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Part Two: I Wish My Heart was Always on Her Mind
Brittany doesn't drive by Santana Lopez' house for an entire week.
It's not because she's scared to drive by. And it's certainly not because Brittany doesn't want to drive by or deliver a package.
It's because for one whole week, Santana Lopez doesn't order anything for Brittany to deliver.
And Brittany doesn't really know what to make of that. For a second she thinks that perhaps Santana simply has no need for books this week?
But no, that wouldn't be right, not for a book enthusiast whom has on more than one occasion referred to herself as a booknerd in Brittany's presence.
It has got to be something else entirely. The mystery worries Brittany, but it's honestly not just the 'not knowing' that bothers her the most.
For the first time in her life, Brittany's distraught and doesn't know what to say or do-not because she's too shy but because she didn't realize how much seeing Santana everyday really brought her out of her shell, how it brought her out of her shell and she doesn't know what to do with herself now because that feeling is suddenly gone. Now, every single second that Brittany spends driving down Santana's block and not getting to see the woman, brings her a step closer to understanding what it feels like to really be alone.
Santana, and everything wonderful about her, warms Brittany's world, and the fear that she may never have that again is what terrifies her the most.
Much to Brittany's everlasting gratitude, the Monday morning of the one-month anniversary that Brittany started delivering books to Santana Lopez rolls around and an extra large package addressed to the very woman on Brittany's every thought shows up in her mail truck.
When Brittany gets to the last house on her route, she parks her truck at the curb of Santana's front lawn. She walks with determination, ready to tell Santana she's sorry for being such a shy goof and not saying anything the last time she was there, anything to try and make it up to her.
Before Brittany even gets close to Santana's front door, however, the woman herself is flinging open and flying out of said door and down the steps, excitement in her every move.
"Oh my god! Is that it?" Santana inquires, glancing at the larger package that Brittany holds awkwardly in her hands. The postmaster is momentarily taken back at seeing the pretty brunette in a set of slim black-rimmed glasses, which are so precariously perched across her nose they make Santana look even more fairy tale stunning and breathtakingly gorgeous.
Brittany blinks herself out of her dazed Santana stupor and squints in confusion as she glances to the package in her hands. She really hopes that the odd shaped package is 'it', whatever 'it' is, if it makes Santana light up this much. Brittany shrugs but holds the package out to Santana watching as she takes it and rips it open in an exceptionally fast and impressive fashion before she lets out a little joyful squeal at her discovery of the contents.
"It is it!"
Brittany's still at a loss, but at the very least she shares Santana's enthusiasm if only because it makes her happy seeing Santana so delighted.
"Do you know the book Leviathan?"
At the mention of a book from one of her favorite series, a beaming smile breaks out across Brittany's face and she nods her furious acknowledgement.
"The Leviathan books? I love that series!"
For a moment Brittany feels like she has a friend in Santana, as they stare at each other with equally beaming smiles. She thinks the moment is going to fade though when Santana looks back over her shoulder and into her house, as if contemplating retreating there. Brittany sighs heavily and prepares herself for the impending brush off, the one she always gets.
She's too awkward and shy and quiet.
There are not a lot of people that can deal with someone like her.
They don't have the patience.
But when Santana turns back around to face her, Brittany swears she's got that look in her eyes that hints at something more. Like she's got a secret she's just dying to tell but she doesn't want to spoil the thrill. Brittany's heart skips a beat as Santana bites her lip and continues to gaze shyly at her through her glasses, before she speaks a few words that Brittany's never before had the proper introduction to.
"Would you like to come in and join me for a cup of coffee? If you've got time we could spend it reading books." Santana offers shyly lifting the package in her hands to emphasize her point, "Or we could talk if you want." She adds as an afterthought.
That dry feeling in Brittany's throat returns, the one that clogs the rest of her senses because she's so focused on trying to breathe. Her hearts pounding against her chest and she's pretty sure she's on the brink of passing out.
She's feeling lightheaded and her hands are clammy.
Brittany knows the proper thing to do in this case is politely except. For one, because joining Santana in drinking anything and reading a book sounds wonderful, especially one of Brittany's favorite books.
