last night after fighting it so hard?" she asked shyly.
Santana lowered her gaze to watch Brittany trace her fingers up along her arm and then back to her wrist.
"I guess I'm tired of being unhappy," she paused, looking up at Brittany's face, "and seeing you everyday and being around you but not being able to touch or kiss you was literally like torture, it wasn't worth it. When Sugar kissed you last week, and I know it was part of a game and didn't mean anything but it made my blood boil to see someone else's lips on yours; all week I've been imagining you with other people and I've been so mad at myself and I realized I couldn't let you slip away, I had to try, I had to tell you how I really felt, how much you have taken over my mind since I met you." She finished softly.
Brittany listened carefully to Santana's words, she brought her hand up to cup Santana's cheek and stroked the skin there; it was soft and warm from the morning sun. Santana dipped her head down into Brittany's neck.
"I'm so glad you told me," Brittany whispered in her ear, "I thought before last night that you were avoiding me and wanted your space and to not be around me, my heart ached so much at the thought of not holding you in my arms again."
Before the tears could fall from her eyes, Santana reached up to catch them laying her head back on the pillow so she could look at Brittany.
"I'm so sorry Britt for the way I acted and the things I said, I never meant to hurt you and I know I sent you many mixed signals but I want to make up for that, I want to make it right." She said rubbing her arm up and down Brittany's side.
"You have made it right San," she choked on a small sob. "Last night was so special, you made me feel like a princess. My heart was racing reading your letters, hoping you would be there at the end so I could just hold you."
Santana smiled, "I was so nervous waiting for you, it felt like hours from knowing you were on the hilltop to you climbing the ladder up here, I had no idea what you were thinking or even if you'd want to be with me by the end of it." She stilled her arm as she fiddled with the strap on Brittany's dress.
"Really, you doubted that?" Brittany wondered.
"Well, obviously I hoped I was wrong, but I just had to sit and wait and hope for the best, after Sugar's text to say you were here, time sorta stood still." She confessed, her hand going back to rub up and down Brittany's side.
"Yeah, about that, how on earth was Sugar involved in all this, how did you get my best friend to be on your side?" she asked lightly, genuinely intrigued how Sugar knew all about the plans.
"Well, we had a talk when we were on the boat yesterday, when you swam over to the island, she called me out on my feelings for you and I couldn't deny it, I ended up telling her how I really felt about you but how I was too scared to do anything about it. She made me realize that I could ruin my chances of ever being with you for the sake of other people's opinions." Brittany watched Santana speak, loving being this close to her, seeing this side of her. "On the ride back to the dock, I watched you steer the boat, I watched your facial expressions change and the way your body moved and then you turned round and smiled at me over your shoulder, and that's when I knew, I wanted you to always smile at me like that."
Brittany grinned up at her, "and then you told Sugar what you were going to do?"
Santana nodded, "well I needed her help to find fairy lights and candles and I needed her to get you up here and give you the torch. She had just got back to my hut with the cushions and blankets when you knocked on the door yesterday. I was inside finishing the last letter whilst you quizzed her about what she was doing." Santana laughed, "I thought you were about to catch us out."
Brittany thought back to how weird Sugar was acting and then remembered what she had said, "so does that mean you're not taking up archery?"
Santana stared at her blankly, "hmm, what?"
Brittany laughed, "when I asked Sugar what she was helping you with, she said you wanted her opinion on whether you should take up archery this week at camp."
"What, that's crazy," Santana laughed, bringing her hand up to play with the ends of Brittany's hair.
"Oh, because I kinda mentioned it to Mrs. Motta and she has signed us both up." Brittany giggled placing a soft kiss on Santana's cheek, making the girls tummy flutter.
"You did what?" Santana gasped, looking scared.
"Hey, I thought I was helping," Brittany laughed at the worried look on her face. "At least we'll be together," Brittany cooed, "me and my girlfriend." And she pinched Santana's cheek.
"Now whose the goofball?" Santana laughed pushing Brittany's hand away.
"So Sugar obviously knows about us, does anyone else?" Brittany asked.
She felt Santana's body freeze at the sudden change of conversation. "No, no one else knows." She said letting her hand fall down from Brittany's hair.
Watching Santana's face, Brittany spoke up, "Well shall we leave it like that for now? Let's get used to being together first, there's no need to put extra pressure on us." She offered.
