Thank you all again for your awesomeness and your amazing reviews, follows, favorites, and just plain reads! I know you all were sad that last chapter started sweet and ended sad, so I figured this one I would do the opposite.
This one is essentially dedicated to my buddy Chuck, as a belated (sorry) birthday gift!
I hope you all enjoy!
Warning: NSFW stuff; roleplay, tribbing, Santana being sexy. So look out!
I'm Never Giving Up
The second that Brittany starts walking away from her, Santana's heart starts clenching in fear.
Even as she races after Brittany but fails to catch up with her, a millions thoughts are flicking through her mind. Santana knows what she wants and how she wants this to go.
Brittany running away is not supposed to be how everything goes. She's not supposed to leave thinking she's not good enough for Santana. She's not supposed to doubt whether or not Santana will always want to be with her. She's not supposed to be thinking that she's too much of a burden on Santana.
Because that's not how Santana feels at all.
Santana could not be happier with Brittany. She may not have a lot of stable or meaningful examples of good relationships in her past, but Santana knows a good thing when she sees it, and that good thing for her is Brittany. No matter what.
She doesn't care that Brittany is injured.
That's just a minor obstacle that they have to get around.
Don't even get her started on the fact that Brittany's shy and bumbling personality are incredibly endearing and completely make Santana trip head over heels every single time Brittany acts in such a manner. Brittany's bumbling is one of the first things that Santana found attractive about Brittany, and it only grew from there.
The physical attraction was evident from the start, and Brittany's animated blue eyes, which light up at the little things, still captivate Santana on a regular basis. Brittany's blonde hair, silky smooth and feather light, creates shivers to run through Santana's body when she tangles her fingers in it.
Brittany is always radiating warmth, as if the cheerful disposition she displays is powered by her own personal sun.
And Santana sees it clear as day.
It doesn't bother Santana that Brittany's been more on the getting pleased side and less on the pleasing, she enjoys making Brittany feel good and she knows that if Brittany were able, she'd do what she could. It certainly doesn't bother Santana to take care of Brittany and make her feel better.
That's what you do for your girlfriend after all. That's what you do for the person who's on your every waking thought.
What really bothers Santana is that Brittany clearly doesn't see theses things in herself. It makes Santana's heart ache with an unfamiliar pain at the thought of what Brittany's been through in her life, and who she's been surrounded by, to ever make such a wonderful person think so low of herself.
Santana isn't about to let Brittany continue to think like that. She didn't finally get the courage to ask Brittany to be her girlfriend, only to watch it slip away because she wasn't strong enough to chase after the woman and show her how much she really cares about her.
She's quick to pull on a pair of sweats she finds in her room and the first hoodie she grabs before she's out the door and rushing down the path to her car.
With a deep breath and a silent thought of re-encouragement, Santana starts up her car and glance over her shoulder before pulling out onto the road and heading towards Brittany's apartment.
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Brittany barely pulls her mail truck up along side the curb outside her apartment before she completely breaks down.
What in the name of double rainbows was she thinking when she left Santana's like that? Why do her insecurities always seem to get the best of her? She wipes her tears from her eyes with the back of her good hand, sniffling a little to keep the moisture from expelling from places like her nose; that would be gross.
Brittany feels like crap.
And not just a 'I'm being ridiculous, why did I do that' kind of crap but the figurative 'My life is falling to pieces' kind of crap. Maybe that's a little dramatic, but the way that Brittany's heart kind of feels like its no longer in her chest, beating away at the thought of Santana, gives her reign to act like that.
It's certainly not for lack of Brittany wanting her heart to beat for Santana. It feels more like it's just given up on the whole situation.
Given up on Brittany because she went and screwed things up.
Clambering from her truck in a mess of three good and one not so good limbs Brittany drags her feet up the path leading to her apartment building.
The silent trek up the stairwell, two floors, is filled with creaks and an abysmal hush, which quite fittingly parallels the way that Brittany's heart feels at the moment. Cold and shattered and slipping through the cracks of the warmth that once surrounded it.
