I know post offices aren't normally open on New Years but just roll with it!
Warning: Sexy times, without spoiling it let's say that it's something that you've seen already.
Works A Double
"How long have you been there?"
Brittany's voice is a husky just woken up and trying to be as sexy as she can rasp while her eyes roam up and down the green tight clad sexy legs of the one and only gorgeous Santana Lopez. "And is this my New Year's present?"
Something about the way Santana's smile manages to remain sultry but still express adoration has Brittany's heart flipping in ways it never has before and her legs clenching in uninhibited desire as arousal courses through her body.
Whatever she was expecting to wake up to this morning, it sure just got a whole lot better than she could have imagined.
Santana takes a step towards the bed. Her body, clad in a short red Santana Claus dress and green tights, now close enough for Brittany to reach out and touch.
Brittany really wants to reach out and touch but Santana drops to a kneeling position, her face an inch from her girlfriend's, before any sort of touching can be had.
"It is a present for you, it's actually one of the last presents that Santana Claus had stashed away, waiting for the opportune moment to present it to such a sweet, sweet girl."
The tone that Santana's using is recognized by Brittany as her 'super sex things up' tone, and the lump that forms in her throat, which has to be forced down before it cuts off her breathing, is clear signification that Santana's ready to jump on that 'sexy things' train and ride it all the way to Orgasmville.
Population: them.
Where things get really really happy and super super hot.
"Best. Present. Ever."
Three words, uttered by Brittany S. Pierce, and she's out of her bed and standing ramrod straight in front of Santana.
Awaiting instructions.
Nothing is said, however, seeing as how Santana is really convincing without words. Instead, hands are placed on shoulders and pressure is used to push Brittany back towards the bed, she's hopeless but to follow Santana's desires.
Once the backs of her knees hit the bed, Brittany tumbles backwards slightly until she can right herself and sit up straight, hands a shaking mess of anticipation as they rest palms flat on her thighs. Long cotton pajama bottoms are all that cover Brittany's lower half. They are easily, and quickly, discarded by Santana in her effort to be as close to her girl as possible.
As the cotton garments are tossed somewhere behind Santana, her palms glide up and down the length of creamy white skin as she caresses the dips and curves and flexing muscles all throughout Brittany's strong and seemingly never-ending legs.
Twin kisses are pressed to the inside of bent knees, a shiver of arousal sparking from between Brittany's legs once more from the point of sensual contact. Her heart is in disarray within the confines of her chest, and her hands are fairing as best they can with their white knuckled grip on the sheets by her sides.
The kissing ascends Brittany's legs, each one wetter than the last. She knows Santana is drawing the whole thing out on purpose, teasing her.
But she can taste that sweet surrender on the tip of her tongue. Like the swell of a wave just before it crashes into the shore, it's inevitable and completely out of control.
Not dissimilar to Brittany's control at the moment.
"San…hmmm," she gasps when those full lips reach the apex of her left thigh, tingles spreading out in waves from the epicenter of union. "Ba-by…" leaves her lips next, sending a similar uncontrollable swell rolling through Santana's heart.
She knows that Brittany adores her, enjoys her company, loves her but sometimes Brittany strays from the use of terms of endearment. Hearing them in the heat of the moment, or so close to it, makes Santana's chest expand in unbridled affection.
The tips of her fingers continue to draw delicate patterns on the tops of Brittany's bare thighs before one hand shifts upwards and pushes the cotton t-shirt draped over Brittany's upper body out of the way so Santana's lips can shift their trail over an endearing hipbone and across a taut smooth stomach. Brittany shivers under the touch, a soft moan falling from her lips.
"You've been such a sweet, sweet girl Britt-Britt." Santana hums against Brittany's skin, her lips leaving a slow, wet trail behind them as she kisses across Brittany's stomach.
Then, as quick as her lips were attached to Brittany, they're being pulled away, forcing a moan from thin, dry lips before Brittany whimpers and those lips fall into a pout. Her disappointment lasts half a second, and then she feels Santana straddling her lap, warm thighs bracketing her own and the smooth feel of a silky garment brushing the tops of Brittany's bare thighs.