Santana looked sad as she looked up at Brittany, "do you mind?"
"No not at all," Brittany replied, kissing her cheek in reassurance.
"Because I don't want you to feel like I'm ashamed or anything, I just need to build myself up to telling other people…"
"Santana," Brittany interrupted, "it's ok, really. I get it. We don't have to tell anyone until you are ready, and when you are, we'll do it together." She smiled across at her squeezing her arm.
"You are so amazing Britt, how did I get so lucky?" Santana wondered back.
"Plus," Brittany started, leaning in to kiss Santana's lips, "I think it will be totally hot sneaking around, stealing kisses when no one is watching, I'm going to tease you so bad," she laughed out loud, her fingers digging into Santana's ribs.
Santana squealed at the way Brittany's long, pale fingers dug into her. "Oh, is that right Miss Pierce," Santana hummed as she rolled over to straddle Brittany knocking her hands away, "well I'm sure two can play that game," and she leaned down and caught her lips in hers, sucking on her bottom lip before swiping her tongue along the top.
Brittany sighed into the kiss, reveling at the feel of Santana's tongue running along her lips. Before long Santana had gained entrance into her mouth and she explored around, loving the sensation it gave her in her tummy.
Brittany's arms came up around Santana's neck to deepen the kiss, bringing her forward adding more pressure. A moan slipped from Santana when one of Brittany's arms found their way into her hair, Brittany smiled into the kiss as she pressed up with her hips, into Santana, resulting in moans from both the girls.
Santana sat up and pushed the blankets away so she could look down at the girl beneath her, Brittany lay on her back, still in her dress from last night. Santana's eyes trailed the length of her body, mesmerized by her beauty, she let her fingers dance across her abs as she watched Brittany eyes flitter closed and then open again as she built up a rhythm to her strokes.
"Come here," Brittany beckoned reaching for Santana.
Santana lay down on top of her, aware that her head rested on Brittany's breast and her legs fell between Brittany's.
Brittany stroked her hair as Santana listened to her heartbeat as her chest rose and fell beneath her. They lay like that for a while, curled up together, listening to the birds sing and just nature in general, each lost in their own thought of the other.
"Are you scared?" Brittany pondered after a while.
Santana leaned her head back to look at Brittany as she thought about the question.
"Yes," she whispered. "I'm terrified, but I also know it's right, I really want this." She spoke pointing to the both of them.
Brittany hugged her tighter, squashing her against her and she inhaled Santana's scent, she smelt of raspberries mixed with summer and it made Brittany's heart skip a beat.
"We'll take it real slow, ok? But I want you to promise me something." She stopped until Santana met her gaze and nodded. "I want you to promise me that you'll talk to me if something scares you or unsettles you, I don't want you running off and freaking out by yourself, now that we are girlfriends, we're in this together, ok? I want to help."
"You are so awesome Britt-Britt," Santana sighed, "I promise I will try, I want to be as open and honest with you as I can."
"That's good, but if you're struggling to find the words, you can always write me letters ok?" she smirked.
"Ok," Santana smiled placing her head back on Brittany's chest.
They lay there like that as the sun got higher in the sky; reaching for her phone to check the time Santana saw it was already passed 8am, that meant they both had to make their way down to breakfast soon. Kissing Brittany one last time Santana stood up and walked over to her bag that was siting in the corner, she reached into it and pulled out a set of clothes for herself and Brittany.
Brittany watched her with a raised eyebrow. "You really did think of everything," she commented as Santana placed the clean clothes next to her.
"I sure did, I didn't want us to waste time this morning going back to the huts to change, so I asked Sugar to grab you these, I hope they're ok.
"They're perfect," she said, blushing as she saw a clean pair of panties folded up in the pile.
Santana followed her gaze and she immediately blushed too. "I'm just going to climb down and take the fairy lights down whilst you get changed," she muttered trying to ease the embarrassment. "Do you need anything else?"
"No, I'm good," Brittany replied setting her clothes down. Santana put on her shoes and walked over to the ladder. "Don't even think about leaving before kissing your girlfriend," Brittany deadpanned.
Santana's head shot up at her words, she looked to Brittany seeing the sparkle in her eye, she laughed lightly as she walked over and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"I can't believe the first time you saw my panties, you weren't peeling them off me," Brittany continued.
"Britt!" Santana startled, stepping back, "you can't say things like that."
