I think I said something about build up before? Well I hope you like this chapter. Much thanks goes out to my pal J (ishiheard2day) for her wonderful suggestions! If you haven't already, check her stories out, you won't regret it!
Warning: NSFW sexy times
5: Take Her Hand, and Shake Her Up
Brittany looks over her list again.
Clean the apartment and make it presentable for Santana. Check. Put all dirty clothes in washer and dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Check. Make sure that there are no embarrassing baby photos out and about. Check. Set out nice smelling candles. Make sure they're lit and not in the way. Double check.
The list begins to get a tad more in depth and important.
Start to prepare dinner. Brittany looks over the ingredients for her planned baked chicken and vegetables dish for the evening. Looking good, she just has to throw it in the oven before she leaves to pick Santana up so that it'll be ready when she gets back. Check.
The final item on the list, and the most important one; dress appropriately for the occasion.
Brittany's eyes fall down to the outfit she's currently adorned in. Leggings and a loose dance top that hangs off her shoulder, it's a far cry from the sexy she was banking on displaying. Which is why she'd better go get changed because it's already, Brittany glances over her shoulder to the clock on the wall, six minutes after seven!
"Crap!" Brittany exclaims, stumbling her way out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom as she pulls at the hem of her top to remove it. Probably not the best of ideas in retrospect, considering the second Brittany starts to tug it off she trips over a pair of shoes she left on her bedroom floor and almost falls directly to the carpet.
A mumbled grunt, gasp, and exasperated breath later and Brittany is standing in front of her moderately sized walk in closet in her bra and panties trying to decide on what to wear for the evening.
"I knew I should have put this out earlier." She grumbles to herself as she starts rifling through her clothes, tossing them here and there until there's just a big pile of stuff on the floor and Brittany's hopes seem dashed. She slumps to the floor with a whimper of remorse.
This is it, the end of her valiant efforts to attain Santana's affections and succeed in making the woman her girlfriend.
Brittany's a lost cause when it comes to trying to beauty herself up. Sure, she's good with accessorizing and dressing in an everyday casual and exceptionally comfortable manner, but when it comes to classy wear meant to stun and seduce, she lacks any real knowledge or experience.
Unexpectedly, Brittany feels a vibration against her leg. She blinks for a few seconds, confused as to what the buzzing could be, before she remembers her phone is stashed in the pocket of her jeans that are lying about five garments underneath her. After digging through the pile of clothes and fishing through her pockets, Brittany retrieves her phone and sees she has a message from Kurt.
How's your lady getting going? And if you're in the middle of something, don't bother texting me back! – Kurt
A smile lights up Brittany's face in an instant because, of course! Kurt is one of the most fashionable people she knows! He'd be perfect for advice. Brittany quickly swipes her thumb across her screen and begins to dial her friend's number.
"Helllooo?" Kurt answers as he singsongs into the phone, not surprising Brittany in the least.
"Kurt! I need your help!"
"Why Brittany, my dear, how ever could I be of any help to you?" Brittany's not positive, but she's pretty sure she hears an edge of mockery in his tone. Not condescending, but just enough that Brittany supposes that Kurt was waiting for this moment all along.
"I invited Santana to dinner tonight, but I can't figure out what to wear. She's always so effortlessly stunning and I don't even think she realizes how incredibly beautiful and sexy she is, and I feel like I am a far cry from that. I need your help…I want Santana to know that I'm not just an everyday bumbling Postwoman."
There's a long beat of silence and Brittany has to check her phone screen to make sure she didn't drop Kurt's call on accident.
"I'll be there in five, but I hope you have something I can work with."
Brittany doesn't even get the chance to reply before she hears the signifying end call click on the other end. With a sigh, she sits on the edge of her bed and waits.
It's not even five minutes later that Brittany hears the chime of her doorbell ring out through the apartment. She jumps to her feet and heads towards her front door.
"Dear lord Brittany, I thought you'd at least be a little more decent!" Kurt exclaims when Brittany pulls open the door still clad in only her bra and panties. His hand flies directly to his eyes as he stumbles over the threshold and into the apartment blindly. Brittany raises an eyebrow and take a glance down at her own body. She shrugs.
