Here we are, finally! Thank you all so much for waiting. So much going on in life but now I finally have time to write! Hope everyone who celebrated had an awesome Thanksgiving! Those who didn't, I hope you had an awesome Thursday! And thank you all again for all the reviews, follows, favorites, and readers…even you lurkers and guest reviewers out there! I appreciate you! Also, thank you Ducks for your input on a few key things!
Warning: This chapter contains strap-on sex and some other sexy times. It's most of the beginning of the chapter if you want to know! NSFW!
All Day All the Time
Brittany doesn't notice how in the morning, when Santana wakes up from being sprawled spread eagle across her bed, she then starts frantically patting the surrounding area of the bed in search of Brittany's warm body.
She doesn't notice the way Santana's head suddenly shoots up in panic, her eyes wide because she has no idea what's going on but last night she feel asleep with Brittany and now this morning she can't seem to feel or find her in the bed.
Only when Santana spots Brittany, who can't see any of this happening because she's asleep in the chair in the corner of the room, does she calm down as an adoring smile covers her face. Brittany is literally the epitome of adorable, slumped in the chair with her head hung back resting on the chair back. She appears to be only partially dressed for work in her uniform pants but then only a bra.
Santana slips out of bed, adorned in her sleep clothes from the night before, a pair of panties and an extra large t-shirt. She quietly pads over to the chair and stands in front of her girlfriend simply admiring her for a few seconds before she leans forward and slides her palms up Brittany's slack covered thighs and pressing her lips firmly into the soft delicate ones before her.
Brittany sucks in a waking breath at the kiss but doesn't hesitate to kiss Santana back, going as far as chasing after her lips as Santana leans back and then pouting when she can no longer feel them. Santana giggles and runs her thumb over Brittany's bottom lip, collecting the moisture there just as pale eye lids flutter open and give way to beautiful eyes.
"Morning." Santana whispers and the smile breaks out wider along Brittany's lips.
"Mmmm, morning." She hums in agreement and naps her lips a little, "You taste wonderful."
Those words, so innocent and light, cause Santana to giggle again as she strokes Brittany's cheek and kisses her lips tenderly once before she murmurs words against them, "You scared me this morning, I woke up and thought you weren't there."
A pale brow creases but Brittany is quick to shake her head and cup Santana's cheeks, drawing their lips together yet again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I got up an hour ago to use the restroom and when I came back you were spread out across the whole bed, I didn't want to wake you by climbing back in so I put part of my uniform on and then I got tired again and sat down," Brittany explains and then crinkles her brow even harder in concentration, "I guess I fell asleep again." She admits bashfully, her cheeks pinking.
The whole thought and concept alone makes Santana's heart flutter and she feels that shifting ground under her feet give out just a little bit more. It's been in a steady decline of decay and destruction ever since Brittany came into her life.
"Well," Santana says, her hands falling to the pockets of Brittany's slacks, the button already undone on them, "how about we get back into bed and enjoy a little morning exercise before you have to go into work." She suggests and Brittany smiles and nods, lifting her hips up to allow Santana to tug her pants down.
Santana, delighted to find that Brittany has outfitted herself with her strap on today, she smiles knowingly and glances back up to the woman, "Or, better yet, we could just stay in the chair." She husks suggestively and is about to straddle Brittany's lap when she suddenly feels the rigid edge of foreign packaging in Brittany's pocket.
Using her pointer and middle fingers Santana removes the item that is still wrapped in its foil packaging. Brown eyes cut sharply to blue.
"Brittany, what the hell? Is this a condom?"
Brittany sputters out a few incoherent jumbled words and Santana quickly pulls away from her, a hurt in her heart and a sting in her eyes. Even though she attempts to get out of the chair quickly, the fact that her pants are around her ankles now deters Brittany and she wobbles in place a little until she gets her balance and penguin shuffles after Santana as quickly as possible, managing to catch her before she exits the bedroom.
"San," she whispers but Santana refuses to look at her even when she turns around to face Brittany. Tears sting blue eyes now but she powers on, she's never been good at confrontation or explanations, especially of the embarrassing kind, but she needs to tell Santana this. She cups tan cheeks and gently strokes her thumbs across them, swallowing thickly and trying to gain all the courage she has.
Brown eyes finally gaze up at Brittany, but they're cold and hard and Santana's jaw is set tight, "Do I even want to know? I don't want to think you're someone who would cheat on me Brittany."
"I didn't cheat on you!" Brittany quickly exclaims, shaking her head before her voice turns softer, "I would never ever cheat on you Santana. You're the most amazing person I've ever known."
The words are nice, but Santana doesn't know how fully she can believe them yet, "Then why would you have a condom in your pocket? There's only one thing that those are designed to cover, and I don't have one. I thought you were only into girls, like me?"