And it's no one else's fault but Brittany's very own.
She makes it to her apartment and manages to slump onto her sofa before the tears burst free from her eyes again. She grabs a throw pillow from the seat next to her and clutches it to her chest, hoping, wishing, begging that the pain doesn't get any worse, but fearing that this is only just the beginning.
Did she break up with Santana? Not in so many words, but surely someone like Santana wouldn't even consider taking back a shy insecure mess such as her self.
Brittany's not even sure how she managed to survive a couple weeks dating the most amazing, beautiful woman in the world in the first place. Santana's just so caramel skinned sexiness and deep brown-eyed beauty. With her dimpled smile and her razor sharp tongue. That on more than one occasion, Brittany has witnessed.
One time when they'd gone to the pharmacy to fill Brittany's pain medicine prescription and they were trying to offer her a different drug that had the same effects but also included an ingredient that Brittany was allergic to. Santana went off on them calling into question their ethics and intelligence until Brittany successfully distracted her enough with a hug until they could leave the store.
Santana had apologized to Brittany for being irate but Brittany had simply kissed her thanks for being so protective and looking out for her.
Brittany lets out another sob at the memory, and the way Santana's eyes had flashed with something like pure joy when Brittany had told her that really meant a lot to her that she'd stood up for her, especially because no one else had ever done that before. Santana had cupped her cheeks and drawn their lips together, planting the most affectionate and heart stopping kiss on Brittany's lips before she'd murmured, "I'll always do that for you Britt."
She's too caught up in her tears and pain to hear the first knock on her apartment door, but the second one is a loud enough thudding that it pulls Brittany from her revere. She sniffles again, and grabs a few tissues to run under her eyes as she takes a look around the apartment. She can't imagine who would be coming over at the moment, but she doesn't want whoever it is to walk into a pigsty. Luckily, when Santana had been over the other day she'd helped clean up a lot of Brittany's things for her.
Santana.
Brittany frowns at that thought. She hasn't even known the woman that long and already so many things remind her of the Latina beauty. Another dull thud reverberates from the apartment door and makes Brittany jump a little. She takes a deep breath and clutches the pillow tightly to her chest before she walks over to the door. Brittany counts to three before she swings open the door, and her heart stops in her chest at the sight before her.
It's Santana, in Brittany's sweats and hoodie, her hair stacked in a messy bun on top of her head, her feet shoved into calf high fleece lined dark chestnut boots. But despite all of that, the only thing Brittany sees is Santana's soft smile and the glow of her beauty.
Even more, Brittany's heart swells a little at seeing Santana dressed so comfortably in her clothes; it kind of gives her a little hope.
"There are some very important things that I have to say, and I…I need you to hear me out. Is that okay Britt?"
Brittany doesn't answer, her heart beating too rapidly and her mind racing too fast for her to properly formulate any kind of response. Instead, she opens the door wider and allows Santana to walk through.
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After Brittany has closed the door behind Santana, she turns to find the other woman standing in the middle of her living room with her hands on her hips and a very determined look in her eyes. And yet, she also appears to be trying to decide just how she's going to word the next thing she says.
Brittany shuffles on the spot a little, unsure of how to act. Unsure of just what exactly Santana is planning to say to her, and a little scared of the whole thing in general.
Santana takes a deep breath, her eyes raise a little to watch the shorter woman lift a hand to her hair and mess with it a little before she opens her mouth to speak.
"Why do you think that you are not the person who is right for me?"
The words are not something that Brittany didn't expect to hear, considering they were the ones she last left Santana with, but that doesn't make them any easier to hear again, and it certainly doesn't provide Brittany with any less anxiety about everything. She swallows thickly and wets her lips to speak.
"Because you're wonderful and patient and so kind. You're beautiful and amazing and you make me feel so special," Brittany starts to say and she catches movement out of the corner of her eye that makes her glance up to see Santana taking a step towards her, mouth open and ready to respond.