Kurt just shakes his head and even though a faint blush has spread over his cheeks, he reaches out and grips Brittany by the arm, dragging her in the direction of her bedroom and avoiding glancing her way for any amount of time longer than absolutely necessary.
Another few minutes later and Kurt is standing in front of Brittany's closet, a pile of discarded and tossed everywhere clothes at his feet. He's tapping his chin as if it will help an idea manifest quicker. Brittany on the other hand, is very close to down right panic at this moment. She's got less than forty minutes until she has to pick up Santana, and she doesn't even have anything to wear. Not to mention the-
"Oh! I have to go put the chicken in the oven! I'll be right back!" She informs her friend, who barely gives a wave of his hand in acknowledgement before Brittany rushes back to her kitchen and sets the oven settings before setting the bird on the racks. With her hands perched on her hips, Brittany gives a satisfied nod to the oven.
"Brittany S. Pierce! I think I've got something, get your skinny butt back in here so I can make a proper decision!"
Even though Brittany's pretty sure it should ultimately be her making the decision, she traipses back into the room and takes a look at the outfits Kurt has 'set out'.
"No."
That singular word does not bode well for Kurt, "Brittany, these are your clothes. I'm just helping you find something out of them that will work for you."
Brittany shakes her head, "But Kurt, I can't wear any of these, I'll be so worried about trying to remain sexy that I'll mess something up." She whines, her hands running over the fabric of her skirts, dresses, and exceptionally low cut shirts. Kurt chuckles lightly at Brittany's delay.
"I may not have seen you in these before but Brittany I can tell just by looking at you that you are more than capable of rocking any of these outfits, and mesmerizing Santana with them in a heartbeat. Once you get the clothes on, just be yourself."
"That's the problem." Brittany deadpans.
"Okay, well pretend that you're not wearing something sexy and tantalizing. Pretend that it's just an everyday with Santana and no one's working to impress anyone. You've already kind of sealed the deal haven't you?" Kurt inquires, though he vaguely knows the answer already.
Brittany nods, "Well yeah, when clothes start coming off, confidence isn't a problem because I like my body and I like Santana's body and I like what we-"
"Oh dear, that's enough of a visual," Kurt interrupts Brittany before she goes explicit, "Just pretend that you're less than clothed then. Shouldn't that work?"
"You don't understand, Santana makes my knees weak when she looks at me."
Kurt blinks a few times, dismayed, "I really do not see the problem here Brittany."
"When I'm myself, in clothes, I'm a mess!" She cries, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. Even now, and just thinking about Santana, she's flustered beyond belief. And the thought of putting on enticing clothes to try and get Santana all hot and bothered when Brittany herself is sure to be a blubbering mess? That seems almost impossible.
But her ever-fashionable friend stands his ground, crossing his arm over his chest to hand Brittany one final outfit, "Here, wear this then. It has a cute and playful Brittany elegance but still portrays you as mysteriously sexy. Oh and the shoes will look fab-u-lous!"
Brittany eyes the outfit in question skeptically but decides she doesn't have much of a choice, seeing as how her time has mostly run out. With a deep breath, blown out the side of her mouth in exasperation, Brittany takes the clothes and gets to changing.
"Oh and we'll have to do something with your hair."
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Santana is smoothing down the material of her cobalt blue skirt and taking a few calming breaths when her doorbell suddenly chimes. She glances towards her clock and smiles upon seeing that it's eight o'clock exactly. With one more deep breath to calm her nerves, Santana walks towards the door.
Her black-heeled boots clack against the hardwood floor in the entryway until she stops to pull back the front door. Suddenly, Santana can't concentrate on anything else except the site in front of her.
Brittany, dressed in a lace sheer top with what appears to be white butterfly patterns and a low neckline, classy looking jean shorts that give way to incredibly long milky white legs, and brown knee high socks tucked into short brown heeled suede boots. Her cheeks are rosy with a nice blush, complimenting the rest of her light makeup and her hair is swept up into an easy ponytail, shorter strands of her blonde hair falling around to frame her face.
Santana is still gapping in awe when Brittany enhances the entire moment by extending a bundle of red, white and a single yellow carnation towards her.