"I wasn't sure who I was into. I've never really had a relationship before and even the list of non-relationships isn't big. You're the first person I've actually ever wanted to really be with. And I'm only into you Santana."
Perfect pearly white teeth grit inside Santana's mouth, and she breathes deeply through her nose, "Then why the condom?"
Brittany's eyes tilt down slightly in embarrassment and her cheeks flush a bright pink, "It's for me."
Santana sighs exasperated at both Brittany's answer and yet her lack of answer, she turns to walk away again but Brittany pulls her back and holds her close.
"It's for me, and you a-and…andthestrapon." She suddenly rushes out, her cheeks turning even redder.
Even though she thinks she heard what Brittany said, Santana's eyes still blink, "What?" Brittany still won't meet her eyes, so Santana reaches out and gently coaxes her chin up so she can see the honesty in them.
A pink bottom lip is pulled between Brittany's teeth before she finally manages to explain, "I read that it's good practice to wear condoms when you're using a sex toy with your partner, and since we never used it before I just wanted to be prepared." She starts to say and Santana begins to understand, she cups Brittany's cheek in encouragement, "I haven't ever used it with anyone else and I don't plan on using it or want to use it with anyone else. I just wanted you to be reassured and everything."
She barely gets the last words from her lips before Santana's are on them and she's being guided back, carefully, towards the chair. Brittany falls back with an oomph, bouncing a little as she lands, her eyes wide with excitement as she gazes up at Santana who is quick to shed her sleep shirt and tug off Brittany's slacks the rest of the way before placing a much more deliberate kiss against her lips.
"I can't even begin to tell you how much that means to me that you would be so considerate and thoughtful. I appreciate it so much that you're telling me this and I can assure you that I trust you and as long as we're the only ones using it," Santana starts to say and then waits for Brittany to nod frantically, "then let's just use it like this." She leans in closer to Brittany's ear as her hands trail down a pale back, "It will feel more like you being inside of me that way." She whispers as she unsnaps Brittany's bra and pulls it down her arms tossing it onto the floor somewhere behind her.
Brittany noticeably shivers as she now sits naked in the chair, with the dildo strapped between her legs, and Santana looking down at her wearing nothing but her incredibly sexy panties. And then Santana's thumbs hook into the fabric and she slowly starts to drag them down her hips followed by her long toned legs, Brittany's eyes locked on them every inch of the way until Santana lifts her feet out of them and steps forward.
As Santana straddles Brittany's lap, the sitting woman's hands come up to rest on tan hips, her eyes drawn to everything about Santana.
Her beauty. Her sexual appeal and general confidence when it comes to anything in the bedroom. The softness of her skin against Brittany's hips and thighs and underneath her palms and fingers. Brittany's eyes are slowly running over the sight before her until warm palms cup her cheeks and draw her eyes to smoldering brown.
"Is this okay?" Santana asks and Brittany nods enthusiastically before tilting up and kissing her, wrapping her arms around Santana's powerful back to draw her closer.
"Definitely."
Santana leans in closer to connect their lips again and the dildo presses against her stomach, a gasp and moan tumbles from her lips. Brittany's hands round back to Santana's front, stroking over the skin covering her hipbones before smoothly angling upwards and tickling the underside of full supple breasts.
When full lips skirt down the skin of Brittany's neck and then suck vigorously, her hands jerk out of her own control and squeeze at the flesh before them. Her thumbs roam out and stroke in clockwise rotations against the darker skin of firming nipples. Santana sighs in response and appreciation, her lips continuing their wet trail along the column of Brittany's neck as her hips start to rock in Brittany's lap.
"You feel so amazing Santana."
A stiff bud is rolled between Brittany's nimble fingers and Santana's head cranes back in satisfaction, giving Brittany the perfect opportunity to lean forward and tease that same hard bud with the tip of her tongue, tracing patterns over it with a barely there touch until Santana's fingers tighten their grip on blonde hair and tug Brittany's face forward.
As Brittany's mouth pays special attention to Santana's breast, her hand not resting on the other perfect tan globe and pert nipple runs down a slim waist until she's gripping at Santana's hip and pulling her lower half into a fluid rolling motion. Santana moans again as her rolling hips brush her stomach against the underside of the dildo and send a jolt between her legs. Her hands tighten even further in Brittany's hair.
The room is already ten degrees hotter.
Brittany lets a hard dark nipple pop free from her lips as she pokes her tongue out and licks up the center of Santana's chest, tasting every ounce of heavenly skin under the long stroke until she's kissing the spot just below Santana's ear, the thumb on her left hand swiping over the moisture she's just left on Santana's skin collecting it and ghosting it back over the sensitive skin of her nipples.