"Why not, we were both thinking it," she replied innocently.
Santana laughed as she perched back down to kiss Brittany on the mouth, "You are going to give me a heart attack if you continue talking like that." She said as she pulled back.
"Would that make me your nurse?" Brittany continued, "because I'm pretty sure I could rock a nurses outfit."
Putting her hand on her heart to feel it's speed, Santana closed her eyes to steady her breathing, but that only encouraged her mind to wander as she imagined Brittany dressed as a nurse, "I'm pretty sure you could too, B," she swallowed deeply, her skin suddenly feeling prickly as all sorts of images of Brittany dressed up ran through her head.
"You should see your face," Brittany burst out laughing, "I can't believe how flustered you just got." And she rolled over clutching her sides as she continued laughing.
"Hey, that's not fair Brittany," Santana pouted as she watched her, "I've got all these crazy hot images of you in my head now."
Brittany turned back to face her and she pulled her back on top of her, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist, I just wanted to be honest with you." She smirked and reached up to kiss Santana.
Santana gave into the kiss, letting herself get lost in Brittany's taste, their tongues battled with the other to gain the upper hand, Santana lent forward pressing her body into Brittany's and she felt Brittany smile into her, clearly enjoying the kiss just as much.
"We should probably stop," Santana muttered but made no impression of stopping.
"But I don't want to," Brittany pressed as her hands gripped Santana's ass, causing a squeak to come from her lips.
"Me either," she confirmed as her hands danced with the fabric of Brittany's dress.
So they continued kissing for another 10 minutes before they were forced to stop before people came looking for them. After taking down the fairy lights and both changing they made their way down the hill to the breakfast area.
Both girls were clearly buzzing from the secret they now shared and that made them both giddy, it was going to be hard for them to keep their hands to themselves in front of others but it was what they had agreed on for now.
As they were about to reach the clearing, Santana pulled Brittany into the bushes and lent in to kiss her.
"What was that for?" Brittany giggled feeling her lips tingling from the sensation.
"Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?" Santana challenged smirking.
"Definitely not," she kissed back, "I'm not complaining, I just wondered if there was a reason for the unexpected bush dive," Brittany's eyes glistening at her own choice of words.
Santana rolled her eyes at Brittany laughing as she brought her in to kiss her again.
"Such a dirty mouth this morning Miss Pierce, and here I was thinking you were so innocent."
Brittany smirked and was about to reply when they heard voices close by, peering over Santana's shoulder she saw Finn, Mike and Sam walk past on their way to breakfast, both girls stilled as they passed and then let out a breath when the coast was clear.
Reaching down for a last kiss Brittany stepped out first, beckoning Santana when she was sure the coast was clear.
/
After breakfast, which the girls eyed each other throughout and barely noticed anybody else, they left together and headed back to their huts. As it was Sunday and there were no planned activities, the girls had the day to themselves.
"What do you want to do today?" Brittany asked as she bumped her shoulder with Santana's.
"Umm, I don't mind as long as I'm with you," Santana answered smoothly, "is there somewhere we could go where we won't be interrupted?"
Brittany thought about it, before grinning, "I have the perfect place, but it's a bit of a walk, unless you wanted to take the bikes."
"I'd rather walk, then I get to hold your hand and we can talk," Santana blushed at her words.
Brittany's grin took over her face. "Ok great, go and grab your bathing suit and meet me at my hut as soon as you're ready, ok?"
Santana nodded, squeezing Brittany's arm as she took off towards her own hut.
/
When she got inside she headed straight over to her wardrobe, pulling all her bikini's out, wanting to choose the cutest one, she looked at them all and decided on the yellow one which had apple slices on it, she thought Brittany would appreciate it.
She undressed to put it on underneath her clothes and grabbed her backpack and filled it with water, her camera and her journal, she needed to write all about last night as soon as she got the chance.
She stepped out of her hut to close the door when Rachel appeared by her side, "Oh where are you going?" she asked, "I thought you might want to hang out and listen to me sing, or I could put on a show for you if you'd like, I can do ballet too." She confirmed, raising onto her tiptoes.
Santana looked at her as if she had grown 3 heads, "erm, I'm sure that's great Rachel but I can't right now," she said frowning at the thought of watching Rachel put on a show for her. Rachel looked dejected so she continued to make excuses, "I'm going for a walk in the woods to write in my journal, I've got lots to catch up on." It wasn't a straight up lie, she might get a chance to write in her journal if her and Brittany stopped along the way.