"Wow," Escapes Brittany's lips before Santana can even comment on the flowers or the beauty that she's witnessing, "You look beautiful…amazing." Brittany declares, her eyes a vibrant blue as they trail down the length of Santana's body, and over the skirt that very nearly matches their color.
Santana has paired her short blue mini skirt with a black and white striped, curve-hugging shirt that has a plunging neckline, is sleeveless, and zips up the front. Her feet are adorned in mid calf black-heeled boots, her hair is down and wavy, falling over her shoulders and surrounding her beautiful face.
"You too Britt," Santana finally speaks up, her eyes lighting up when they connect with blue, "You look incredibly sexy."
The blush on Brittany's cheeks grows noticeably darker and she ducks her head a little, her hand that holds the flowers jutting out further for Santana to take.
As the smaller woman gratefully clasps the flowers in her own hand she hears Brittany mumble, "I wasn't sure exactly what kind you liked but I know you said you liked red, and these were pretty. Not as pretty as you though, but…I hope you like them." Santana giggles softly at Brittany's rambling, and takes a step forward to place a kiss on a pink cheek.
"I love them, they're beautiful." She says and then when she notices that Brittany still hasn't lifted her head she decides to tease the woman just a little, "But you do know that the yellow carnation typically means 'disdain, rejection, or disappointment' right?"
On that note, Brittany's head whips up so fast she's likely to have kink in her neck, "What! I didn't know that...I just got them b-because they're really pretty. That's not at all what I meant by them!" She rushes out in one big breath, her eyes wide in panic that she's gone along and done something terribly wrong. Santana merely gives Brittany an enamored smile and leans in to press her full lips directly against trembling pink ones.
"I know you didn't mean that," She murmurs against Brittany's lips when she pulls back, "Red and white have really good meanings." She adds with a wink, "And besides, now we have our own special meaning for yellow."
Brittany's lips stretch into a smile against Santana's before she leans in and kisses the woman again, her fears dissipating with the sweet, tender contact.
"I like that."
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"And this is my apartment." Brittany says as she sweeps her left hand forward to gesture to the space before her as her right hand holds firm onto Santana's, the smaller woman following her through the front door. Santana eyes the area laid out before her.
It's a modest size apartment with a kitchen and dividing counter, and a nice size entertainment space adorned with a matching sofa and love seat and a TV perched on a small stand. There's a hallway that Santana can't see down from the doorway and a small dinette area off from the kitchen with a small table and two chairs.
"It's very," Santana starts to say, intending on acknowledging how very Brittany like the space is when suddenly a flash of grey slinks from out of the kitchen and disappears down the hall.
"What was that!" Is what Santana ends up saying after witnessing the sight, her brown eyes wide as she turns them towards Brittany.
The taller woman merely flashes a large grin, her white teeth shining through, "That's Lord Tubbington!" She exclaims as if Santana should already be aware of such a thing, and also be as excited as she is.
"Who?"
"He's my cat." Brittany explains her smile still beaming.
"Brittany, that wasn't a cat, that was an extremely realistic pillow pet that got up and crawled away." At Santana's words, Brittany's smile falters a little bit into a look of confusion.
"A walking pillow pet?" She murmurs as she scratches her head lightly. Brittany doesn't have much time to dwell on it however because she is quite quickly pulled into a very enthusiastic lip lock. Her mind blanks at the feeling of Santana's full lips sliding against her own, and tan nimble fingers delving into her hair to tug her closer.
Brittany's hands automatically fall to Santana's waist and curl a little around to the backside of her ass, earning a deep moan from the shorter woman that Brittany swallows with the kiss as she surges into Santana even more. Another moan is pulled from the back of Santana's throat when Brittany's tongue slides past her lips and caresses the length of her own. Brittany smiles against those plump lips she can't get enough of.
Then quite suddenly, the whole atmosphere is interrupted when Santana takes a deep breath through her nose and smells something that she's positive isn't a good thing. With reluctance she pulls her lips away from Brittany's, earning a whimpered groan from the taller woman who naps her lips after Santana in an effort recapture them. Only when she realizes that's not about to happen, Brittany open her eyes.