"And you taste like a peppermint cinnamon gumdrop that crashed into a rainbow."
Despite the situation, Santana still giggles slightly, albeit hoarsely, at Brittany's words, until she feels the hot breath from Brittany's mouth shudder against the shell of her ear.
"I want to be inside of you." She husks and Santana's eyes flutter shut even as she watches Brittany's eyes drift down between her tan legs, which she automatically shifts wider on instinct. Brittany groans at the wetness that is already clearly coating Santana's swollen pink sex, glistening and ready all for her.
Santana moans at Brittany's words and her right hand falls to pale shoulders as her left hand trails down Brittany's body and she pushes up on her knees slightly.
"And I want to feel you inside of me Brittany, I need you."
Brittany's eyes are hooded as she watches Santana reach down between their bodies and grip the dildo, but before anything else is done Brittany's reaching out and slipping her fingers between Santana's legs. Another moan tumbles from full lips as slender fingers stroke through wet heat, until they pull away coated in Santana's arousal.
"Fluff nugg-" Brittany starts to say in reaction to how Santana is practically dripping but a tan finger presses against her lips and she glances up to find Santana biting her lip in restrained pleasure, her eyes almost all the way shut, softly shaking her head.
"Don't say that right now, it makes me laugh and I don't want to be laughing right now."
Her words are soft and sweet, and Brittany understands, but still Santana is just so, "But you're just so…wet, already." She says even through the finger still pressed to her lips.
Santana's lips pull into a smile and brown eyes open to gaze down at her, "I know baby, that's why I need you to take care of me right now."
With a swallow and a nod, Brittany's fingers, still coated in Santana's arousal, reach down and wrap around the dildo slipping up and down until it too is sufficiently coated. Santana smiles and leans forward to kiss Brittany's lips as she reaches down and grabs the dildo to position it at her entrance.
As she slowly starts to lower herself onto the toy, Santana moans at the feeling of being filled so fully and locks at Brittany who groans at the sight of Santana's sex stretching and squeezing tightly around the dildo as she takes it inch by inch.
Santana pauses when the toy is halfway inside of her, the size something she hasn't been accustomed to. She lifts up until just the tip rests inside of her before sliding down again, her tight walls swallowing the silicone as she squeezes around it, feeling it slip deeper and deeper.
"Ugh… fuck…"
Brittany's hips jerk uncontrollably at Santana's rasped moan forcing another moan to tumble from full lips as the dildo fills her completely. Santana bites her lip after she cries out in pleasure and steadies herself on Brittany's lap, taking a moment to adjust to the size before she grinds down into the woman below her.
"Oh yes! Britt…mmm you're so..."
Pale palms press into flat abs, and Brittany's fingers curl around Santana's sides as her eyes focus on the way the dildo disappears into Santana's clenching sex before reappearing covered and shinning in her arousal. She continues to watch in fascination as Santana's hips rise up and down faster and faster, the dildo stretching her a little bit more each time.
Her own body spreads with heat at the way Santana's tightness tugs and pushes at the dildo inside of her, forcing the other end into Brittany's clit deliciously and working them both up at a rapid pace. Brittany's hands adjust so one can slide up the length of Santana's back and curve around her shoulder tugging her close until she can press their mouths together for a sloppy ragged kiss and the other grips at Santana's hip pulling her into her upward thrusts as the dildo starts to slide in and out of Santana easier and faster.
She shifts her body to the edge of the chair and then thrusts her hips up harder into Santana, forcing their lips to break apart as a squeak pops from plump lips and the tip of the toy prods against a sweet spot deep inside of Santana. Brittany holds Santana firmly in her arms pulling her closer and encouraging her to continue grinding down onto the dildo as she meets every thrust with one of her own, the angle forcing the tip to slide across that spot every time Brittany's hips rise from the chair.
"Fuck…oh god! Y-yes!"
Brittany's own climax builds each time Santana takes the full length of the dildo and forces the other end against her clit in a glorious pressure. Before she even has a chance to think about it, Brittany's body is shaking with her release even as Santana continues to grind up and down in her lap. Her hips still as she thrusts up hard, the dildo buried to the hilt inside of Santana as she groans out her girlfriend's name through her release.
"Ungh Santana…ohhh."
A few seconds go by before Brittany's head isn't swimming in a hazy fog and she realizes that Santana is still grinding desperately into her lap, the dildo still angled inside of her and touching every perfect spot.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smelling the mixture of sweat and sex between them and still something so sweet, she grips Santana's hips in both of her hands and stops the woman from moving before she starts rutting her hips up into her at a quick pace, feeling the dildo part Santana's folds every time it sinks back inside of her.
"Oh…ugh…like that… o-oh Brittany!"