Her eyes flutter open just in time to watch Santana smile down at her as she wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and leans into her ear.
"Do you know what sweet girls get for good behavior like yours?" Santana husks in Brittany's ear as she settles herself in the woman's lap.
A gasp escapes Brittany, her fingernails digging firmer into Santana's hips where they've found purchase and a certain sense of grounding. Even if it's futile. Brittany shakes her head, her mind swimming with too many scenarios to pick just one to say to the mega sexy woman in her lap.
Santana smirks, pulling her face back enough to make eye contact before sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and giving Brittany the most innocent smile she can. Brittany's hand jumps a little when she feels Santana's palm glide across the back of it, she wasn't expecting that, and her heart skips, twirls, dances, and flips when tan fingers slip between her pale ones and Santana tugs their hands off the bed.
In a deliberately slow and precision move, Santana guides Brittany's hand under her Santana Claus dress and places Brittany's palm on her thigh. Brittany sucks in a sharp breath at how hot Santana's skin already feels, and how she can sense an additional heat radiating from just a few inches north of where her palm rests practically shaking on a tan toned upper thigh.
A kiss is pressed to Brittany's lips. "Go ahead." Santana murmurs against them, cupping Brittany's jaw with both hands and leaning forward just enough so that Brittany's hand glides up Santana's thigh just that little bit more.
Just enough to force Brittany's eyes closed in ecstasy. Just enough to make her pulse quicken and thrum like a fine string being plucked for a tune. Just enough that her breath catches in her throat and her forehead falls forward to rest against Santana's collarbone.
Santana's fingers continue to softly stroke across the fine line and firm edges of Brittany's jaw, until Brittany's head lulls back and Santana coaxes their mouths together once more. Brittany's fingers flex on Santana's thigh, the heat becoming more apparent as she ghosts her palm up the skin. When she reaches the juncture between Santana's legs, her eyes fly open mid kiss and her jaw drops in surprise.
Still sitting before her, as innocent and gorgeous as ever, Santana smiles back at Brittany and then tilts her two fingers up against Brittany's jaw to close the gaping woman's mouth.
She presses a barely there, but sweet as cherry pie kiss to the corner of Brittany's mouth. "That's what good girls get." She whispers and Brittany pants in desperation and arousal, her other hand still frozen under Santana's skirt.
Like a cruel friend who spoils the best part of the movie for you only seconds before you're about to watch it, Santana removes herself from Brittany's lap and leaves the other woman literally, her hand at least, hanging in mid air.
"Wha…?" Brittany starts but is cut off by a fierce kiss.
"Britt, honey, you slept in this morning and if you don't leave in ten minutes, you're going to be late which means you might not get off work in time to come back over for the very special dinner I have planned for us."
Brittany's mouth gaps like a fish out of water again. She can't believe what she's hearing.
What is work when you've got a woman like Santana standing all sexy in front of you, whispering desirable things in your ear, and promising you the world, at least for that moment?
All Brittany can do for the next few minutes is watch Santana strut around her own room, her calves now clad in knee high red and green stockings and her feet in two-inch stilettos.
Thankfully, Santana doesn't seem to be bothered by her flirtatious and distracting efforts because she manages to help Brittany get dressed in the span of five minutes before gripping her by the collar of her work shirt and tugging their lips together in a fiery kiss.
"Come on baby, I made breakfast for you." Santana rasps before she pulls Brittany out of bed and towards the kitchen.
She's not sure what happened or if she'll even be able to do much more than stare in wide-eyed surprise for the next several minutes, maybe hours, but Brittany is nonetheless helpless to do anything else but follow the lead of Santana Claus.
Mostly because she's hoping to see more of that later this evening.
Now that, Brittany would really like.
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Not surprising, when Brittany arrives at work some fifteen minutes after Santana had her sit at the table and eat something before kissing her on her way, she's still in a pretty delirious and shocked state.
It's not that anything that happened this morning was scary or worrying, quite the contrary, it's that Brittany can't get out of her head what she was so so close to enjoying with Santana only thirty minutes ago.