Sensing that Rachel was not going to give up, she continued, "Why don't you ask Tina to watch you, I know she'd enjoy that."
"Yeah, you're right, she would. Ok, maybe you could come and watch me later though?" Rachel pleaded.
"Yeah, maybe," Santana answered not committing herself to anything. "Anyway, I best be off," and with that she made her way over to Brittany's hut.
As she got nearer she could hear voices inside, realizing Brittany was filling Sugar in about last night, she crept closer and stood next to the window so she could hear what Brittany was saying, she wanted to hear it from Brittany's point of view.
"….it was so romantic Shug, I wish you had seen it all set up, I literally cried the whole time as I was reading the letters, she's just so amazing," Brittany gushed without taking a breath, "I can't believe she's my girlfriend, I can't believe she likes me that much."
"Why wouldn't she Britt, you're just as amazing." Sugar complimented her friend.
Brittany rolled her eyes.
"I just like her so much, I don't want to ruin it." Brittany confessed.
"Oh don't tell me I have to give you a pep talk now as well" Sugar giggled. "You two worry too much, just go out there and have the best day with your girlfriend ok."
Brittany squealed, "How amazing does that sound? 'with my girlfriend'" she cheered and Santana couldn't help the smile that formed on her face.
"Ok, I'm going out, to hang out with my girlfriend," she teased, "don't wait up," she winked over at Sugar.
Sugar grabbed a pillow and flung it at her friends retreating back, "no sex on my bed, you understand?" she chanted and laughed as Brittany stuck out her tongue.
Santana stepped back and circled the hut so Brittany didn't know she'd been listening.
When she stepped out Brittany was waiting for her, she had a backpack on her shoulder too and Santana smiled at how alike they were.
"Hey you," Brittany greeted when she looked up, she had put her bathing suit on underneath her clothes too.
"Hi," Santana smiled, suddenly blushing at the way Brittany was looking at her.
"Are you ready?" Brittany asked and Santana nodded, "Ok, let's go, it's up this way."
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Santana quizzed as they left the camp.
Taking her hand Brittany laced their fingers as she shook her head, "Nope, it's your turn for a surprise today," she gleamed, looking over at Santana.
Santana smiled and closed her fingers around Brittany's and felt herself relax as they walked away from camp.
They set a steady pace together and Brittany pointed out things along the way, they fell in and out of conversation and Santana took pictures as she walked. Brittany watched her as she stepped quietly towards a butterfly that had landed on a flower so she could capture the colors on its wings.
Brittany noted the concentration on her face when she did it, the way she looked through the screen and turned the camera at different angles to get the best shots, she was totally enthralled.
"You enjoy taking pictures," Brittany observed.
Santana looked up at her to answer, "yeah I really do, I love capturing a moment on camera and I also love the way you can play around with the colors and textures of the pictures, improving it or changing it to a way that best fits your mood."
Brittany smiled at her, impressed that she had found out another personal bit of information about Santana.
"Do you take many pictures?" she asked.
"Yeah, usually every weekend or when I have spare time; it's another way I found to let off steam. I would go out and find a place to take pictures, sometimes scenery, or even sometimes I'd sit in the middle of a busy street and snap away, capturing peoples lives, then I'd go home and copy them onto the computer and play with them, manipulating them almost to get across different messages, then I'd write about them, sometimes making up stories about what I thought was happening, or I'd use a scenery picture as a setting in a short story I'd write."
"Wow," Brittany spoke, truly mesmerized by Santana's words, "You really are so talented San," she commented, making Santana blush.
"Not really Britt, I just do it because I enjoy it, it stops me thinking about my life." She admitted.
"Well you don't have to do it for that reason anymore, do you?" Brittany smiled, reminding Santana just how beautiful she was.
"No, I don't," she breathed, leaning up to capture her lips and joining their hands.
"Tell me more about you Britt, I feel like you know all my secrets, I want to know about you," she sang making Brittany smile.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"Everything," Santana answered easily.
"Well," Brittany started, "I don't have any secrets, so you'll have to be more specific," she replied.
"Ok, how about we each ask a question, but we both have to answer it, that way we'll both learn lots."
"Sounds good, you can go first," Brittany offered.