Blue eyes snap open as Santana's lips fumble with incoherent whimpers and moans of Brittany's name, her own climax rushing ever closer. One of her hands disconnects from Santana's hip and her fingers trail across a taut stomach, the muscles twitching under the contact, before she angles them down between tan legs and presses them firmly against Santana's clit, rubbing in time with their thrusts.
"You're so beautiful when you're falling apart…ugh San, come on baby…"
A few more thrusts and swipes and Santana comes hard around Brittany buried deep inside of her, her walls clenching around the dildo, her eyes snapping shut so tightly from pleasure that she thinks she might pass out.
She falls forward into Brittany's embrace as her thighs shake in exertion at Brittany's side. Soft hands smooth around her hips and ass, keeping contact and easing her through her intense orgasm. Brittany places kisses across the sweaty skin of Santana's chest, licking at the contours of her collarbone and nibbling at the swells of her heaving breasts.
They're silent except for the beating of their hearts and the panting of their ragged breaths for a few minutes until Santana sighs against Brittany's neck where her face is nuzzled.
"I'm really glad that's how our first time turned out with your little…toy." She murmurs and then leans back to look down at Brittany who is smiling, even though her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are droopy in exhaustion. Santana leans down to kiss her sweetly, both of them moaning at that taste of satisfaction on each other's lips, "You are so so fantastically amazing Britt."
Smiling as she tilts up to kiss Santana again, "And you're incredibly perfect in every possible way." Brittany says.
"Not perfect baby, but when I'm with you I feel as close to it as I've ever felt."
A pale forehead falls forward to rest against Santana's chest, where Brittany breathes out deeply again before pressing a series of soft kisses across the skin and pulling Santana's body closer to hers to hug her.
"I feel the same way Santana," she murmurs as kisses follow her words, "do you want to lay on the bed?"
Santana nods in the affirmative, her arms shifting around Brittany's neck as strong hands grip her backside and hold her close and Brittany shifts before she stands up. They both whimper lightly at the feeling of the dildo still buried inside of Santana and tan eyelids flutter in pleasure for a moment as Brittany carries her to the edge of the bed and firmly sets her ass down on it.
As she takes a step back, one set of dark blue and one set of dark brown eyes are focused between their bodies where they're still connected. Santana whimpers a little as the dildo starts to slide out of her tight sex, Brittany groans at the way Santana's walls squeeze against the length of it as the red toy falls free from Santana but still shines with her arousal.
Brittany shudders in excitement again at the way Santana's wetness glistens more prominently between her legs and down her thighs. In reaction to the sight, she drops to her knees and leans in to swipe her tongue flatly through Santana's folds, licking up her the wetness. They both moan again, Santana's hips jerking on the bed and moving closer to Brittany's face at the touch.
"Ugh God yes…B-Britt." Santana gasps as Brittany's tongue runs through her dripping sex again and connects with her still slightly sensitive clit. Their eyes lock for a second before Brittany pulls the bud between her lips and gives it a soft suck, her tongue lapping around the edges of her lips in the process.
That's about the time that Santana's upper body falls back on the bed as her back arches up and her hips press down into the mattress, her center pushing further into Brittany's mouth. That's also about the time that blue eyes notice the red glowing numbers on the digital clock of Santana's bedside, and go extremely wide. Brittany suddenly stops her mouth's actions, earning a groan of displeasure from Santana who props herself up on her elbows and glances down at Brittany.
"Is that the time?" Brittany mumbles, her lips still pressed against Santana, the vibrations from her voice causing little pings of pleasure to spread through Santana who gasps and jerks slightly but glances towards the clock only to look back at Brittany and nod.
Currently she has twenty minutes to get to work. That wouldn't be a problem normally, it takes her about fifteen minutes to drive there from Santana's, but she's still vastly undressed and unready to proceed to work at the current moment.
But…Santana…hot, lying naked in front of her, panting in desire and tasting so amazing.
There the dilemma lies.
"Britt," Santana's voice is hoarse but pleading, "please don't fucking stop." She begs and Brittany would just hate to leave Santana in any kind of dissatisfaction.
She'll have to be quick though.
With renewed vigor, Brittany shuffles closer to Santana, her arms wrapping around the woman's shaking legs and draping them over her shoulders before she tilts in again and strokes her tongue up through Santana's sex, parting her wet heat and causing the girl above her to cry out in pleasure and shudder.
A tan hand finds itself tangled in blonde locks, Santana's other elbow still placed beside her propping her up as her dark eyes lock on equally dark blue, the sight of Brittany's head bobbing between her spread legs sending pulses of pleasure through her body and causing her stomach and inner thigh muscles to twitch and shake in anticipation.
She wantonly cries out, "Oh my fucking…ugh baby."