And for two, there's nowhere else Brittany would really like to be than with Santana Lopez.
That singular thought drives Brittany to respond, and she manages a nod, "I've got lots of time."
The smile that appears on Santana's face makes up for the awkwardness of Brittany's feeling and quells the inner nervousness of her heart. It gives Brittany hope.
Hope that maybe this time, she's going to make a friend.
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Brittany's surprised to find that when she enters Santana's house, she is greeted with a more homey feeling than she had been originally expecting.
Despite the general shade of the house, composed in blacks and other dark shades, Brittany feels more welcome than if she'd stepped into her parents home back in Santa Fe. Of course, Brittany is mostly elated about the fact that she's actually in Santana's house, as in the girl whom she currently harbors a clandestine love for.
As soon as Brittany walks fully into the house and hears Santana close the door softly behind them, her senses are further invaded by one of the most delicious scents she's ever had the privilege of inhaling. It's the same scent that's been lingering on the edge of her subconscious since she started delivering books to house 1101 a month ago.
Like chocolate and peppermint with a subtle hint of roasted marshmallow. It brings back delightful memories of Brittany's childhood, when her and her family would sit around at the campfire making s'mores. The scent of Santana, and the surrounding essence of her home, warms Brittany like a simmering cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's night.
She's brought back to her present fixation when she catches the tail end of Santana's sentence, the lingering warmth of the woman's tone calming and pleasant.
"…so…sorry about that." Santana says. Brittany's eyes snap up to her.
"What!" She shouts, feeling as though she missed something important even as an embarrassed flush heats her cheeks at her unintentionally loud tone. Santana simply giggles in her direction.
"I was saying I just lit some candles, so if it smells like Christmas in here that's probably why and I'm sorry."
Brittany blinks, taking a moment to comprehend Santana's words before a smile breaks out across her lips, "I like Christmas." She says and Santana's sweet, musical giggle rings through the atmosphere as she nods.
"Me too."
Brittany swears she sees Santana's beautiful coffee brown eyes glint momentarily behind her black-rimmed glasses, before she clears her throat and inquires, "Would you like some coffee…or hot chocolate?"
Sipping hot chocolate with Santana seems like the most wonderful thing Brittany could ever have the pleasure of doing. She nods fervently and whispers, "Hot chocolate please" just under her breath. Santana nods in her direction and with a 'Be right back' she slips into the kitchen just off the area that Brittany assumes is the designated dining niche.
She takes a moment to look around as she waits, for a moment not feeling shy or out of place. Something about Santana's calm and sweet nature allows Brittany to fully relax. She admires the shelves filled with books, new and fresh and crisp and old and tattered and worn. Strewn out from the shelves and spilling over half of the dining table, littering the floor, and stacked haphazardly alongside the small old stationary desk in the corner where a grey laptop rests next to a dim lamp.
Santana really likes books, Brittany muses and a smile covers her face as she scans the rest of the house that she can see from her position. There's a little threshold area past the larger bookshelves that seems to pour into a living room area, where a soft grey sofa rests in front of a dark cherry coffee table, also covered in books, and a flat screen TV sits perched atop an entertainment center. In this room, more shelves line the walls and they too are filled to the brink with books.
Brittany tilts her head back slightly out into the hallway that leads away from the front door and towards a room where a door is cracked open just wide enough to give way to the makings of a bed. Brittany swallows as she considers the fact that that room is more than likely the one where the woman of her dreams sleeps. Brittany's not trying to be creepy, but it's hard not wanting to picture herself being in that room with Santana.
"Here you go. I added some cinnamon to it, I hope that's okay." Brittany jumps slightly from her spot leaning into the hallway and looking towards Santana's bedroom so drastically that she loses her balance and stumbles backwards a little, just barely catching herself on the wall divide behind her before turning back sheepishly to a smiling and obviously entertained Santana.
She nods quickly noticing the cup that Santana has placed on the table, a spot that has been cleared specifically for Brittany's company. She collects herself and shuffles over, taking a seat. Santana studies her for a moment, a soft smile on her face before her head tilts in curiosity.