"Ok," Santana started, "favorite smell"
"Easy, the seaside, the smell of the ocean," Brittany answered, "you?"
"The smell of roast turkey at thanksgiving," Santana said.
"Who was your childhood hero?"
"Cat women," Santana answered without missing a beat, Brittany laughed whilst she answered that her dad was her hero.
Santana was next, "How old were you when you had your first kiss?"
"6," Brittany giggled when Santana gasped, "Britt, seriously?" "Yeah," she answered, "I was in the cloakroom at school and my friend was crying because she hurt her knee so I bent down and kissed her on the lips to make her feel better," Santana snorted at the confession and continued to shake her head.
"What about you?" Brittany quizzed.
"14," Santana confirmed quietly and Brittany let out a low whistle, "hey, stop making fun of me," she pouted, poking Brittany in the ribs, "we weren't all confident like you," she teased.
"How many girls have you kissed?" Santana probed.
"Hey, it's my question," Brittany argued, poking her back.
"I want to know," Santana pushed.
"Fine, but then I get two questions." She confirmed, kissing Santana's forehead.
"4, you?"
"1," Santana spoke, looking up at Brittany, "just you,"
Brittany felt her breath catching, "seriously?" she asked even though she knew by Santana's face she was telling the truth.
"Yeah," Santana confirmed, bringing them to a stop as she faced Brittany. "I mean, sure I've wanted to kiss other girls before but I've just never had the confidence and was always scared of rejection or other people finding out, then I met you and I realized, I didn't want to let you slip away." She blushed at the teary look that flashed across Brittany's face.
"Oh, baby, that is the nicest thing you could of said." She cooed bringing her closer to hug her. Santana tucked her head into Brittany's neck and let her rock her.
Santana felt Brittany's breath by her ear as she spoke. "If it makes a difference, none of those other girls count next to you, you blew them straight out of the water."
Santana laughed into her neck, "You don't have to say that," she uttered, "I just wanted you to know you are my first."
Brittany nodded, stroking her thumb across Santana's face, "I know I don't have to say it, but I said it because I meant it, I would never lie to you San. Thank you for telling me that."
Santana smiled and pulled back and they started walking again hand in hand.
Brittany steadied herself to ask the next question, not sure if she wanted to broach the subject but asked anyway.
"How many boys have you slept with?"
Santana knew this question was coming and had promised herself she would tell the truth, she wanted to be honest with Brittany, and so she spoke, "I don't know the exact number, but maybe around 25," she answered not looking at Brittany.
Brittany stopped them this time and pulled Santana to sit on the bank and pulled out a bottle of water each so they could take a break, she watched Santana and no matter how she tried to make eye contact with her she wouldn't.
"I bet you think I'm disgusting don't you," Santana broke the silence.
"Not at all," Brittany answered, placing her hand on Santana's knee, "hey," she started, "will you talk to me?" she asked softly, remember we agreed to talk about things and not lock them away,"
Santana turned to look at her slowly and when she did she was glad, because all she saw was understanding in her eyes; no judgment.
"I, erm used to sleep with guys to try and convince myself I was straight, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change the way I felt. I used to hate myself for having no feelings towards the boys I let do that to me, so I would just convince myself it was just that guy I wasn't into, so I worked my way pretty much through the football team and then any other random guys who were willing. I also used it as a cover with my friends, when they used to talk about sex with guys I would listen to find out what I was supposed to be feeling and what they said to make it more enjoyable but it never worked for me."
"Oh, Santana," Brittany whispered, rubbing her back, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, I wish I'd found you sooner," she cried.
"Its not your fault Britt, if I had met you sooner I probably wouldn't have been ready to open up to you and I definitely wouldn't of kissed you, I guess it's just part of my story." She answered quietly.
"Even so, I hate to think of you suffering like that, and it also makes my blood boil to think of them touching you," she huffed as Santana watched her become more flustered.
"Hey, it's fine, really, I never need to think about that now; I've got you, it all worked out in the end."
Brittany watched her face for any uncertainty or doubt and when she was satisfied she saw none, she took another drink from her bottle.
"What about you? What's your number?" Santana probed.
"two," Brittany confirmed, "Sam and a guy from my dance class."
"Were you in a relationship with the guy from dance class?" Santana asked.