"But," Brittany begins, signifying to Santana that she needs to say everything before Santana responds, "it's because of that feeling that always makes everything so terrifying. I've never been good in relationships and most people don't stick around very long to actually have anything to deal with. I guess I was trying to save my heart before that happened with you, because that would be the hardest hit ever."
She waits a few seconds but hears no response from Santana. Blue eyes lift and Brittany's heart flips in her chest as she examines the look on Santana's face, and the utter patience she continues to display. She's waiting for Brittany to signify that she's done speaking before she says her part. So Brittany nods to give her the opportunity, and something else flutters inside of her as Santana takes a step towards her, cautious but open and warm.
"I guess for me, when you tell me that you don't think you're not good enough to be with me, it really gets to me Brittany." Santana says softly stepping closer and closer as she does, "Because to me, I feel like that's something for me to make the decision about. It's something I have made a decision about, and I wouldn't have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didn't really want that. If I didn't think there was something worth having with you."
Brittany's eyes swell up with unshed tears at Santana's words, because they're everything that she could have hoped to hear, even if she's not entirely sure about them yet. Her eyes return to her cast as her fingers pick at something on it, and a small smile spreads across her lips as the tips of her fingers brush over the unicorns that Santana took the time to draw on the plaster for her.
"I know that with your injured wrist, things are more difficult," Santana starts to speak again and Brittany is surprised to find her only a few inches away, brown eyes searching and sincere, "but I want to help you. You're not forcing me too and if I didn't think I could handle it I wouldn't even try. That's what people in relationships do for each other. You know?"
The words Santana is speaking make it even more difficult for Brittany to not get that fluttery feeling. She manages a brief nod, to show she does hear what Santana's saying and shuffles her feet again as her eyes return to the floor. It's not very long after that she feels warm hands glide around her waist as tan arms lock at the small of her back.
"Can you give me the chance to show you that I'm not going any where?"
Santana asks the question as those same deep brown eyes of hers, that Brittany thinks she could easily fall into, capture her again, flitting from Brittany's blue eyes down to her pink lips.
She's caught up in the moment and her heart wants to believe everything that Santana is saying, so she gives a slight nod of consent. Immediately after, Brittany's breath catches in her throat as she watches a range of emotions flicker across Santana's face and her heartbeat picks up.
Santana's eyes flicker down to the beat that pulsates against Brittany's pale flesh before they return to her eyes and offer her a soft, genuine smile.
"Would it be alright if I kissed you right now?"
Overrun with even more emotions at Santana's never ceasing consideration and kindness, Brittany barely manages a nod, her body frozen in a perpetual state of almost bliss. Like she's standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall into the abyss of paradise. That paradise being the comfort, the ease, the affection that Santana surrounds her with.
Her eyes quiver and close when Santana's full lips press against her own, soft like the pedals of a flower, and delicate to the touch as them too. Santana is cautious and caring as her lips continue to slide against Brittany's, drawing more and more tension from the taller woman's body the longer the kiss. Brittany finds herself humming into the touch, smiling when she feels Santana nip her bottom lip playfully before she pulls back.
"Brittany," Santana begins, her hand coming up to cup Brittany's flushed cheek, her heart swelling at the tenderness she finds in blue eyes, "you mean so much to me, and I don't ever want you to doubt that. Everything about you, is amazing and I would never ask or want or wish for you to change, you wouldn't be you if you did."
Brittany nods shyly. She thinks she understands what Santana is trying to say. Full lips press to her own again as Santana's nose wisps softly across a freckled cheek and Brittany sighs in content, ultimately falling into the embrace that Santana offers her. The shorter woman's lips are like a hypnotizing, mesmerizing remedy to the heaviness of Brittany's heart.
For a moment she can forget the situation from early as long as Santana's lips are touching her.
