Chapter 7: evening in the games room
That evening, the teenagers were once again sat in the games room, passing round drinks; some random concoction that Puck and Finn had put together. Brittany and Santana spent the majority of the evening sat in the corner joined at the hips, or should I say lips. Quinn and Rachel were stood chatting about their day, and occasionally glancing over towards Santana and Brittany, who had told them about half an hour ago that they would join them in a few minutes.
Rachel: do they ever come up for air?
Quinn: I have a theory, that Santana is in fact an evil dragon, so, maybe she has gills or something
Rachel: wouldn't that only work if she was underwater?
Quinn: fine, just some weird mythical way of breathing then, happy now?
Rachel: I can imagine her as a dragon, although, I do know that she's a big softy when it comes to Brittany. Which reminds me, I need to enlist your help.
Rachel explained to Quinn how they needed her to distract Brittany at some point over the weekend so that she and Santana could go to buy her a ring. Quinn agreed to take Brittany on a boat up the themes, they would use the excuse that Santana got sea sick, and Quinn really wanted to go, but not on her own.
Santana was by this point, sitting on Brittany's lap, straddling her. Their lips were pressed firmly together in a long and passionate kiss. Brittany had her arms around Santana's waist pulling her close. Normally Rachel would make a point of complaining about such a public display of affection, but she knew that it really would be pointless to interrupt these two. Puck was stood talking to Finn about a football play, waiting for an opportunity to talk to Santana about how to woo Rachel.
Santana had managed to push one of her hands into Brittany's jeans; the other hand was under her top, caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Nobody could really see what was going on, but when Brittany let out a moan much louder than she had intended when Santana pushed a finger inside her dripping wet centre, all of the other gleeks attention was turned towards the pair.
Mercedes: Seriously guys, you do have a room that you can do THAT
Quinn: NO! I have to share that room; I need to get some sleep tonight
Reluctantly the pair pulled away from each other, and Santana got up from Brittany's lap, wiping her hand on her own jeans, flashing Mercedes a smirk. Brittany skipped over to Quinn and Rachel, she didn't really mind being interrupted, and she would get back to making lady babies later.
Santana sauntered over to the pool table, and Puck took his chance to speak to her after dragging her out of the room, into the hallway.
Puck: I need your help, but promise not to laugh ok
San: what Puckerman, are you gay too?
Puck: NO! I need you to help me get Rachel, I want her to be my girlfriend
San: what makes you think I can help you do that?
Puck: well, you got Britt, and you seem to be sort of, I dunno, friends with her now
San: well, Britt is a lot simpler than Rachel…
Puck: please, any ideas help me. I brought her a gift today…
San: you're serious aren't you? You're hot for Berry!
Puck: admit it San, she's hot. And so am i. it would be a crime or something for two hot Jewish pieces of ass not to be together.
San: No denying that. You need to do something romantic. She is always talking to me about romance and that shit. Maybe take her to a posh dinner or something, I don't know. Get her flowers.. no a single red rose. Give her your present when you have desert, as long as it's not some tacky piece of shit. Oh, and you HAVE to pay. Got it? I'm going back inside,. Good luck or whatever.
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Everyone left to go to bed at around midnight, leaving behind Santana and Brittany, who were going to make use of the empty room, as they had promised not to disturb Quinn with their antics again.
Santana pushed Brittany against the side of the pool table, giving her a light kiss on the lips before moving down to suck and bite at her pulse point, soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. Brittany tangled one hand in the dark hair that fell casually around Santana's shoulders. The other hand was gripping tightly onto Santana's shirt. Brittany let out a soft moan as Santana placed a number of strategic kisses along the taller girl's jawline, whilst at the same time pushing her leg in between the talker girls.
She quickly and effortlessly undid Brittany's jeans to give her better access to her hot centre. Just as she was about to dip her hands into the blondes already damp underwear, Brittany picked her up and with one fluid movement she found herself laying on the pool table. Brittany made light work of pulling the girls t-shirt off, before flinging it to the side. Their lips met again, and within seconds their tongues were moving to a regular rhythm. Santana moaned into Brittany's mouth, and the blonde girl pulled away, looking into Santana's lust filled eyes. Santana felt as though Brittany could see right into her soul. Soon the blonde was trailing light kisses down her partner's jawline, sucking on her neck, enough to leave a mark, running her tongue down the valley between her breasts and leaving a trail of kisses down her taught stomach. Santana let out a frustrated groan when she felt all contact stop before Brittany got to her lower half.
Britt: Up
Santana arched her back before raising her hips enough for Brittany to remove her trousers and underwear in one swift movement. By this point Santana was completely wet, and she knew it wouldn't take long for her to lose all control. Brittany bent down between Santana's spread legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of her things.
San: please B, I .. need.. you
Brittany didn't have to be told twice, whilst keeping her eyes fixed on Santana's, she swept her tongue along Santana's wetness. Santana bucked her hips at the feeling of Brittany's tongue, wanting more. Brittany thrust two fingers into Santana, curling them to hit the spot that would send Santana over the edge. She worked up a regular rhythm which Santana met with her hips. She dipped back down, running her tongue lightly over Santana's clit. Brittany moaned against Santana, sending shockwaves through the Latinas body. Within minutes Brittany could feel Santana clench against her fingers, her legs shaking, back arching, and panting heavily. Brittany rode out Santana's orgasm, never taking her eyes off the Latinas face.
Santana could barely muster the energy to lean forward and kiss Brittany lightly on the lips, tasting herself on her girlfriend. Brittany got up to help Santana put her jeans back on, before they headed back to their room, slipping quietly into bed.