Blue eyes blink a little of the haze out of them to find Santana, leaned back just barely from her with an inquisitive look on her face and her eyes focused just off to the right. Her nose is crinkled up and her mouth is hanging open just barely.
"San?" Brittany inquires, her forehead creasing in worry and confusion. Brown eyes find hers again and Santana blinks once.
"Brittany, do you smell that?"
Brittany's own nose scrunches up a bit as she takes a cautious whiff of the air. The second the scent registers in her mind her eyes go wide and she almost drops Santana from her hold in a race to rectify the situation. Instead she draws Santana close until she is standing steady and on her own before looking at her apologetically.
"Be right back." Are the only words Brittany offers, but punctuates the statement with a quick peck to Santana's lips before scrambling her way through the living room, and awkwardly around her own furniture to find herself in the kitchen where she slips slightly on the linoleum before she rips the oven door open and releases a cloud of smoke.
"Ahh, fluff nuggets!"
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"I'm really really really sorry I ruined dinner."
Ten minutes later finds Brittany sitting on her sofa, holding onto Santana's hands, with the biggest puppy dog look on her face as she apologizes for easily the hundredth time that night for charcoaling the chicken she was cooking. You see…Brittany kind of forgot that she had left it in the oven.
No one ever said she was good at cooking.
But again Santana merely smiles and cups Brittany's cheek, leaning in to place a delicate kiss to her pouty pink lips, "Aww Brittany, please don't apologize for that. I told you it's okay. It's the thought that counts, besides I take full responsibility for distracting you."
Those words altogether make Brittany feel a lot better. Just knowing that Santana can take the whole situation and make it not awkward and not a complete mockery, but instead comfort Brittany and even slightly imply it may have been her own fault.
God how did Brittany get so lucky to find someone like Santana?
Finally a laugh bubbles from Brittany's throat as she flashes Santana a grin, "You definitely don't have to apologize for that." She says, her grin turning bashful when Santana's own eyes light up at the compliment, her heart suddenly beginning to thud rapidly against her ribcage as she realizes that magnitude of the situation she's in, and why she originally invited Santana to dinner in the first place.
All that just to ruin it? What ever is Brittany to do now?
"You know, I'm okay with takeout." Santana says as she scoots a few inches closer still to Brittany, draping her legs over the taller woman's lap as she runs her fingers through Brittany's long hair and flutters her eyelashes adoringly. Brittany's positive that for a moment there she can't breathe.
She's okay; really, she's been here before she can do this. No problem.
With a nod, Brittany places her hand on Santana's thigh to pull her closer as her nose softly nuzzles against the skin of a warm tan cheek, "I can order takeout for us. What would you like?"
Twenty minutes later, after having been interrupted during a smoldering make out session by the Italian food delivery guy, Brittany and Santana sit at the quaint little dinner table, and enjoy their meal. Shy glances and soft touches are exchanged throughout the meal until Brittany suddenly pops up from her seat so quickly that her chair tips over and crashes to the ground.
"Oh!" She exclaims, her face lighting up as if she's just remembered something (she has), and her eyes turn to Santana in excitement, "I have something for you!" She says and spins around to walk back into her kitchen before Santana can formulate any sort of reply. A few seconds later and Brittany is striding back towards the table with what appears to be a bottle of wine in one hand and two wine glasses clumsily held in the other.
Beaming, Brittany sets the glasses down as her blue eyes glint towards Santana, "I hope that you like wine." She says holding out the bottle in question. Santana reads the label.
"Little Penguin Shiraz?"
Brittany nods, "I don't know much about wine but I saw this and it reminded me of you and then the lady at the store said it was sweet and it just made it even more perfect." Brittany gushes, her face turning crimson as she finishes her statement.
She hadn't meant to divulge that she bought the wine not because she knows anything about the stuff, but more or less because it had an adorable penguin on it, the bottle was red (her favorite color on Santana) and the lady stalking the shelves claimed it was 'definitely a sweet wine that would go well with anything'.
"You're kind of perfect Brittany Pierce," Santana's sweet voice cuts into Brittany's inner ramblings as she leans in and places a kiss on Brittany's lips before saying, "Let's open it and see."
