Chapter 13 part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own glee. If I did we would have more than a brief tango in Survivor and a sweet hand holding in the bathroom. There would have been some major Brittana loving by now. Or at least more than like 6 lines for Brittany. But at least we have gotten some awesome Santana stories.
A/N I hate author notes btw... So I have to appologize, I have been gone and dead for months, In my defence i have, in no particular order: Moved, gotten eaten by dinosaurs, moved, found jimmy hoffa, moved, discovered the plot the Showgirls, moved, cured cancer, almost moved again and repaved the driveway... Some of those things might not have happened. Anyways on with the story. Oh and be warned, notice the rating change. This story has offically gone to M. And this chapter is smut smut smut. You have been warned.
"You do know that you don't just have to look San, you get to touch too. This isn't a museum. Which is good because they make my brain hurt." Santana let out a small nervous laugh. She really was fascinated at how the dancers mind worked. Santana mimicked Brittany's motion and brought her hands to her hips. Pulling their bodies closer together. Santana licked her lips uncosiously as Brittany leaned in bringing thier lips together.
Santana felt a now familiar rush to her system. Her heartbeat, already elevated at the sight of the beautiful blonde, suddenly became so loud that she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her breath hitched slightly as Brittany ran her tongue gently over Santana's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Santana couldn't stiffle the moaned at the feeling. Her mind reeled at the thought that less than twenty four hours ago she was nervous to be within a few feet of the tall blonde who now gripping the small brunette's hips. She still didn't have many memories of her life before the shooting, but she knew that this was exactally where she was supposed to be.
Brittany began to slip her hands up from Santana's hips, one coming to rest on the small of her back, the other tangeling into dark locks, pulling the latina even closer to her, which Santana hadn't thought possible. Brittany swept her tounge again against Santana's lips and this time the smaller girl quickly relented, allowing the blonde access. Santana whimpered as the girls tounges danced in a slow sensual ballet.
The feeling of the hot water cascading over their bodies mixed with the sensation of skin on skin was enough to make Santana's knees week. Brittany sensed this and pushed Santana against the shower wall. Santana pushed Brittany away with a sharp intake of air. Brittany looked at her with fear and confusion as she saw Santana fighting back tears. Afraid that she was moving to fast again.
"Santana! Whats the matter. What did I do? Was it to much? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be pushing you...". Santana quickly raised her hand to cover Britt's mouth as she winced in pain and took a deep breath before speaking, having a bit of a hard time catching her breath.
"No Britt, not to fast. Ribs. Still broken, still hurt. Just give me a second to catch my breath." Santana looked deeply into Brittany's eyes, seeing that the dancer was still scared and feeling guilty. Santana moved her hand from across Britt's mouth and gently ran her nuckles over the fair skin of the blonde's cheek. "I'm okay, I swear Brittany. I just need a minute or two and i will be fine, I promise." Brittany nodded and gently placed her hand on the now fading bruises that occupied the side of Santana's torso. She gently ran her finger tips over the soft skin, now tinged shades of black, blue, purple, green and yellow.
Santana closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the shower wall for a moment to let the final waves of pain pass over. Brittany watched for a moment as she watched the expression soften replaced by a calm and relaxed soft smile. As the smile began to become a sly grin Brittany knew that Santana was recovered. She stepped forward and placed a kiss to Santana's soft lips before trailing her kisses down her jawline, her lips ghosting across the coloumn of the latina's neck. She kissed down Santana's collarbone her lips gently touching her lover's breast, causing a deep moan to rumble in Santana's chest.
The tanned girl, whose normally chocolate eyes were now open, practically black with lust and passion and watching the blonde intently. Brittany glanced up with a smile laying on her lips as she ran her tounge quickly over the pert nipple in front of her before pulling away again. Santana let out a loud whimper at the flash of pleasure and the sudden loss of contact. Brittany giggled and then dipped her head back forward pulling the small bud into her mouth, causing Santana to moan Brittany's name.
"Mmmm... Britt...so good." She ran one of her hands up, tangeling it into blonde hair. With one of her free hand on Santana's hip for support Britany brought the other hand to the unattended breast, taking it and softly squeezing. She kneeded the firm globe, before bringing her nimble fingers to the hardend nipple, rolling it between them, causing Santana's hips to buck forward before moving her lips to the other nipple and repeating her actions.
Santana was becoming painfully aware of how aroused she was. Her core was soaking wet and throbing, and she was begining to crave friction. She moved her hands down to Brittany's shoulders, pulling the girl up to her full height and crashing her lips into the blonde's. Brittany knew that Santana was in need of attention father south and so she leaned in, careful of the bruised ribs, and brought her thigh up, pressing it into Santana's core. The latina let out a long deep groan at the feeling of pressure on her clit. The blonde started a slow pace, running her thigh against Santana, the friction making the little latina's hips buck each time Britt pressed her own hips into her.