The tip of Brittany's tongue swirls and strokes through Santana's wetness, licking from her entrance up to her bundle of nerves before her lips wrap around the bud and suck again and again and again, building her up quickly. Santana's hips are pressing forward, pressing her closer to Brittany with every stroke of her girlfriend's tongue until she feels Brittany circle her entrance.
"Oh dios mios…yes," she pants, and finds Brittany's eyes gazing directly at her as her tongue continues to circle Santana's opening, almost as if waiting for direction, "please…Britt…I need you in-" She doesn't get the chance to finish her sentence because Brittany dips her tongue inside of her and Santana again cries out in pleasure.
The pace is quick and relentless, Brittany's tongue stiff and long as it curls against her walls and Santana instantly clenches against the muscle. Her hips continue to roll into Brittany's mouth and her head has long since fallen back in bliss but then Brittany's fingers are poking at her entrance and replacing her tongue as they slide in easily with the arousal that's dripping from Santana. Brittany's tongue and lips return to Santana's clit as her fingers pump and curl in and out of her, dragging along her walls and causing her to squeeze tightly around them in attempt to pull them further in.
After one last hard suck against Santana's clit, Brittany's thumb replaces her lips as they kiss up Santana's stomach, chest, and neck until she's hovering over her girlfriend, her hand still working methodically between tan legs. Brittany smiles at how beautiful Santana looks, always, but even more so when she's so vulnerable and falling apart below her.
Santana's hands reach up to cup Brittany's cheeks and she draws her into a kiss just as Brittany's thumb and fingers push her over the edge. She moans into Brittany's mouth, both as a response to her tight sex clamping down around Brittany's fingers buried deep inside of her, and the taste of herself on Brittany's lips. She gasps as she pulls away a second later sucking in a deep breath as her vision clouds with white spots and her whole body shakes from the result of her climax.
"Oh fuck…" she gasps as Brittany's fingers stroke slowly within her, drawing out Santana's orgasm, and brings her down gently from the high flight she was just on.
As much as Brittany would just absolutely love to bask in this amazing after glow that Santana exudes after an orgasm, when she glances at the clock, noticing it only took her three minutes this time around to make Santana come, she realizes she really has to go if she doesn't want to be late and severely reprimanded.
Pressing a soft kiss to Santana's cheek and temple, Brittany's other hand comes up to shift dark locks of stray hair out of those brown eyes that make her heart skip a beat. She presses another kiss to the corner of Santana's mouth.
"I'm so sorry San," she starts to say and even though the look Santana turns on her is still a little lazy she can still tell it's saying 'What the hell for?' and it makes Brittany giggle, "I would love to stay here and lay with you but I really have to get to work."
Santana groans, her lips dropping into a pout and then a look of content as Brittany gently slips her fingers from her and a hum echoes from her mouth. She nods lazily and wraps her hands around the nap of Brittany's neck, pulling her down into another slow kiss until they get caught up in that a little and Brittany has to pull away again, panting because she's still insanely turned on.
"I'm sorry." Santana apologizes, recognizing the look and Brittany smiles and shakes her head, pecking her lips once more before climbing off of Santana and standing on shaky legs.
"It's okay," she tells her, her eyes glazing over a little as she again gets distracted by Santana's naked, satisfied body, traces of their sexcapades still apparent upon her. Brittany swallows hard as Santana stands up to and then steps towards her kissing her soundly again, but briefly.
"Go deliver that mail babe, and I'll see you tonight?"
Brittany smiles again and nods, "I'd really like that."
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Luckily, Brittany somehow managed to make it to work only a couple minutes late and Kurt had covered for her. He also gave her a knowing look, and has been following her around like a little lost puppy since the second she arrived. It's very strange, because Brittany never gets this much attention, unless it's from her doing something clumsy. It's also very strange because she's seriously wondering what exactly Kurt could be wanting from her.
There isn't much she can think of sharing with him that his delicate little 'only into men' ears would surely want to hear.
"Do I have something on my face, or like…did I sit in something and it's on my butt?" she asks him, twisting her torso in attempt to examine said butt, "Because I sat in paint one time and no one told me and it got all over my moms car and she wasn't very happy. How was I supposed to know that the sign hanging from the post next to the bench that said 'wet paint' was for the bench? Shouldn't they put those kinds of signs on the actual things that are painted? And I mean really who-"
A soft as baby's skin palm wraps around her mouth, instantly turning her words into a muffled jumble. Kurt appears in front of her and slowly lowers his hand shaking his head with the smallest of smiles on his face.
"You don't have anything on your face or your butt Brittany, I'm just happy to see you so happy. Every time you're with Santana, you have this glow about you." He explains and a smile grows on Brittany's own face even as she bashfully ducks her head and her cheeks heat up.