Brittany looked out at the fields, focusing on the sound of trickling water she could hear, "No, we'd been on a few dates but it was nothing serious, we went to a dance meet in Florida and we hooked up, twice I think. He wanted more but I wasn't interested, it made dancing with him difficult afterwards but then he got a girlfriend and moved clubs."
Closing the lids on their drinks, they got to their feet and carried on walking, Brittany taking Santana's hand and swaying it back and forward, "next question?" Brittany asked.
"Sure, shoot," Santana smiled.
"What do you want to be doing in 5 years time?"
"Ooh, good question," Santana chimed, "definitely writing, maybe a travel writer or writing fiction, maybe incorporating photography somehow, I definitely want to move out of Lima, I want to be somewhere new." Santana finished, turning to Brittany to hear her answer.
"I have no doubt that's where you'll be San, surrounded by supportive people who see just how amazing you are," she smiled kissing her head.
"And you'll be one of them I hope," Santana just about whispered.
Bringing her hand up to kiss it, Brittany turned to her, "I hope so too," she hushed.
"What about you, what are your dreams?" Santana asked, intrigued.
"Well, I want to be dancing, maybe have done a tour by then, then when I'm ready to settle down I want to open up a dance studio, I'd love to teach classes to people just as enthused as I am," she sparkled as she spoke about it.
"That's settled then," Santana laughed, "Whilst you're touring, I'll do my travel writing at all the places you visit and then once we've finished, I'll write all my novels and you can open up a studio."
"Sounds perfect," Brittany laughed along looking over at the girl next to her, thinking how amazing that all sounded.
As they moved further around the corner, they started to walk higher and the sound of rippling water became more prominent.
Santana's eyes widen as she asked, "Is it a waterfall?"
Sensing Santana's excitement Brittany nodded. "It sure is; it's almost as pretty as you." She cooed.
Santana laughed and increased the pace.
"You'll be able to take lots of pictures, and then maybe you could write a story about it." Brittany spoke.
"Definitely," Santana smiled, "I already have the best idea for the super hot, bikini clad, main character." And then she aimed the camera at Brittany and snapped away whilst Brittany posed in silly positions making Santana giggle loudly.
"Race you to the top," Brittany squealed as she took off leaving nothing but a trail of dust behind her.
This was going to be fun, Santana thought as she followed Brittany's trail, picking up her discarded clothes along the way.
As she got to the top, Santana gasped at the most beautiful scene in front of her, she was stood at the bottom of a waterfall, which fell into a clear lagoon, palm trees surrounded it and the sound of the water hitting the rocks vibrated in her ears, what was more breath taking though, was the tall angel like blonde perched on a rock ready to jump in, she was dressing in a golden bikini, that almost matched the color of her wet hair.
Santana watched as her muscles flexed as she got ready to jump, Santana reached for her camera and caught the moment she sprang from the rock and then the moment just before she hit the water, she did it so elegantly, Santana's tummy fluttered just watching her.
When Brittany emerged from under the water she was beaming at Santana, calling her into the water.
Santana placed all her things down next to Brittany's and made her way to the edge of the water where Brittany was.
"Britt, it's so beautiful," she gasped, stepping in, not expecting the water to be as warm as it was.
"I can think of something more beautiful," Brittany whispered into her ear, bringing her closer so Santana could wrap her legs round her.
"I'm so glad you brought me here, it's so gorgeous." She said as she peered around over Brittany's shoulder. If it wasn't for the way Brittany's body felt pressed against her in the water Santana would of swam off to explore, but she couldn't, her heart beat frantically from the feel of Brittany's hands holding up her thighs.
Santana leaned back to capture Brittany's lips and she kissed her softly, sighing into her, making the most of the way her lips pressed against Brittany's.
She didn't think she'd ever been this happy. Brittany moved her lips to her neck and Santana lent back to give her better access, and even thought the water was warm, she still felt goose bumps rise on her skin and she shuddered at Brittany's touch.
Nobody had ever made her body react like this before, all these feelings were new; she was overwhelmed by it all. Usually when Puck kissed her or the other boys she'd been with, they were rough and sloppy, they weren't soft like Brittany's kisses.
Brittany seemed to want to capture the feel of Santana's lips just as much as she did, and when she did kiss her hard, it was passionate and filled with need, Santana slowed the kiss down so she could catch her breath.
"You ok?" Brittany asked sensing that she was thinking about something.