"We'll probably end up figuring out a lot more things down the road." Santana says, and Brittany's head snaps up to make eye contact with resolute brown as Santana gazes at her unwavering, "There may be times in our relationship where we might hurt each other, physically and emotionally from time to time. It happens. The thing that matters is that we try to work it out, if we don't try then we never know."
Santana presses their foreheads together and releases a deep breath. The words she says next come out in a sweet whisper.
"So the only thing left to do is ask you if that's something you're willing to do. Are you willing to try with me? Because if we trust each other and can continue to show that, we can get through anything." Santana says, tilting up to press a kiss to Brittany's forehead, "I understand if you need to think about it, and so I will be waiting at my house until you know your answer. But please consider everything I've said, I want to do this with you Brittany, and I can prove it."
Brittany can only stare mesmerized by Santana as she flashes one more sure smile her way before squeezing Brittany's good hand and taking a step to her left to walk past her and to the door. Santana pauses at the door and turns to look over her shoulder at Brittany.
"You once told me to take a chance on you because there was no one else like you, and now all I'm asking is for you to do the same for me. You won't regret it Brittany." She says before she whisks silently out the door.
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As soon as Santana has exited her apartment, Brittany feels a hollow spot make itself present within her heart.
People may tell her that she's not the smartest tool in the shed, but she knows better than that. She's not an idiot. Now that she knows Santana is actually really in this and wanting to prove it, Brittany's not about to let her think that she's not willing to try just as hard as Santana to keep them together.
But first, she's got to change into something a little more appealing than her Postmaster uniform. She trips and stumbles to her room, stepping once on Lord Tubbington's tail, and manages to make it to her closet without completely hurting herself again.
With a deep breath, she begins to pick through her clothes to find the perfect outfit.
Thirty minutes later, Brittany pulls back up to the street outside of Santana's house. She would have been there sooner if she hadn't ran into a little snag while trying to fasten her black and white striped suspenders to her waist high white pants. In the end, she decided it would be easier, and less painful, for her to leave the suspenders clipped into her pants but hanging loose at the sides.
As she puts the truck in park, Brittany checks her outfit again, ensuring that her suspenders are hanging nicely from her pants, and her sleeveless off yellow top is still tide at the corner to give the shape of her toned waist, while remaining untacky.
She doesn't want to come off as desperate, that's not the point here. Brittany realizes how much Santana is doing for her, and she wants to show her she appreciates it all. Brittany runs a hand through her blonde locks as they spill down over her shoulders and frame her face.
Only when Brittany gets to Santana's front door does she realize how bad her body is shaking in nervousness. It feels like those first days of coming to Santana's house and interacting with the beautiful but intimidating woman who always has a package to be delivered. She steadies her hand as she lifts it to knock on the door, and jumps a little in surprise when the door clicks open a little under the pressure of her knock.
For a moment Brittany's a little frightened at the ease with which the door creeps open. She glances around the area to see if anyone or anything suspicious is happening and finds that besides an older woman walking her Pug down the road, nothing seems to be out of place. She takes a breath for courage and pushes into the house.
When she's through the door, she shuffles a few steps away from it to close it behind her as her eyes dart around the visible parts of the house.
"S-San?" She calls out and a few seconds go by before she hears a muffled thud down the hall in the direction of Santana's bedroom and a grumbled "Oomph" before the smaller woman appears in the hall.
"Britt!" Santana calls as she walks down the hall, a smile blooming on her face, a peculiar long trench coat wrapped around her body, knee high white socks and a pair of white heels adorning her feet. Brittany notices a flush on Santana's tan cheeks as she takes the last few steps and wraps herself up in Brittany, who stumbles back a little but is quick to return the embrace.
"You came." Brittany hears Santana murmur softly into the cotton of Brittany's shirt where her face remains squished. Brittany's previously worried state vanishes at the affection she garners in Santana's voice and she lets go of her inhibitions.
"I did. I really like you Santana, and I'm sorry for almost giving up on that."
She feels Santana shake her head back and forth against her chest before she pulls back and brown eyes gaze up at her, "I'm sorry for not realizing that something was upsetting you earlier and being more forward in my actions to actually talk about it with you."