She's not going to mention how that what happened between her and Santana this morning is the main reason she was late. She is happy to agree with him though, because she feels the exact same way. Santana just makes everything brighter in her life.
"Did you ask her about Thanksgiving then?"
Brittany's smile fades at those words, morphing into a slight frown as she considers how that particular question completely slipped her mind. What with everything happening yesterday and the fact she was dealing with it all.
She shakes her head, "Actually I forgot. A lot of things happened yesterday and it kind of got stuck in the back of my mind."
Kurt just looks at her with concern, but expectantly and Brittany sighs and explains everything about the Quinn and almost getting hit by a car and then Santana explaining things to her. He nods as he takes it all in.
"Hmm, well I'm glad that you figured everything out, and that you didn't get hit by a car."
Brittany nods in agreement, "Yeah, I just wish I hadn't reacted like that to the whole Quinn thing. It wasn't that I didn't trust Santana, I just didn't know how to approach what was going on."
"So talk to her about it."
"What do you mean?" Brittany asks as her eyes slant towards him.
"You're seeing her tonight right?" Brittany nods. "Okay so just talk to her about it, that way if another girl you don't know shows up you both know how to go about it."
Thankful for Kurt's words of advice, Brittany puts that thought in her mind, and also maybe scribbles it as a reminder across her palm, and takes off on her route.
Dinner at Santana's is at the forefront of her mind.
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Even though her route runs a little longer than normal, when Brittany pulls up alongside the curb outside of Santana's house, the woman herself swings her front door open and greets Brittany with a deep kiss the moment she gets up the steps.
When they pull back Santana, in glasses (hot) and a strapless black with ribbon patterns dress, looks up at her with a soft smile, "Hey." She murmurs and Brittany's heart jumps in her chest.
She swallows that nervous lump that always makes an appearance every time she finds herself at Santana's front door. And in Santana's arms.
"Hi." She squeaks and Santana giggles and leans in to kiss her softly again.
"I missed you."
Santana's scent invades Brittany's senses as a dopey smile forms across her lips, "I missed you too." She manages to form coherently.
The smile never leaves Santana's face as her hand glides down to grasp onto Brittany's and she tugs her in to the house with a light, "Come on, dinner's almost ready" called behind her.
The food is amazing. Brittany can't pronounce it properly but thinks it sounds something like 'pidillo' or similar, she's just happy to understand that it isn't armadillo or anything. Those little guys are cute.
Whatever it is though, like everything that Santana makes, ever, it's delicious and she informs her girlfriend as much even through a large bite, "Hif if gooh, Fan."
Santana on the other hand raises an eyebrow at Brittany's antics, demurely eating bite by small bite off her plate in the process and never opening her mouth as she chews. Brittany's whole body flushes in embarrassment when she realizes this and she gulps to swallow her large bite in one go.
Another thing that probably isn't the best thing for her to have done.
After she chokes a little and Santana rushes to her side to help her and offer her some water, which Brittany gulps down, she replies with a hoarse, "Thanks," before she tilts her chin to her chest and mumbles out an "I'm sorry."
She never hears any sort of reprimand, instead her chair is scooted back and Santana deposits herself in Brittany's lap, her arms draping around her neck and her lips pressing into her forehead. Santana's thumb ghosts across Brittany's bottom lip, "It's okay babe. I just didn't want you to choke." She says pressing just their lips together for a brief kiss.
Brittany sighs and leans into Santana, resting her head against her chest as soothing fingers run through her hair. They sit like that for several quiet minutes, just soaking in each other's presence and enjoying it before a thought suddenly strikes Brittany.
"Hey San?"
"Yeah Britt?"
She gnaws on her lip a little bit before she manages to say what's on her mind, "I just wanted to say about yesterday, I'm sorry that things started out not that good. It's just when I saw Quinn at your door, and I didn't know who she was, I just got a little thrown off by the whole thing and needed a minute to put things together myself. But I should have just turned around and knocked on the door."
Santana continues to just smile at her, stroking her cheek softly until she finishes and then she leans down and presses their lips together again.
"I'm not mad or worried or anything like that about your reaction, Brittany, just so you know. The only thing that upset me was Quinn being her overly abrasive self and you almost getting hit by a car."
Brittany ducks her chin sheepishly at that but soon feels two strong fingers pushing under her chin to lift it back up.
"But you know, we did get something really good out of all of it."
"Yeah?" Brittany asks cocking her head slightly and Santana smiles.
"Mhmm, you met one of my friends and we got to wake up together and have extremely hot sex."
A shiver runs through Brittany's body at the seductive nature of Santana's voice, and the way her hand trails teasingly down the skin of her chest, which is exposed by the buttons of Brittany's uniform shirt that are undone.