"Yeah, I'm great, honestly," she replied, "it's just, I get so caught up when kissing you, my body has never reacted like this before, my mind is swimming with feelings and my tummy is constantly flitting and I have this tightness between my legs that I don't know how to deal with." She answered honestly.
Brittany moved her hands to Santana's back and looked at her with so much gentleness, "you've never had an orgasm before?" she asked softly.
Santana shrugged, "I don't know?"
"Believe me, you would know baby," Brittany answered then kissed her on the cheek, "your body reacting that way, just means you are enjoying it, I get the butterfly's in my tummy too, every time I'm close to you, not just when I kiss you," she confirmed, watching Santana relax, "that's all completely normal, and the tightness between your legs means you are turned on."
Santana watched Brittany's face as she explained all this. "And you get all these feelings too?" she asked.
"Yes, but they are intensified with you." She answered honestly.
Santana smiled back at her and placed her face into her neck where the water lapped gently.
"Have you never touched yourself?" Brittany asked quietly.
"I tried once," Santana answered quietly but it didn't work. "I was never really bothered about it though, until I met you, now I can't stop thinking about it," Santana laughed.
"Want me to try?" Brittany asked, not sure if that was the right thing to say, "it'll make you feel better and then you won't worry about it so much," she spoke into Santana's neck.
Santana leaned back to look at her, "what if it won't work?" she asked and Brittany's heart leaped for her.
"Of course it will sweetheart, you just need to relax and think about the feeling, we don't have to try it now, maybe just think about it." She offered.
"No, I want to try it, I trust you," she smiled placing her head back into Brittany's neck.
"Are you sure?" Brittany asked.
"Yes," Santana spoke into her neck.
"Ok, but if we do this I want you to look at me, I want you to see the trust in my face and know that I'll stop if you ask." Brittany explained.
Santana stayed buried in Brittany's neck for another minute before she brought her head up to face her. "Ok," she nodded.
Brittany brought her in for a kiss and let her hands stroke up and down her back, she felt Santana relax against her so she brought one hand down to stroke her thigh; Santana's breath caught in her throat as Brittany's fingers skimmed her hip.
Brittany leaned her body backwards so there was room for her to slide her hand between their bodies, and she ran a hand along the top of Santana's bikini bottoms, "are you ok?" she whispered against Santana's lips.
Santana nodded as "please Brittany," fell from her lips.
Kissing her one last time, Brittany let her hand slip beneath her bikini and she began circling her fingers around Santana's bundle of nervous.
Santana gasped at her touch and a moan ripped it's way up her throat, her head fell back and she slouched in Brittany's arm, Brittany watched the emotions flit across her face, as she got used to the feel of Brittany's hand against her.
Once Brittany was satisfied Santana was enjoying it, she increased the pace of her fingers, making bigger circles and pressing harder. "Look at me baby," she whispered, wanting to look at her face.
Santana lifted her head up and opened her eyes, as her breathing became more irregular, her eyes were hooded but Brittany could see how they had turned a darker brown, Brittany's own breath caught in her throat as she looked at Santana, "You are so beautiful" she shuddered.
Again increasing the pace and pressure of her fingers, Brittany watched Santana's need build, she could tell she was close but she was holding back. She lent forward to capture her lips and she pushed her tongue into Santana's mouth, giving her another sensation to think about.
Feeling Santana tense, Brittany leaned back to watch her. "It's ok to let go baby, I've got you," she hushed.
"I can't," Santana cried back.
"You can," Brittany encouraged, "let yourself feel it," and with that she pushed Santana over the edge.
She watched her body shudder as her back arched and her thighs pushed together around Brittany, she watched the high wash over her face and the shriek that flew from her mouth made Brittany's own core tighten, she continued circling her fingers until Santana's breathing returned to normal and then she peppered tiny kisses over her face, until Santana opened her eyes, smiling.
"wow," she gasped, "that was unreal, like the most intense feeling ever," she gushed with her cheeks red and her hair matted to her face.
"It was beautiful," Brittany whispered honestly, "you are beautiful," she continued.
"Thank you so much Brittany," Santana cried, "I'm so glad I'm not broken anymore."
"You were never broken Santana," Brittany laughed softly.
"Even so, I'm so glad it was you," Santana hummed into her neck.
"Me too," Brittany hushed smiling and bringing the girl closer.
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