"Isn't that uncomfortable to keep around your shoulder?" She inquires, gesturing towards the messenger bag still slung over Brittany's neck.
"Oh! Yeah, I mean it's not that bad but it's nice to take off every once and while." Brittany answers, the words escaping her mouth in one big rushed gasp, a response to her nervousness. She makes no gesture to remove it.
Santana quirks an eyebrow, "Well, you're more than welcome to take it off and set it aside. I mean, unless you're planning on leaving sometime soon."
Brittany's eyes go wide at Santana's insinuation and she furiously shakes her head before she scrambles to rid herself of the bag, not wanting the other woman to think her anything less than grateful for her hospitality and kindness. However, as she's shifting to slide the strap up and over her head, her other arm somehow gets strangely twisted and she becomes relatively stuck in place, the bag halfway between being on and being removed.
Blue eyes flicker pleadingly to brown, "Ummm…I guess I didn't plan this out as well as I thought I had." Brittany murmurs self-consciously, feeling the very thin veil of calm and collected she had been trying to display quickly disappearing in Santana's eyes the longer she stays in the woman's home. Who is she kidding anyway? As if someone such as Santana would even be interested in such a bumbling mess such as herself. Sure, Santana was a bit of a booknerd, okay a lot of a booknerd, but Brittany is shy and awkward and-
"Here, relax this arm," Santana's voice is suddenly breaching Brittany's thoughts again and when her eyes refocus, she realizes the woman is standing in front her and has her hand placed softly on Brittany's stuck forearm. With Santana's assistance, and managing to do exactly what the woman says despite the close proximity and the rapid thumping of her heart, Brittany is untangled and free a few moments later.
She swallows thickly before her eyes avert from Santana's and she mumbles out a grateful, "Thank you." Shoe toeing the floor the entire exchange.
"You're welcome, now lets sip our drinks before they get cold and then we can read or talk."
Brittany nods her in agreement and quickly takes her seat at the table, sipping the drink that was placed before her. Suddenly her eyes light up in absolute joy as the chocolate taste that hits her tongue is nothing like she's ever experienced before but is still somehow everything that reminds Brittany of her mother's delicious hot chocolate from her childhood.
"This is amazing!" She exclaims without really intending to shout so loud, slapping a hand over her mouth as she causes another giggle to escape Santana's full and delightfully kissable lips, which instantly forces her heart to trip over itself at the sound.
"Thanks, it's my abuela's recipe. One of the few things she passed on to me." Santana explains and Brittany bobs her head in understanding, not wanting to miss one single fascinating word, except Santana doesn't appear to be saying anything else, and instead Brittany finds brown eyes focusing intently upon her, and Brittany's nerves and heralded shyness begin to return to her demeanor.
"I like your glasses." She mumbles out, her lips an inch away from her hot chocolate cup, her eyes drawn directly to the swirling sprinkles of cinnamon that dress the top. Brittany only manages to turn her gaze up to Santana's face when she observes some fumbling out of the corner of her eye. She finds Santana hectically scrambling to remove her glasses, that same incredibly distracting pink flush tinting the apples of tan cheeks.
The thought that she's embarrassed Santana, even adorably so, makes Brittany smile as her stomach pulls in tangles. She clears her throat and opens her mouth "You don't have to take them off, unless they're uncomfortable, because...they look really nice on you."
Brittany's words seem to instantly halt Santana's fumbling, and in the end her lips lift up into a small smile as she nods, allowing her glasses to remain perched upon her nose. They exchange a long look of admiration between each other before Santana seems to snap out of her haze and clear her throat. She runs a hand through her long dark locks before standing and walking over to the package she set on the floor from Brittany's delivery earlier.
When she procures the book she was looking for, Santana walks it back over to Brittany and hands it to her. Gingerly taking it from her grasp, Brittany smiles her thanks to Santana before setting the book on the table before her. She waits until Santana is set up with a book of her own before they both crack them open and fall into a serene silence of reading.
Brittany's not sure how long she's been reading when a voice interrupts her thoughts.