"T-that's true." Brittany stutters out, swallowing thickly at the way she can literally see Santana's eyes turn a shade darker right before her. Santana leans in again and brushes her lips playfully across Brittany's ear.
"We're alone again, and I was thinking," she husks nipping at the shell, "we should pick up where we left off this morning."
There are many thoughts going through Brittany's mind at that moment, one is that if any kind of sexiness is going to be happening, she doesn't trust it happening in the chair she's currently in and two, how fast can she get Santana to the bedroom.
She decides to test the second theory and put it into action, shifting her arm so it slides under the back of Santana's knees and runs the other one across her back for support before she heaves herself to her feet holding Santana firmly in her arms.
Her girlfriend simply smiles at her, "Mmm, I love when you do that."
Brittany doesn't need much other direction besides that and she's quickly on her way to Santana's bedroom. She walks through the bedroom door and swings Santana onto her feet, keeping her hands on her hips as she pulls her close. They both pause a little ways into the kiss and blink at each other.
"Brush?"
"Yes, let's do that really quick. I can still taste that picadillo." Santana says and Brittany grins as they both go into the bathroom and quickly brush their teeth.
"It was really really good though San." Brittany says after wiping her mouth and Santana smiles and leans in to kiss her minty fresh lips.
"Thanks baby."
And things go right back to where they left off shortly after that.
Brittany holds onto Santana's hips and tugs her close until they're pressed up against each other flush. Lips slide hungrily against lips and tongues swipe and stroke across the curves of teeth and the roofs of mouths. Santana's fingers play down Brittany's chest before each button on her shirt is slowly popped open.
The shirt is pushed down Brittany's shoulders and falls to the ground shortly after with a little assistance from Brittany herself. After which, soft hands come back up to cup Santana's cheeks and tilt her head to deepen the kiss.
It takes only seconds for Brittany's hands to find the zipper on Santana's dress, even less time to drag it down and tug the garment just enough that it falls to Santana's feet, leaving her in just her thin scrap of panties. Brittany's hands are then smoothing over every dip and curve of Santana's back as her tongue slides across a full bottom lip before dipping back inside Santana's mouth. Hands then move around to caress a firm flat stomach.
Moments later they angle upwards and a moan rumbles from Santana's throat into Brittany's mouth when she feels her girlfriend palm her breasts causing her to lean further into her taller counterpart. They're so lost in everything that's going on that they don't hear the moment the doorbell rings for the first time.
Or the second time.
In fact, it would probably suffice to say that they don't even realize it's going off until it begins to go off back to back to back for a good thirty seconds straight.
Suddenly, they both pause the kiss as their eyes pop open, as if waiting to hear if what they thought they heard was actually what they heard.
The doorbell rings again, Santana's lips part from Brittany's as a groan leaves them.
"Who the hell is at my door at eight o'clock at night?" Santana grumbles sighing as she reaches down to grab her dress. Brittany stops her and pulls her up straight, pecking her on the lips.
"I can get it babe, if it's no one super important I can just tell them you don't live here anymore." She says with a shrug and Santana notices that mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She bites her lip but agrees.
"Okay."
"Be right back."
And with that Brittany reaches out and grabs one of Santana's sleep shirts to tug over her head and walks towards the door, hearing the doorbell go off once again. She reaches out and yanks the door open and sees standing on Santana's steps, is a brown haired woman. When she turns around, flashing a way too white smile to have not had them teeth bleached, Brittany immediately notices that the woman has exceptionally green blue eyes, and supermodel looks.
"How's it going?" the woman asks, looking Brittany up and down and before she even lets her say anything she continues on with, "Is Santana here?"
Brittany blinks, she's chanting a 'don't get intimidated, don't get intimidated' mantra in her head currently, but she manages to blurt out, "Santana who?"
The woman on the other side of the door cocks a perfectly shaped eyebrow, and pops the gum she's currently chewing with an annoying smack, "Santana Lopez. Look I know she lives here, so…" again the woman doesn't let Brittany say anything before she's simply stepping inside, and Brittany's not one to just go slamming doors on pretty faces.
Even if Brittany's already sure she'd really like to do that to this gum-popping girl.
"Wait, what's your name again?"
The brown haired woman gives a brief glance in Brittany's direction, "I never said it in the first place and I'm not really sure if I should be giving it out to stran-"
"Cam?" Santana's voice suddenly travels down the hallway and both Brittany and the other woman occupying Santana's house turn to look at her. Brittany's eyes widen at the fact that Santana is wearing just her button up uniform shirt and presumably a pair of panties.
She's both incredibly turned on by the sight of Santana in little to nothing but Brittany's clothes, and increasingly jealous that this other girl gets to witness the sight as well. That is until Santana continues the conversation.