"It's not your fault."
"Well it's not your fault either Brittany. A relationship is about two people, working together."
"But if I hadn't-"
Santana's gentle lips abruptly cut off Brittany's words in a slow kiss. When she pulls back, Santana leisurely shakes her head.
"How about we both agree that it was neither of our faults and we let ourselves see what happens from here. Together?"
Brittany nods because that sounds like the best thing in the world, "Together." She replies before Santana is smiling into the kiss she leans up to give her. Brittany's hands drop to Santana's waist and grip at the material of the trench coat for a few seconds until she pulls back and looks at Santana curiously.
"Were you…going somewhere?"
Santana flushes a little but shakes her head, her eyes momentarily averting from Brittany's as she mumbles, "No, I…I was rearranging some things in my bedroom and…preparing some stuff and the coat is kind of…part of it?"
A blonde eyebrow quirks in interest, any of Brittany's worries temporarily banishing in favor of interest in just exactly what Santana is talking about.
"Rearranging?" She asks and Santana nods her head, eyes still diverted. "For something special?"
It takes a moment for Santana to nod again, and suddenly Brittany's heart starts speeding up for another reason. She's seen the movies and read the books, well she may have heard things in passing form people, about roleplaying and what not, and for some reason to Brittany right now, this feels a whole lot like the start of some kind of roleplay.
She swallows thickly and moves her now clammy hands in circles at Santana's hips, "Is it," she starts and then the words get stuck in her throat at the thought of how exciting it would be if Santana dressed up for her and was going to act something sexy out. Exciting and completely terrifying, great now Brittany's breathing is erratic and she's not quite sure if her vision is going blurry because of the thoughts flipping through her mind or because her eyes are tearing up with happy tears.
Santana nuzzles into the skin of her neck and presses a kiss there, encouraging Brittany to continue her question. But sweet and hot damn mixed together, Brittany's nervous again.
"Is it…something special…for me?" She finally manages to choke out and then smoldering brown eyes are locking upon her hazy blue and Santana smiles and nods shyly before she tilts in and presses her lips to the juncture of Brittany's jaw and neck.
"Just for you." She husks into the skin before her tongue pokes out and licks softly at Brittany's neck.
Then just like that, Santana's lips are gone from her skin and the warmth of her body from her arms. Brittany blinks her eyes open, still slightly in a daze and notices Santana smiling coyly at her from a few feet away, slowly walking backwards as her hands rest at her hips and her heels tap seductively on the floor.
Brittany swallows again as a shiver runs through her body, but then Santana is lifting her finger and quirking it in a come hither manner as she backs into her bedroom, and despite her nervousness, Brittany is quick to follow.
When she enters the room, her breath is sucked from her lungs.
Santana's bedroom has been transformed into the ultimate mix between sexy and romantic. The bed sheets are a dark crimson that contrast the blackness of the pillow covers perfectly.
Instead of an abundance of candles, there are two lit in the room, one on the bedside table and one on Santana's dresser, offering a pleasant glow to the room as the remaining light from the day sets a soft glow from the window curtains drawn shut on the far side of the room.
Blue eyes trail over the ambiance of the room, her body humming at the pure excitement she gets just thinking about what could happen. Then her eyes land on Santana's single person comfy chair in the corner. There's a spotlight lamp propped up next to it, with the glare of the bulb twisted to focus on the seat of the chair, and a table perched to the other side littered in a bunch of different items. Brittany's feet draw her in further to the chair, and that's when she realizes she hasn't seen Santana in here yet.
As she turns around to look back towards the door, Brittany opens her mouth and releases "Sa-" but that's all that comes out because her eyes suddenly stumble upon the sight of Santana closing her bedroom door and strutting her way. Before she can ask any questions, Santana is pushing at her chest and Brittany's is stumbling back and falling to sit in the chair.