"Can I ask you something?" Santana's question is soft, and so unexpected that it slightly startles Brittany out of her concentration of the words on the pages. When she recovers she smiles shyly in Santana's direction and gives a small nod indicating that she's fine with hearing whatever might come out of Santana's mouth.
"I was just wondering…" The smaller woman seems to pause, her cheeks heating a little unsure about her next question, and not wanting to come off as rude, "Umm why do you tuck your hair under your cap and ummm…" She trails off, really feeling like she's already asked too much. Brittany's head tilts in curiosity and then it seems to dawn on her as her face drops into a mild frown.
Santana backtracks, "I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I just figured, one of the main parts of becoming friends is getting to know each other…"
Brittany's heart beats a little faster at the thought of Santana considering them friends.
"Oh…well actually it's not that interesting of a story," Brittany starts to say, quiet as usual but Santana's eyes still snap up to her, fixed with interest.
"I'd like to hear it if you want to talk about it."
The words are simultaneously relaxing and genuinely heartfelt, and again Brittany doesn't think she can deny Santana anything. With a small nod, she begins to explain how she got into her postmaster position by impersonating her brother, because he was three years older than Brittany and the expected 25 years old that the Lima Post Office required for their drivers to be. Then how, after a while, it just became easier to get along with people by continuing to masquerade as him.
"When you're a shy girl, people think they can take advantage of you and guys start paying more attention to how they think they can get you out of your shell," Brittany explains, a scowl covering her face as she considers all the times before when guys attempted to do just that to her, "But if you're a shy guy, people tend to just let you be. It just, I don't know, it became easier that way. Even if I still have a hard time speaking up or making eye contact, it's just…intimidating."
Brittany looks down at her forearm as she feels Santana place her palm against it, and then she glances up into warm brown eyes and a soft smile that's spread across her face, "But you make eye contact with me all the time."
At that, Brittany's eyes plummet to the tabletop before skirting over to where Santana's thumb is rubbing soft circles on her skin, the gesture is patient and understanding and Brittany knows that she shouldn't be embarrassed, "It's not hard to make eye contact with you, and you're not intimidating, just…really pretty." She whispers at the same time her eyes slant to glance back at Santana.
Santana smiles before her face turns pensive and she looks at Brittany with fortitude. She clears her throat before speaking, "I want you to know that I'm sorry I bailed on you the other week without an explanation…it's just you're…really intriguing and…yeah."
It's Brittany's turn to shrug as a soft smile crosses her features, "I'm just glad you still wanted to talk to me after finding out…stuff."
"There's nothing about you that would make me not want to talk to you. And it's not hard making eye contact with you either, so you don't need to be shy around me anymore Brittany."
Brittany doesn't think she ever will be from that moment on.
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A few days go by and Santana continues to invite Brittany into her house as she delivers her last package to door 1101 as if it's the most normal thing in the world to do.
Brittany feels comforted by the act, never having much friendly routine outside of her family. Her family that lives 1000 miles away in New Mexico and which she hasn't had the chance to see much of as of late.
But each day spent with Santana brings a sense of warmth and joy to Brittany that lets her forget for a while she's been alone for so long. In Santana's presence, she feels neither alone nor peculiar, and her affection for the woman that offers her hot chocolate and easy conversation grows more and more as the time goes by.
She loves the little things that happen during her stays. The way in which, after that first time, Santana doesn't fret about whether or not she answers the door in her glasses or not. Or the way Brittany makes sure to ask kindly for Santana's help in the removal of her messenger bag, before she gets tangled up in it. All of the light touches and soft smiles that are exchanged throughout the two or three or sometimes four hours that Brittany spends in Santana Lopez' house.
There was a brief awkwardness they both encountered a little towards the end of the first week, when Santana had inquired as to whether or not Brittany had sustained an injury to her chest as she'd seen a cloth bandage peaking out from a very hastily and improperly buttoned up blue uniform shirt. Brittany had been in a hurry that morning and had somehow managed to misalign the buttons on her shirt which resulted in her leaving a little larger of a gap at the top, and in her haste to remove her messenger bag when arriving at Santana's, she had exposed part of her binding through that gap.