Relief floods through Brittany's body and she's left contemplating how lucky she is again, and wondering how many more times that feeling is going to present itself tonight.
She smiles back at Santana and turns back around to grab her corkscrew from her kitchen. She's never been much of a wine drinker, but Brett always thought it'd be a good idea for her to have the essentials needed for drinking wine. Thus why he gifted her the wine glasses and opener a year ago with a note that said, "Chicks dig wine" with it.
Brittany may have purposefully ignored the note, but the rest of the gesture was at least moderately nice.
When she comes back out to the table with the opener, Brittany finds Santana sitting perched in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting on her bent knee, posture straight, an admiring twinkle in her eyes. Like a flash of lightening, Brittany is once again struck with that shy nervous feeling. She swallows her nervousness and tries to quell the shaking in her hand as she reaches out for the bottle and goes about popping the cork.
She probably should have left that to the professionals, or at least someone with far more skills than her.
Thankfully the corkscrew didn't fly out of the bottle like she's seem them do on champagne bottles, but it did however go the opposite direction, and Brittany found herself somehow pushing the cork into the bottle as opposed to pulling it out.
She frowns, "I'm really bad at this whole date thing." Brittany says with a pout as she tiredly places the bottle of wine on the table and drops her head.
Only a few seconds go by before Brittany feels warm palms glide up her bare thighs, and her breath hitches in her throat as she feels those legs being parted as Santana can steps between them, bending at her waist and leaning in until their faces are only an inch away. Full kissable lips hovering within reaching distance, long dark eyelashes fluttering against tan cheeks as Santana blinks them over her slightly darkened eyes and her gaze meets Brittany's.
"I think this is the best date I've ever been on, and you know what?"
Brittany shakes her head indicating that she does not before a sultry smiles tugs at the corners of Santana's lips and she leans forward to brush them across the shell of Brittany's ear.
"I think it's about to get that much better, and the only thing you have to do right now is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." Santana whispers before Brittany's chair is shoved backwards with a scrape and the smaller woman in front of her is stepping back a little to put her full body on display to eager blue eyes. Brittany finds herself, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, swallowing any semblance of saliva left in her mouth to wet her parched throat.
Not that it will do any good with the sight that's unfolding before her eyes.
Santana tilts just slightly at her hips to curve her torso around to the zipper at the side of her skirt. Once she has is clasped between her fingers, her dark eyes turn back towards Brittany as she slowly starts lowering the zipper, the teeth popping one by one in a sound that makes Brittany's heart race.
It doesn't matter how many times Brittany has seen a fully naked Santana in their time spent together (this only marking their fifth time), she still gets weak in the knees the second that smooth bronzed skin is revealed, even if she's sitting down.
A noise that could probably be described as a whimpered groan of appreciation, only in the form of a squeak, escapes Brittany's lips when Santana begins to push the skirt down her hips only to turn around and bend over, giving Brittany the perfect view of her ass as the garment slides down Santana's legs and pools in a pile on the floor.
Santana flashes a playful wink over her shoulder before Brittany watches in awe as tan calf muscles flex and strain when Santana steps out of the skirt and shimmies her ass a little before turning back around to face Brittany. Black-heeled books remain on her feet.
Brittany's eyes immediately appreciate every inch of exposed skin from just below Santana's knees all the way up her sinful and delightfully toned thighs, to the scrap of dark blue classy lace covering her center as it hugs her skin just below her now on display hipbones. She's pretty sure her mouth is hanging open but Brittany's also positive she wouldn't be able to close it even if she tried at this point.
She watches as Santana's nimble fingers grip at the zipper of her stripped tank, a coy smirk stretching across her mouth again as her eyes keep contact with Brittany and blue eyes remain focused on the area Santana's about to expose. It's deliberately slow, once again, but so entirely worth the wait and Brittany is practically panting in her spot when Santana pulls apart the top and uncovers the second and third of Brittany's favorite assets on Santana's body.
Brittany almost chokes on her tongue as it threatens to hang out of her mouth when she discovers that Santana isn't wearing any sort of bra, but her nipples appear to be covered by two large strawberry pasties.