"What are you doing here?" she asks as she steps up to Brittany and wraps her arms around Brittany's right arm, locking the fingers of their respective left and right hands together.
The woman, Cam, smiles sickeningly sweet at Santana and even bats her long dark eyelashes. Brittany thinks she might really despise this person, and then she talks.
"Aww Santana Lopez, is that any way to treat a girlfriend?"
The grip that Santana's hand holds on Brittany's gets tighter, from both sides, "Ex-girlfriend Camilla, I have a girlfriend," Santana says glancing to Brittany and giving her a small smile, one that is instantly returned, "and don't even start that shit with me. I haven't seen you in four years. What the hell are you doing in Lima, at my house?"
Cam clicks her tongue and turns her too straight of a nose away from Santana and Brittany, her intense green eyes glancing around the room at different things here and there. Still actively not looking at the people in the room she says, "Quinn mentioned you were here and I thought I'd drop by and see how you were."
"Why would Quinn be talking to you?"
That causes those eyes to turn back to Santana, "Didn't she tell you? We're roommates."
Brittany can feel the tension in Santana's body mount just by the proximity she's sharing with her girl. She gently squeezes Santana's hand in reassurance, even though she's not liking what she's hearing, she doesn't want Santana injuring herself in a fight.
"She forgot to mention that."
Camilla seems delighted, "Oh well, surprise! That's good news for me then because I can tell you that and invite you to Thanksgiving with Quinn and I in the process. Two birds with one stone no?"
"That's mean." Brittany speaks up for the first time in several minutes, two sets of eyes diverting to her. One of them softens in adoration. The other just appears confused.
But she got Camilla to shut up.
"I don't think th-" Santana starts to speak up again but Brittany suddenly has an idea.
"Actually, we already have plans," she says, addressing the brown haired woman in front of her. She then turns to Santana and even through her nervousness she manages to smoothly say, "Remember, baby, Kurt invited us to Thanksgiving and since we missed…"
"Halloween, right," Santana seems to catch on, jumping in to finish Brittany's sentence, "so we were planning on going to the Thanksgiving one."
Camilla blinks, "You missed it?"
Brittany nods, "We were having sex."
Santana blushes but she plays along, trying to keep a straight face even as Brittany continues and Camilla's jaw drops further and further towards the ground.
"We told him we'd try not to let that happen again." Brittany says with the most nonchalant shrug Santana has ever seen her offer.
She's suddenly very turned on.
"And also, you know what Camilla," Santana speaks up, though still looking at her girlfriend, "I think it's time you probably left. Quinn's probably looking for you and well, Brittany and I have other plans tonight." Santana says and turns her eyes on the other woman towards the end.
Only a few seconds go by before Santana is returning to her room and Brittany is literally ushering Camilla out of the house with a "Bu-bye" before she locks the door and proceeds to the bedroom. She is immediately wrapped up in a hug by Santana who murmurs an "I'm sorry" into her chest before her lips press softly to the column of Brittany's neck.
"You dated her?"
Santana nods into her chest, "It was my freshman year of college and I was just fully out and she was one of the only other girls around that was also out." She admits.
"She's…interesting."
Santana snorts, "You can say it, she's crazy and we haven't really talked much since the last time I saw her four years ago."
Brittany nods, her chin brushes against the crown of Santana's head, "I believe you. It's okay, I mean exes are bound to come up from time to time."
Santana leans back and looks up at Brittany with a smile, "You're not mad or anything?"
"Not at all, because I'm the one that's here with you now."
"Yes you are." Santana says before leaning up to kiss Brittany's lips. After, she snuggles back into her chest.
Seconds go by before Brittany speaks up, "Sorry for implying that we have a lot of sex."
This causes another laugh to pop from Santana's lips and she just squeezes Brittany tighter, "That's okay, you were just being honest," she replies before she locks eyes with twinkling blue, "want to have some more?"
Like Brittany's going to say no?
Before they get anywhere with that though, Brittany has another thought, even as she's stripping off her shirt and sliding her other one from Santana's body.
"By the way," she starts, leaning in to trail kisses down a tan neck, "were you serious about going to Thanksgiving at Kurt's together?"
Santana tugs Brittany's pants down her legs and slides her warm palms across her flat toned stomach, licking at her bottom lip, "Baby, I would love to go with you to Kurt's for Thanksgiving."
And that's all that they thought about it for the rest of the night.
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And done. Yeah that was long I know. Lot's of stuff I had to put in it! I know the holiday one is sort of behind, but at least you'll be able to still see that one, or something!
Thank you all again so much for your patience and continued support! I hope that those of you that are still out there enjoyed the chapter, and I would be honored to hear your thoughts!
Also, Faster will be up on Friday. That's a big chapter too!