She'd tried to brush off the entire situation, the bindings wrapped around her hips suddenly becoming much more present in her thoughts as she hoped Santana wouldn't notice the extra appendage Brittany cared to pack below her waist. It was silly really, she probably should have just stuffed a sock in her pants or something, but something told Brittany that her disguise needed to be authentic, so she'd made sure the appendage strapped to the harness around her hips was secured with bindings from it's normal stiff position as to not raise suspicions.
In the end, Brittany had admitted to Santana that she bound her chest to further disguise herself from the leering, sexist men she worked with. Not to say all postmen were remotely like that, it just so happened that the three she'd run into most often were of a particularly disgraceful brand.
When she'd told Santana of the bindings, the woman had simply smiled and said she understood where Brittany was coming from. Despite the modern era, sometimes it was just easier to hide who you really were in an effort to preserve more of yourself. Brittany had been very grateful, and the day had continued on as usual.
Every day is wonderful, and Brittany cherishes it all.
It's not until the second week that Brittany has sat at Santana's table, sipping her specially mixed and perfectly warmed cinnamon hot chocolate, that she begins to notice a subtle shift in the way Santana speaks with her.
The smaller woman's words have always been kind and sincere, but as of late Brittany finds that they are layered with a sort of mystery that she's not been privy to hearing much in the past.
For example, when Santana casually inquires, "Brittany, do you have a boyfriend?" Brittany's entire concentration gets radically thrown off. It's not due to the words that are asked, rather the way in which Santana asks them, because Brittany's no expert but she swears she hears a hint of disdain in the brunette's voice. Almost as though Santana hopes Brittany's answer will be 'No'.
Which, coincidentally, "Uhh no…I don't really ummm…why do you ask?" Brittany manages to stutter out, rubbing her hand against the back of her neck. At first, Santana doesn't reply to her and when her curiosity gets the best of Brittany and blue eyes flicker up to brown, she sees the widest smile in the world pulled across Santana's face.
The smaller woman shrugs, "I was just wondering if anyone was missing you." She says nonchalantly before her eyes dip back down to read the words spread across the pages of her book.
Brittany's head cocks in wonder, because the smile doesn't leave Santana's face. And Brittany would know, she's been watching her for a few minutes now. Suddenly, Brittany wants to continue the conversation, or any conversation with Santana, desperate to know what the woman's vague question was all about.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The question tumbles from Brittany's lips before she even has a conscious grasp on the words.
Santana's eyes seem to arch slightly more than normal at the question, the corner of her lip quirks with an un-relinquished smile as she shakes her head, "Nope." Her one worded reply ends with the 'p' popping in emphasis. Brittany nods, her heart relaxing briefly at the knowledge that even if her chances are still slim, at least she doesn't have to fight anyone else for Santana.
Silence falls back over the table, but Brittany remains watching Santana. She watches the way the woman pushes a lock of stray hair delicately behind her ear, how her slightly plumper bottom lip is pulled just barely between her teeth, how the pulse at the side of her mesmerizing tan neck beats in a steady rhythm.
Santana really is the most beautiful person Brittany's ever seen. Brittany's throat bobs at that thought, words caught on the tip of her tongue.
"Do you ever think about getting rid of your books?" Brittany finds herself blurting out, in an effort to prevent saying anything else to Santana, and when Santana's eyes meet hers this time, it's her head that tilts in wonder.
"Why would I do that?"
Pale cheeks flush a delicate pink, and Brittany coughs in slight embarrassment. She hadn't actually thought out the question before she asked it, she just simply wanted to ask something, but now the question does seem quite absurd, especially considering how much of a book enthusiast Santana Lopez is.
"Oh well, I guess I'd never want to get rid of anything I liked a lot either. I just…what about when you meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, and they don't like books or something?"
This brings a very cheeky smile to Santana's lips, "Well," she starts to say, setting her book down and crossing one leg over the other making Brittany swallow a lump in her throat as she watches tan calves flex out from under the workout Capri pants Santana's wearing, "I don't think I could justify being with someone who didn't like books. I mean it's kind of my thing."