"Oh my god…" Brittany wheezes out through a shuttered breath and Santana pulls the top off fully before she steps back towards the chair, reaching out towards Brittany slowly. Brittany's so focused on the sight before her that when Santana's hands tenderly touch her own, she jumps a little in shock. But the second Santana lifts Brittany's hands and places them on slim hips Brittany's confidence shoots fire through her veins and calms her nerves.
An instant later and she's the one tugging Santana closer until her lips come in contact with a tan stomach and the abs that twitch under the soft pressure of her touch. She hears a sigh escape Santana's mouth as Brittany works her way across the flat firm surface before her.
Pale fingers automatically hook into the sides of Santana's panties, "These are nice," Brittany mumbles into Santana's skin as she begins to slide the panties effortlessly down Santana's legs, "Are they new?"
When gravity takes over and the panties drop to the floor, Santana steps out of them with a nod, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, "They are new. You delivered them to me today." She tells the other woman as Brittany's hands run slowly back up the inside of her thighs, until they reach the curve of a firm ass.
Brittany groans at Santana's words, just as her hands round the curve of Santana's ass and tan hands find purchase in blonde hair, fingers gripping tightly when Brittany's fingers squeeze enticingly at Santana's backside and her teeth nip at the skin slipping between her lips.
"I'm really glad I did." Brittany whispers before her lips continue a blazing trail across succulent skin.
"Ohh…hmmm." Santana hums, her head lulling back as Brittany's hands put more pressure on her ass and press her further into Brittany's mouth.
A pale nose slowly drags up the valley of Santana's breasts as Brittany breathes in the scent of Santana's skin. Something sweet, like green apple with a trace of vanilla and the distinctive hint of strawberry. Though, Brittany suspects that scent is coming from something else entirely and her lips eagerly move in search of it before the skin beneath her mouth is suddenly being pulled away from her.
Brittany whimpers her disapproval once more and her eyes blink in a disoriented haze as she focuses on the retreating figure of a still very naked Santana. Thankfully, the smaller woman only takes a single step back, allowing Brittany's hands to remain firmly gripping Santana's backside.
Santana's hands fall to pale forearms and stroke softly up and down. Her breathing is much more ragged than when they began, and her eyes are so dark that Brittany has to swallow back her racing heart from lodging in her throat at the seduction lacing the depths of them. A smile forms on full lips before Santana bends at her hips and presses them into Brittany's.
The kiss is chaste but powerful, and it leaves both of them a little dizzy, but Santana is the first to pull back, murmuring "Tonight's about you" against Brittany's lips.
Suddenly, Brittany can hear the blood rushing between her ears, feel her heart thumping against her chest, taste the faint flavor of apple, and see Santana looking at her like she's right where she needs to be to complete her life. But then Santana is pulling back from Brittany's grasp even more, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor as she walks around to stand behind Brittany.
A moment later, warm breath breezes across Brittany's ear as she hears Santana husk, "I'm going to take off your clothes now." And all Brittany can do is silently nod as her hair is brushed away from her neck and wet lips are applying soft caresses against the newly displayed pale skin. She feels Santana's hands reach around and grip the hem of her top. A moan tumbles from Brittany's lips as fingertips brush across the skin of her stomach.
"San…tana…ugh."
The garment is quickly pulled up Brittany's torso and her arms are lifted with it. Then Brittany finds her arms being maneuvered behind the chair, her hands still tangled and stuck in the top's material, and Santana is twisting the material around until Brittany is surely trapped. Her hands are quite literally tied behind her back with her own shirt, and Brittany has no way of releasing them, because the harder she tugs the more stuck she seems to become.
Seconds go by an Brittany doesn't see, hear or feel Santana, until the smaller woman appears before her once again, still tantalizingly naked. A coy smirk is poised across her lips, a mischievous sparkle still reflected in brown eyes. The natural calmness and utter sexy confidence portrayed by Santana spikes Brittany's own excitement about everything likely to occur.
She swallows thickly as she watches Santana kneel on the floor in front of her.