Santana smiles at her and offers her the barest of winks before her hands start undoing the belt of her trench coat and her hands find each side of the jacket tugging it open and revealing what's underneath.
"My name is Nurse Santana, and I'll be examining you today." She says as she fully removes the trench coat and tosses it over the chair on her desk.
Brittany's jaw drops open and her eyes widen as she takes in the oh so tantalizingly short, and cleavage baring, red and white candy striper uniform dress Santana is clad in. Suddenly the knee-high socks make sense. On top of Santana's head, rests a candy striper hat with the same red cross symbol that is present on the left boob of her dress.
She bends at the waist and picks up something off the makeshift table to Brittany's left and blue eyes widen even more as she watches Santana pull latex gloves on with a sensual 'thwacking' sound.
"I'm going to be looking for any unusual signs of discomfort and doing my best to sooth your worry and pain." Santana then tells Brittany as her hands land on her thighs and spread them apart to step between them.
The next thing Brittany knows, Santana's bare knee is slipping onto the chair and sliding between her legs, pressing deliciously into her center and sending a jolt through her whole body. A groan slips from her lips and Santana leans up and over Brittany's head to behind the chair, her breasts hovering teasingly in front of Brittany's face as she grabs a clipboard of a shelf.
Santana leans back so that her upper torso is a few inches away from Brittany, but her thigh is still pressed firmly between Brittany's legs, where a steady pulse beats.
"Hmmm," Santana says tapping a pen to her chin as she looks at something attached to her clipboard, and then brown eyes gaze down at Brittany, "it says here that you've been having 'tingles' in different places on your body."
Brittany swallows at the look Santana levels on her and her abdomen tenses as the next words that leave those full lips come out in a sexy rasp, "Would you mind showing me where it…tingles?"
Even though Brittany's casted hand is resting comfortably on the arm of the chair, it's still shaking like crazy to the point that Santana glances down at it because she notices. Santana sets the clipboard down as she frowns and then reaches out to gently take Brittany's casted hand in her own.
"Aww you poor thing," Santana coos while cradling Brittany's casted hand, her eyes flicker up to Brittany's momentarily, which are wide and watching and completely turned on but at the same time really at a loss for what to do right now.
She's never done this kind of thing before, and Santana is so sexy and commanding in her nurse uniform that Brittany is literally about ready to hyperventilate and pass out.
Oh God, now Santana is pressing tender, wet, very sensual kisses to each of Brittany's visible knuckles and sending the seated woman's body into a quivering mess as Santana pushes forward with her knee and puts pressure on Brittany's sensitive and aching clit through the material of her pants and panties, which are nearly soaked through now.
"S-San…" Brittany gasps as two of her digits slip between the plumpness of Santana's lips and her girlfriend's exceptionally skilled tongue works its way up and down the length of them before she lets them slip from her mouth with a wet pop. Brittany's instinctually tries to squeeze her legs shut, but Santana's knee stops her and she groans, her head lulling back in pleasure as Santana runs her tongue over the knuckles of still wet slender pale fingers.
"Are you feeling better?" Santana breathes, hotly over Brittany's knuckles pressing a kiss to one, "Or are you still feeling tingly."
Through a swallow to wet her parched throat, Brittany's eyes look into lustful brown, darkened by arousal, as she murmurs, "There's still a few tingles…here" feeling brave as she points to her neck, but becoming shy again when she thinks of "and other places."
Santana smiles wickedly as she places one last kiss on Brittany's injured hand and sets it gently on the arm rest. She watches as Santana makes taking a pair of gloves off super sexy, her stomach doing backflips at the sight.
Before Brittany knows it, tan hands are gripping at the hem of her shirt and tugging upwards, and Santana has her out of her shirt in a second. Warm palms press into Brittany's stomach, fingers teasing and Brittany shudders slightly and gasps, but then locks of Santana's hair are tickling the skin of her almost bare chest as Santana leans in to press her lips to the column of a pale neck.