After several moments of deep kissing and Brittany stroking Santana with her thigh Brittany shifted her weight, pulling her leg away from San's center. Santana whimpered at the loss of contact but quickly understood what Britt had in mind. She grabbed Santana's right leg, pulling it up and throwing it around her own waist, Brittany silently thankful for the years of stretching they had endured under coach Sylvester.
Brittany ran her hand down the toned thigh that was now securly pinning the two girls together. As her hand reached Santana's firm ass she pulled the small girl it tight, bringing both of their heats together. Both girls gasped at the first contact of the warm wet heat. Both girls pressed into each other a few times before Brittany brought her hand down, running her long fingers through warm wet folds. Santana gasped and let out a deep groan at the feeling. After exploring the length of Santana several times, reveling in the sounds spilling from the brunnetes lips she gently teased at her entrance. After gently dipping one finger into her lover several times Brittany slid two fingers deep into Santana. The smaller girl threw her head back and let out a string of explitives, mostly in spanish.
Brittany could tell that Santana was already close, her velvety walls imediatly began to grip down on the blonde's long talented fingers. She set out on a steady pace, pressing in and out of Santana, whose chest was rising and falling as her breathing became unsteady. Santana let out small whimpers and moans with each stroke. She could feel a tightening in her lower body, knowing that her release was close.
"Fuck... Britt... I am so close...".With that confirmation Brittany increased her speed, pressing deep and fast into Santana who was now panting as her orgasam quickly neared. After only a few more pumps Santana's orgasam crashed down on her as she screamed Brittany's name so loud she was sure the neighbors had heard. Brittany continued to stroke gently, helping Santana ride out the final waves of her orgasam. Finally after Santana's breathing had returned to normal she slowly opened her eyes, still cloudy with passion and love. She smiled slightly dreamily at the blonde who leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.
"How are you doing San, are you okay? Are your ribs okay? I love you so much, please be okay." Brittany asked her voice soft and filled with love and a touch of fear.
"Mmmm. I am great Britt. Thank you so much... I love you..." Brittany beamed at Santana as San began to run her hands down the blonde's body toward Brittany's center but Britt grabbed her hands softly.
"Later babe. We are running out of hot water, and we have people waiting." Santana started at argue as she realized that Brittany was right on both counts. The water was cold, as she noticed goosebumps forming on both of their arms. And as irritated as she was with their friends abrupt arrival that morning she knew that they were probably waiting on them by now. If they hadn't killed each other yet. With a sigh Santana nodded her agreement and wimpered slightly as Britt stepped away and turned the now cold water off.
Several minutes, and several heated makeout sesions in the bathroom later, both girls walked into the bedroom clad only in towels to get ready. Santana was just sliding on a pair of boy shorts from her drawer, when she and Brittany both heard the front door to the apartment slam shut. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she glanced over at Brittany who had turned to look towards the noise.
"Well I guess at least one of them is still alive. Are they really always that... dramatic?" She couldn't help but smile as she watched Brittany furrow her brow in thought for a second before she dropped her towel uncerimoniously and turned back to her dresser, clearly looking for undergarments. Santana couldn't help but growl slightly at the once again liberated creamy skin on display in front of her. Thankfully Brittany either didn't hear or chose to ignore her and began to speak.
"Mostly. Like I said before, they hated each other in high school, they fought constantly. And then they fell for each other hard and fast when they met again here in New York. They are both... passionate. About everything. Work, play and especially each other. I think it is kind of awesome, they are lucky to have each other, I'm not sure many other people could take their drama. But they just work together, except when the fight."
Santana considered this information as she crossed the room to rummage through the closet for something to wear. She was unsure of what to wear, so she settled for a pair of dark slacks and a dark maroon v-neck sweater. She was pleased when she looked in the the full length closet mirror that the shirt was just the right fit, tight but not overly ran a hand through her still damp hair, her eye drawn once again to the now fading bruise on her temple. It still seemed unreal that something so small could so drastically effect her life.
She was drawn from her thoughts as Britt stepped into the closet wearing a pair of light pink panties and a matching bra. The thought crossed her mind again that she was the lucky one. She watched over her shoulder in the mirror as Britt pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a light blue blouse that complimented her beautiful blue eyes. They both finished getting ready in a comfortable silence, and finally Santana let out a deep sigh. Britt turned with a puzzled look on her face. Santana shrugged and walked over to Britt, giving her a gentle kiss.
"I would just rather stay home with you and spend some more time learing about me, and us... But the sooner we go to lunch the sooner we get back. Are they going to be impossible at lunch?" Britt smiled softly and nodded her head slowly.
"Probably." Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Wonderful. Lets just go get this over with."