So close. So hot. God, Santana's so sexy, how does she even do that? She's a sex goddess. She's a goddess in general. Obviously.
Those are just a few of the thoughts running through Brittany's mind as she steps into the employee room to clock in for her shift. She'll mostly just be sorting the overflow of mail that the post office receives the day before New Year's Day, since it's a holiday and all and there won't be deliveries until the following day.
Turning to head towards her station, there's a miscalculation in Brittany's movements and before she can stop herself or avoid it, she finds herself tripping over one of the old fixtures just outside of the employee room.
A fall forward later, hands out to break most of the impact, she already hears the laughs, and taunts, and jeers.
She thought she'd be lucky and Josh Coleman would be too hung-over to work today. Guess she didn't have enough luck for that little wish.
"Ho-ly shit. Did we have too much to drink last night Pierce, sitting all alone at home wishing you had a girlfriend that could help you out, instead of having to use your hand for entertainment?"
Brittany's face burns in anger at Josh's words. She starts to push herself up off the floor only to feel a heavy pressure at the center of her shoulder blades that sends her right back down to the smooth concrete floor with an expelled breath of aggravation.
"If we wanted you to get up twinkle dick, you'd be able to."
"Hey assholes! What you're doing is called harassment!" Brittany hears Kurt's voice cut in from somewhere behind where Coleman's just filtered from. She chances a glance from the ground and notices everyone is distracted before quickly jumping to her feet and spinning around to face Josh Coleman with her fists clenched tightly at her side.
When Kurt reaches her side, Josh and his buddies turn back around to face Brittany and each give a little laugh in her direction.
"What are you going to do? Fight us?"
Gritting her teeth tighter, Brittany breathes harshly through her nose. Her fists squeeze harder and she's chanting 'You're the better person' in her head over and over again, but she still wants to hit these assholes.
She's so sick and tired of their lowly jeers and singled out bullying. There's no reason for it, and Brittany has so much more to fight for now. Not to mention, she's not a fan of violence.
Without even realizing what she's doing, Brittany takes an intimidating step forward, lifting her hand just high enough from her side to signify she's not scared of Josh. For a brief second, something close to nervous fear flashes in Coleman's eyes before the glare returns and he shifts into his cocky supposed to be intimidating pose.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kurt's suddenly speaks into Brittany's ear as he rushes up to her side and steers her off a little ways away from Josh Coleman and his menacing.
"I can handle this Kurt."
Kurt raises an eyebrow at Brittany's defiance, the anger radiating off her something that he's unfamiliar with. "And what are you going to do? Punch them? You know that's not the answer Britt." He whispers, only loud enough for her to hear.
Her blue eyes flash towards him, a burning rage flaring up in them.
"I don't want to be pushed around anymore."
"I know that, I don't want you to be either." He tells her, sighing in remorse. "But you know that fighting them makes you just like them. They're provoking you for that reason. If you give in then they have the grounds to start something, and Brittany it'd be you against them and there are more of them."
"But it's not fair that they get to say that."
"Bullying is never fair, but the people that do it are the one's with the real issues. We'll figure out how to handle them Brittany, but we'll do it so they get the max amount of punishment. Until then, we should just try to stay clear."
Brittany huffs. She knows Kurt is right, or at least that he makes a fair point, but that doesn't make it easier. She's let bullies push her around all her life, and now when she could finally fight back and she actually has the guts to take that chance, something else is holding her back.
Even though it's for the best.
Deflating, Brittany nods. "Okay, you're right." She says as her fists unclench at her sides. She gazes over her shoulder at Coleman and his friends having already walked away laughing to do whatever it is they do somewhere else. "But if they ever say anything about Santana, I won't be able to control myself."
"Fair enough." Kurt pats her on the back and then walks with her to their own sorting station where they get to work on their large bins and carts full of mail.
A few minutes go by and Brittany feels a lot calmer. Thoughts of Santana are turning through her mind and she smiles.
"By the way," Kurt says from across the sorting table. Brittany looks up to meet his mirth sparkling eyes. "Those were quite the entertaining shenanigans you put on last night."