"Here?" Brittany nods and Santana dips in and places open mouthed kisses all the way down Brittany's neck until she reaches the hollow of her collarbone where she gives an unexpected sharp suck that has Brittany jolting in her seat from the mixture of pained pleasure.
"Looks like someone is going to need a soothing remedy for that bruise later on." Santana teases as her finger swipes over the quickly darkening skin before both of her hands return to Brittany's sides and run up the length of her ribs until they skirt around the back and grip the clasp of her bra.
"I'm going to need to examine these, just in case." Again all Brittany can manage is a nod before Santana is unsnapping her bra and tugging it down her arms.
Soft, sure hands cup Brittany's breasts the instant they're free and a moan slips from pink lips. Santana's lips return to Brittany's neck, licking and sucking the skin there as tan fingers tweak pink nipples and massage the pale flesh beneath them.
Brittany moans and her hips buck into Santana's knee when the shorter woman nips at her neck and simultaneously tugs on one of her hard nipples.
"Oh s-shit…god S-Sa…" Brittany barely gets the words out before Santana is pulling back and removing her hands from their places. She pouts and whimpers at the loss and Santana smiles at her, leaning down to peck her cheek.
"I think I need to get you out of these clothes if I'm going to give you a proper examination." Brittany doesn't know what she has to do but she'll do it, as quickly and efficiently as she can.
She groans a little when Santana shifts off the chair and removes the pressure from between her legs, but then the woman is kneeling on the ground in front of her and her fingers are toying with the clasp and zipper of her pants. Tan fingers dip under the material and smooth around to palm Brittany's ass, lifting her up off the seat and pressing her breasts close to her lips.
Brittany's good hand shots to Santana's head, her fingers tangling in dark locks as she tries to keep the woman's mouth where it's at, just as Santana tugs and tries to shuffle Brittany out of her pants.
"Your heart is racing, I think that's something I should take a look at also." Santana murmurs into Brittany's skin as she manages to remove the pants completely from Brittany's legs and toss them somewhere behind her. Her lips skirt across the swell of Brittany's breasts as her palms smooth over pale toned thighs.
Just as Santana's teeth are nipping a path to the juncture of Brittany's arm and shoulder, Brittany jerks at one particular kiss and lets out a moan, her fingers tangling tighter in Santana's hair before they ease up and Santana tilts back to look up at her.
"Please…do that again." She begs and Santana kisses the spot she just kissed, practically Brittany's armpit, and watches the other woman basically crumble and thrash beneath her. Brittany's panting heavily when her eyelids flicker open and blue eyes lock on Santana, pleading and then Brittany is shifting to the edge of the chair and pushing off with her good hand until she's standing in front of Santana.
Santana barely lets out a squeak of surprise as Brittany breaks character and crashes their lips together, her casted hand pawing desperately at Santana's dress.
As their lips slide against each other, Brittany's left hand drops to the hem of Santana's uniform dress and she starts to try and tug it upwards, failing because she can't get a grip on the other side. She whimpers in defeat until Santana is reaching down and tugging the dress up and then over her head.
Brittany' jaw goes slack as she's met with a completely, except for the socks and heels, naked Santana. Her full breasts heaving in front of Brittany's eyes, her tan skin flushed in arousal. The dress is tossed to the side and Santana's fingers hook into the waistband of Brittany's panties, shoving them down her hips until they fall to her feet. Brittany steps out of them as she shifts a leg between Santana's thighs, groaning at the wetness her soft skin meets.
Her casted arm braces itself at the small of Santana's back, pulling her body closer as her left hand tangles in raven locks again and their lips meet in a collision of teeth and tongues. Santana's hips grind down as Brittany pushes her thigh up further between her legs.
A gasp leaves full lips, "Ungh, B-Britt…"
Santana's grip is desperate on Brittany's back, her chest arching into Brittany's as her hips continue to roll in a wave, trying to create friction against her throbbing center. Brittany's hand slips to Santana's waist and she slows her movements down until they stop. Heavy breath paints the skin of Santana's shoulder, and she can feel Brittany's heart beat against her own chest.