A groan slips from her lips as Santana's hands find her knees and shifts Brittany's legs further apart and then Santana's fingers walk their way up pale legs until they grasp the button on Brittany's jean shorts. There's very little time wasted as Santana removes the shorts and Brittany's red and white cheekster panties all in one swift motion, causing the taller woman to jerk in her seat and find herself yet again unable to reach out and touch that silky hair that tickles against her legs, or frame those tan cheeks in her palms.
Santana's nails scratch back up Brittany's legs once the garments are removed, her eyes fluttering as they take in the sight of Brittany's bare center now on display, glistening with arousal. After leaning in and placing a path of kisses from one hipbone to the other, Santana tilts back slightly and pulls her lip between her teeth, her eyes glancing up innocently at hooded blue and flushed pink cheeks. Her fingertips glide up Brittany's sides until Santana removes a white bra and watches as Brittany's breasts bounce lightly before her eyes.
She leans in and places a kiss to the swell of Brittany's left breast, relishing the sound that tumbles from pink lips at the touch, as Santana's left hand trials slowly from Brittany's right knee up to the apex of her thigh, her fingers tickling ever towards the place they're desperately needed. Brittany shivers slightly, her head rolling back as Santana takes a nipple in her mouth and tugs while her fingers drop between Brittany's legs and drag slowly through her wetness.
Brittany's hips buck forward in search of the loss contact as Santana pulls away, but her mind floods with a haze as she watches tan fingers slip between plump lips and Santana's tongue run over the length of pale digits while she hums in content.
"Mmm, so good." Santana husks, her eyes locked directly onto blue that are struggling to stay open as pleasure courses through Brittany's veins.
For a second, Brittany's thoughts consist of how she really needs to ask Santana to be her girlfriend, but she doesn't know how to do that now without sounding inconsiderate and running the risk of stopping Santana's actions.
But then Santana's head dips between Brittany's legs and she feels Santana's tongue tease through her folds and quickly can't think of anything else. Santana hums as she savors the wetness she finds swirling the point of her tongue around Brittany's clit. Her palm flattens and presses against Brittany's stomach keeping her from thrashing around before her skilled tongue strokes through Brittany's sex and parts wet heat again.
A choked gasp springs from Brittany's lips as all the tension in her body drops to her belly and pulls like a giant rubber band just waiting for that snap of relief. Her hands periodically struggle in their confines, and though futile, Brittany can't help but want to run her fingers through Santana's hair and push her face further into her aching core.
"Ungh…S'ntana…o-ooh t-there!" Brittany gasps as she feels the other woman's tongue go from teasing her clit to dipping to her entrance.
Santana slides her tongue inside of Brittany, moaning at the stronger taste she finds and the feeling of Brittany's slick walls pulsing around the muscle as she pushes it deeper. Her nose nudges against Brittany's bundle of nerves as Santana's tongue curls inside of the woman, pale thighs tremble at the side of Santana's head as she dips in further and then pulls back, slides in again and pulls out.
Her top lip flattens against Brittany's clit, applying a teasing amount of pleasure every time Santana thrusts her tongue into Brittany.
"Shit, San! Y-yes…just like t-that…hm." Brittany moans, her hips rising off the chair and rolling into Santana's mouth as she feels the woman's tongue touch every right spot on and inside of her.
Wet smacking noises echo as Santana's tongue slips out of Brittany's tight heat and darts back up to her clit, licking hard and fast before she wraps her lips around the bud and sucks it into her mouth, her tongue still flicking and swirling.
"Ugh…I'm g-gonna…Ugh! Oh…S-san!" Brittany's voice cracks at its peak as she gasps out Santana's name right at her release. Her body quakes and her orgasm ripples through her, shattering all forms of coherency as pleasure races through her in waves and her eyes slam shut so hard all she can see is the blackness speckled with white dots.
Santana moans into Brittany's sex as she welcomes the new surge of liquid that drips from the velvety warmth. Brittany is still panting and trembling with the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms of her life when Santana starts kissing up the length of her stomach and then Brittany feels a weight being deposited onto her lap.
She groans as Santana reclaims one of her nipples in her mouth and tugs at the erect point, releasing it with a pop before trickling her plump lips up the skin of Brittany's chest, across her collarbone, up the column of her neck until she gathers the lobe of her ear between her teeth and nibbles suggestively. This draws a shudder and another whimpered moan from Brittany.