A laugh pops from Brittany's mouth and she shakes her head. With a new smile on her face, the day continues on almost as well as it started out.
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Brittany's emotionally exhausted when she pulls her car up to the curb outside of Santana's house.
With the still steady string of verbal abuse that comes from Coleman and his friends, the almost push back action that Brittany thought of taking? There's just so much to think about.
There's also the fact that as she was leaving Kurt pulled her aside to tell her some other important things.
Including the notion that Brittany shouldn't avert Santana from knowing about the bullying any longer. Kurt said that because they are serious now, and the fact that they've spoken their love for each other, it's not a good thing for Brittany to continue the relationship without Santana knowing about this particular and important part of her.
Especially because it's a part that so heavily helps define who Brittany is, as well as the kind of person that she is continuously working towards being.
Brittany knows that Kurt's right, but after all of her super highs and drop down lows of the day, she's worried that this is just another thing that will dishearten her.
There have been so many things that she's realized lately, things about her and Santana, which make her heart race for so many different reasons.
She has got a drawer in Santana's room for her things, and a toothbrush in the cup by the sink in Santana's bathroom. She stays over at Santana's almost every night, going home only to feed, water, and scratch Lord Tubbington under his chin.
She's never really been this deep in a relationship before. Brittany's never had the ambition or desire to be, but she really enjoys where she is now, with Santana. Brittany's at that point where she loves Santana so much that she meant what she said; she wants to spend forever with her.
As amazing as that is, it's also one of the scariest things in the world. Every corner Brittany turns holds some potential to destroy what she's holding so dear, even though it seems like sometimes Santana makes it her life's mission to remind Brittany that she wants it just as much. It reinforces the notion that it's all absolutely and completely real.
Brittany's phone buzzes in her pocket and jars her, forcing her heavy thoughts to drift back to reality. She wrangles her phone from her pocket, getting it stuck some how more than once in the process to the point she almost misses the call. But then, her heart flips when she sees Santana's face smiling up from her screen.
Holding it to her ear, Brittany hears Santana's voice permeate down the line, a sexy husk that drives a blissful shiver through Brittany's veins.
"There's more than just a meal to eat with your name on it, baby, if you hurry up inside."
There's nothing else said, honestly any other words would just bog down the original ones and those light enough of a fire under Brittany to get her scrambling out of the car in the first place.
Her intended quick escape is halted when her body snags on the seatbelt that's still strapped across her chest. Brittany grunts at the pull and fumbles some more to unclick the contraption, silently cursing the fact that her supposed to be always trusty, but never is Civic, was built before the time of easy one press button seatbelt unlocks.
Freeing herself from the seatbelt finally, Brittany falls from the driver's seat from the momentum of the tug she gave, but manages to save herself from face planting onto the asphalt. Jumping up and dusting herself off, Brittany spots Ms. Sylvester, Santana's very strange and nosy neighbor, standing at her mailbox with a giant water bottle in one hand, sunglasses on her face despite the fact the sun is descending against the horizon, and a blue track suit.
Being the kind person she is, Brittany raises her hand to wave but doesn't get much further than straightening her hand out before Ms. Sylvester shakes her head and turns around to walk up the path to her own house, muttering something along the lines of "Surrounded by them."
Pushing that depressing interaction aside, Brittany rushes up to Santana's house and lets herself in through the door, immediately being overwhelmed with the smell of a delicious home cooked meal. She removes the basics of her uniform and proceeds to the kitchen where her chest pounds at the sight of Santana.
If anyone else were to see her, dressed in loose jeans and a grey top her feet bare and her face free of make up, they'd think it was nothing special. But casual Santana is one of Brittany's favorite things about her girl, besides everything, and it makes her so happy to know how comfortable they are with each other.
Santana spots Brittany come into the kitchen and sends her a smile, setting down the beers that she'd just retrieved from the refrigerator on the counter before stepping towards Brittany and wrapping her arms around her waist.
Just like that, Brittany sinks into it all.
The warmth, the happiness, the beauty, that feeling of home. It all surrounds Brittany the instant that she returns Santana's embrace and feels wet lips press into the skin of her neck. Words don't have to be exchanged for them to both understand them.