Brittany nods, yep she definitely knew that, but her palms are getting sweaty as she gets closer and closer to asking the question she really wants to know the answer to.
"What about your family?"
Santana lets out what sounds like a discontent sigh at this question, and Brittany panics thinking she may have asked the wrong thing, but then Santana has this far away look in her eyes, and she opens her mouth to speak before Brittany can revoke her question.
"My family?" She laughs bitterly at the word, "I haven't really seen much of them since they kicked me out in high school when I decided I was attracted to girls instead of guys. I did well for myself in college, graduated two years ago, and now I'm here."
Blue eyes go wide at Santana's revelation. Sure Brittany had hoped, wished, dreamed that there would be a small possibility of Santana being interested in woman, or you know Brittany, but she never ever thought that it full be a full fledged truth.
Brittany toes at the hardwood floor, and lets the air out of her lungs slowly before her eyes flicker back in Santana's direction, "I'm sorry about your family." She says as sincerely as possible, she's never been good with the whole sympathetic thing. Santana nods her head and smiles again.
"S'okay." She says before she picks up her book and flips back to the last page she was on.
A beat goes by and Brittany's been staring at Santana's face the whole time, she knows it's bordering creepy, but like always, she can't seem to draw her eyes away.
"I like books." She whispers out.
Without even lifting her chin, Santana's eyes gaze Brittany's way, twinkling, "I know."
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It's been almost three weeks. Brittany's done everything in her power to stretch out her time with Santana, but she's about to get to the last few pages of the final book, and she's not sure what else she can do.
She'd like to think that she and Santana have come a long way, and possibly even consider each other good friends. They've only known each other for about three months but still, Brittany feels as though she's known Santana forever. She's shared so much with the woman, more than she's ever shared with anyone, and in turn, Santana has told her many things about herself as well.
Brittany doesn't want it to end. She doesn't know what she'll do if it does.
To top it all off today, of all days, Santana greets Brittany at her front door in a jaw dropping, skin tight red stripped mini dress that literally has Brittany drooling. Santana of course paired the outfit with a very fitting cropped faux fur jacket, which did nothing to divert Brittany's attention from the ample tan cleavage being pushed up to the max in the skin hugging dress.
Shortly after they sit down, Santana removes her jacket and makes Brittany's stomach flip in desire even more desperately. She'd been slowly winding down from that first glimpse at the front door but now Brittany can see one of Santana's toned smooth tan claves, twirling back and forth as it's crossed over her other leg, in her peripherals.
"Hey Britt?" Santana's voice filters gently into her thoughts, interrupting them as sweetly as she always does. Brittany glances up at the woman, thankful to have been provided the temporary reprieve from her worried and heightened trepidations of yet to be happen occurrences, and rigid on edge tension as a response to Santana's undeniable sexiness.
Wait…did Santana just call her Britt?
Brittany's face cracks into a wide smile as her brain flips through her mental banks and determines that yes, yes indeed, Santana Lopez just referred to her by a nickname.
"Yeah?" She asks shyly, her emotions a mess as they carry on Santana's words.
"You know when you finish that book, I've got others…I mean," Santana starts to say, and Brittany's surprised to hear what sounds like nervousness lacing the other woman's tone, she glances up to see Santana's brown eyes downcast at the table, her lips parting and closing as if she wants to say something but doesn't quite know how. A boldness surges through Brittany and she finds her palm gliding across the table until her fingers are tracing calmly over the back of Santana's stationary hand.
Brittany gives Santana an encouraging smile when their eyes meet again and her heart thumps out of rhythm when she feels Santana's hand twist around until their palms glide together and their fingers tangle.
"You can stay here and read more…or just stay here and be…with me," Santana starts to whisper, and Brittany's blue eyes lock with her own, amazed and somewhat skeptical that she's actually hearing these words come out of Santana's mouth. Santana clears her throat, "I would really like that…if you did too."
The words are swirling through Brittany's mind like a whirlwind.