And then Santana's voice is whispering is a sexy rasp into Brittany's ear, "I love watching you come," as she places a kiss to the shell before pulling back so that brown eyes are looking directly into blue, "And I love tasting you." Santana smiles before she leans in and presses their lips together.
A moan rumbles from one, or both, of their throats at the essence on Santana's lips and tongue and Brittany's tongue licks out and strokes into Santana's mouth, tasting her deeper before she pulls a swollen bottom lip between her teeth. And then suddenly Santana's hands are in her hair and Brittany's mouth is being directed to one of the strawberry pasties covered nipples on Santana's supple breast. Brittany moans at the sweet taste she finds as she wraps her lips around the covered nipple and pokes her tongue out to lick at the sweetness.
It's Santana's turn to shake and moan.
"Fuck…ugh Brittany…yes!"
Santana fingers grip harder at the hair in her hands and her hips roll in a natural wave. Brittany's hands once again attempt to surge forward only to find themselves still restrained. It forces a frustrated groan from her lips, but dissuades her not. Instead, Brittany works her lips over to Santana's other strawberry covered nipple and pulls on the peak, working it between her lips as the tip of her tongue slides back and forth against the hardened tip.
She pulls back for a second to take a breath, once again considering how lucky she is to be with such an amazing woman as Santana. Her mouth parts slightly and she's about to say something along the lines of "Will you be my girlfriend" when her thoughts falter as she watches Santana lift up in her lap and straddle her thigh. Brittany feels a soaked sticky wetness slide across her thigh as Santana settles her hot, throbbing center onto Brittany's leg and begins working her hips back and forth to acquire some friction and quell that ache in her own core.
"God Brittany…you make me feel…oh-ugh…so fucking g-good."
Santana's words are barely a whisper but Brittany hears them loud and clear at the same time she feels Santana's hips grind down onto her again. If only she could get her hand free and…with strength Brittany didn't know she possessed, she suddenly rips her right hand free from its confines and quickly grips at Santana's hip. Brown eyes blink open as a gasp escapes Santana's lips and their eyes lock as tan hips continue to rock. Brittany's thigh tenses every time she feels Santana's hard clit rub against her skin.
She can see it in Santana's features, her mouth parted slightly as her head throws back in ecstasy again just as Brittany uses her last amount of strength to pull Santana's body down in another hard grind, her own hips bucking up to meet the movement. She feels Santana's sex throb against the clenched muscles in her thigh as Santana continues to rock and grind towards her orgasm.
Brittany's just about to slide her hand between Santana's legs and speed things up when Santana's ruts suddenly become even more erratic and she starts to chant Brittany's name as her body begins to shudder in an effort for release.
"Ugh yes B-Brittany…Britt…Britt…YES ugh fuck!"
Santana's body tenses on her thigh just as Brittany shifts all of her weight upwards and the momentum causes her to lean back on two chair legs. Brittany watches Santana's face flush in pleasure as she reaches her climax and her body shakes, and then her eyes flash open in fear as she, Brittany and the chair start teetering, and then falling backwards.
In an effort to break their fall, Brittany reaches her right hand behind them, but hears something crack as it collides with the hardwood floor. She manages to brace their fall even while Santana's hot panting breath blankets the side of her neck, but an excruciating pain shoots up the length of Brittany's wrist the second they're safe and flat on the ground.
As they both barely recover from the shock of things, Brittany's eyes blink out the tears filling them up and gaze towards Santana who is looking at her in wonder and worry.
Brittany smiles softly and tilts up to kiss Santana's lips, "As hot as that was, San," She starts to say before squeezing her eyes shut to block out the pain that keeps spiking up her wrist in waves. She feels Santana cup her cheek and blue eyes blink open to see caring, adoring brown. Brittany swallows and frowns.
"I think I need to go to the emergency room."
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Damn, I hate when that happens. For the record, I don't enjoy hurting Brittany but good things will come from this. If you want, you can tell me just what you thought about that. And send me suggestions or predictions if you wish! Thanks y'all, and look out for Faster soon (hopefully).