"Can I take you to bed now?"
Brittany's voice is thick with arousal but Santana's heart almost bursts from the affection in her tone. She nods and then gasps as Brittany shifts forward and the back of Santana's knees hit the edge of her bed, toppling her onto her back. Brittany is quick but gentle in the removal of Santana's heels and socks, and when they are both fully naked, Brittany steps forward and cups Santana's chin, tilting it up until she can press their lips together.
"You're absolutely incredible Santana, thank you so much for taking care of me and being such a patient and wonderful girlfriend. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take care of you," she whispers and Santana nods mutely before Brittany presses against her shoulder and leans her back.
The effort is slow, with Brittany's cast, but Santana manages to scoot back and lie flat against her covers until Brittany is hovering over her, pale hips situated in the cradle between tan thighs as blue eyes flicker and glance at every inch of Santana's face and body.
"I think you're so beautiful and amazing Santana, and I'm so happy that you came after me and told me those things." Brittany murmurs as she lowers her hips and grinds her center into Santana's. Both of them moan at the contact, their wet sexes sliding against each other. Santana's back arches off the bed to meet a particularly hard downward grind from Brittany, as her nails dig into the skin of Brittany's shoulders.
"Oh…oh yes…" Santana moans, the pressure of Brittany's clit rubbing against her own shooting bursts of pleasure and arousal from her core. The tingles spark to the tips of her toes and the pout of her lips as Brittany kisses them, her breath heavy and her eyes dark. "Britt…"
A pale hand glides down Santana's leg and lifts to hook it over her back as she grinds forward into the woman beneath her again, her stomach tensing in pleasure and built up pressure just waiting for release. Santana's hands glide down the muscle of Brittany's back, fingers tracing the firmness as it flexes beneath her touch until she rounds the curve of her girlfriend's firm backside and squeezes at the flesh trying to draw Brittany into her harder.
Pink lips drop to the column of a tan neck and Brittany groans into Santana's skin as an extra well placed grind pushes her that much closer to the edge. Santana's hips continue to lift upward and forward into Brittany's grinds until gasps are tumbling from full lips and Brittany can feel Santana's body start to tense and quiver beneath her.
"God Britt…ugh…oh-oh…mmm!"
The sound of Santana falling apart below her, the shudder moan she releases, the way her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part in pleasure mixed with one more hard grind sends Brittany into her climax seconds after, her moan of approval muffled by the skin of Santana's shoulder. After, Brittany collapses on top of Santana in a heap of useless limbs.
When the last shutter quakes through Brittany's body and all that can be heard between them is the heavy sound of their breathless gasps, they remain motionless, letting the last of their releases roll through their bodies and warm their souls.
Even as the staccato beat of Santana's heart can still be felt against Brittany's chest, blue eyes lift to gaze down at hooded brown. A lazy smile pulls at Santana's lips as a hand cups a flushed pale cheek and a thumb strokes softly under the skin of Brittany's eye.
Brittany smiles back, elated to be here, like this with Santana. Having found a balance for them, and more than enough reason to stay. Santana is everything that Brittany could have ever thought or dreamed of, and still so much more than anything she could have ever thought she'd have. And yet, here Santana is, lying under her after intense and beautiful…lovemaking, and Brittany knows now more than ever that she's never letting Santana slip through her grasp again.
Whether that's unintentionally her own doing or not, she's never taking what Santana offers her for granted again.
Placing a kiss to parted plump lips Brittany hums into Santana's mouth.
"Thank you for coming after me, and giving me a second chance." She says before she rolls off of Santana and lies in the bed next to her. After a little bit of shuffling, they get under the covers, Santana fitting her body into the curve of Brittany's and tucking her head under her chin. She places a sweet kiss to the underside of Brittany's jaw.
And before they drift off to asleep, Santana whispers into the night.
"I will always come after you Brittany, I'm never giving up on us."
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