Stay. With me. Like.
Santana's saying all the words that Brittany's been imagining her saying, for the past several weeks, and all of a sudden they're making a big mess of things in her brain. She's never been that good at reading people, she's even worse at processing things. Brittany's never been nervous about the fact that she's attracted to women, but she's never formally approached the topic, and she's certainly never been approached by a woman in regards to the topic.
But she's never wanted to be with anyone the way she wants to be with Santana, and that option seems to be suddenly and quite delightfully being offered by the woman of Brittany's dreams.
At least, she's pretty sure that's what the woman is suggesting.
"…But I suppose I understand. I'm so sorry for being so presumptuous, our friendship is so wonderful to me and I just…I'm sorry."
Brittany's eyes squint in confusion as she feels Santana slide her hand out from her own and watches her stand from her seat, avoiding all eye contact as she turns and walks towards the kitchen. What just happened? Brittany could have sworn that Santana and she were beginning to bond on a deeper level and then now all of a sudden the smaller woman is pulling back and walking away?
That escalated quickly. But shit, Brittany thinks, she just spent the last minute zoned out from Santana as she imagined what their future would be like together, and probably missed everything important Santana was saying.
What had the other woman said?
Brittany stands quickly from her seat and follows Santana into the kitchen watching as the smaller woman runs water from her sink faucet and places dishes in the basin.
"Santana…" Brittany's voices startles her briefly, but Santana keeps her back towards her, going about washing the dishes in the sink in attempt to distract herself. Santana is at a loss for what she's going to do next, she doesn't want to be rude and ask Brittany to leave because, truth be told, she doesn't want the blonde haired woman to go anywhere.
But she's already so nervous she's screwed everything up.
Gentle hands placed on her hips draw Santana's mind back from her inner musings, and she feels Brittany's presence behind her. The soft, cascading tone of Brittany's voice permeates into Santana's right ear.
"Please don't apologize for that, because you've done nothing wrong. In fact I should be the one to apologize," Brittany's voice is quiet but not weak, almost as though the words she's speaking are irrevocably consequential and should thus not be taken lightly, but delicate enough to handle with care. Santana sucks in a shaky breath as she feels Brittany take a step closer to her, the heat radiating off of her body creating warmth that surrounds Santana.
Brittany's right hand slides around the curve of Santana's waist and comes to rest on the arc of her hipbone, her left hand comes up to brush Santana's long raven locks off to the opposite side of her shoulder, exposing her the entire right side of her face and neck.
Warm breath tickles across her flesh as prim pink lips graze across the shell of Santana's ear, "But I can't find myself being sorry, Santana," Brittany's voice is a smooth whisper, she seems to take a moment to breathe Santana in, "Because I'm falling for you and I don't think that's wrong."
Santana doesn't even remember when her eyes had fallen closed, but the second that Brittany's murmur travels into her mind they snap open with intent, but somehow she's frozen in place and doesn't know how to reply.
Her heart thumps out an unsteady rhythm as her mind scrambles for the right words.
Brittany's heartbeat is so palpable that Santana can hear the rapid thump as it beats fervently behind her.
Santana closes her eyes again and concentrates on what she really wants, her lips part to supply an answer, hoping her faded dreams don't dissolve the hope of Brittany's own.
"Brittany…"
Okay so that was the second chapter based off the prompt. Things are starting to get good...right?
Naturally there are some situations surrounding Brittany's 'packing' that come into question, such as: Why would she wear a harness and strap-on underneath her clothes when that would normally be a really difficult thing to hide (because it's meant to be erect all the time)….well I don't really have an answer for that, so I made one up (and more will be explained in Part 3). Hope it's semi believable.
If you want the real down low, just remember Swinging Cloud's Officer Safety (which is trademarked/copyrighted by her FYI) notes from her Addicted story. She's got them safety words tied up and locked down.
If you made it this far, congratulations! because now you get the inside scoop: the next chapter fulfills the prompt and then I'll still continue the story. Also, if you're looking for more lovely Brittana I've got this other story called Faster about a streetracing badass Brittana if you care to check it out :)