I missed you and I love you. Three little words that can mean their world.
A few minutes go by with Brittany helping Santana finish setting the table and brining dinner out before they sit down to enjoy it and their beers while casually discussing their individual days.
Brittany takes a sip of her beer after listening to Santana talk about her day, hearing the word twinkle and having it quickly remind her of the insults that Josh threw at her early, and reminding her of what Kurt had said about it all.
She's so deep in her mind that she doesn't realize Santana has been asking her anything until she feels the smaller woman slide smoothly into her lap, turned sideways, as she wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and gazes down at her in concerned affection.
Santana leans down and presses a kiss to Brittany's cheek and then her temple, stroking her fingers slowly through Brittany's hair and breathing in soft exhales against her temple. "Want to tell me what's bothering you so badly, honey?"
Her eyes are still closed behind tired eyelids and her breathing is soft and even, calmed by Santana's touch despite the racing of Brittany's pulse that she can feel at every point in her body. Brittany doesn't know where to start, but she knows that she has to start somewhere.
With a deep breath she wraps her arms tighter around Santana's waist and nods into her neck where Brittany's nose is buried. "Yeah, I do."
So she does. She tells Santana about it all. From the very start, how she began getting bullied by Josh Coleman and his band of idiot goons. How it progressively got worse shortly after she and Santana starting dating, but emphasizing that it was in no way Santana's fault. Until finally she catches her up on the events of today, all the while Santana sits and listens intently, stroking Brittany's hair reassuringly.
When Brittany's finished, Santana presses a kiss to her temple and her lips again. "I'm so sorry that's happened to you Britt, you're too good of a person for that, and an even better one for standing tall against them. I admit I had my suspicions about your coworkers because you've only ever talked about Kurt, but I'm so glad that you felt comfortable enough to share that with me. I'm so proud of you and your huge, incredible heart baby."
Brittany nods and smiles at her, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I just don't know what to do about it San."
Santana cups her chin and draws their eyes to each other again. "Do you want to bring up your concerns to your supervisor."
"I think that would just make it worse."
"We can find a way to right it Brittany, there's a way out there. Have you ever considered getting a different job?"
Brittany shrugs, "I have but there's Kurt. I don't want to leave him there, and besides I don't know if I'm good enough to do anything else."
"Oh baby," Santana coos, pressing her lips to Brittany's again. "You are good enough, you're better than good enough to do anything you want to. And I can do anything you need to help you get there. Just say the word."
"Thank you." Brittany says before she pulls Santana into an enveloping hug.
When they lean back, Santana glides their lips together for another long, deep kiss before she slides off of Brittany's lap and holds her hand out to her.
"Come on, let me take you to bed. You don't have to worry about anything but being loved by me tonight."
A smile splits across Brittany's lips. "I don't usually worry about that." She whispers before slipping her hand into Santana's and allowing her girlfriend to pull Brittany to her feet where she leads her to the bedroom.
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Several minutes spent between Santana and Brittany standing at the end of Santana's bed, wrapped up in each other and kissing slow and deep. Santana's hands are locked around the nape of Brittany's neck, long pale fingers are tangled and tugging at Santana's raven hair.
Moans and hums of content are traded between mouths. Santana is the first to glide her hands down Brittany's shoulders and then down her chest, undoing the buttons on her top as their lips remain locked. Brittany moans deeper as she feels Santana's hands tug the hems of her shirts out of her pants before dipping under the cotton material to touch her stomach.
Pants are undone and slid down legs as Santana's tongue strokes against Brittany's. Shirts are slid off shoulders as full lips press along a strong jaw. Brittany's undershirt is removed in one swift motion and she barely registers the second that Santana's lips aren't attached to her skin, with the way sure palms are angling along her sides.
They kiss again, slow and steady as the heat continues to build up between them, a dull throb becoming apparent between Brittany's legs. Incomparable desire etched in the dark of Santana's eyes. A pink lip is tugged between Santana's teeth, pulling it with her as she tilts her head back until she releases it with a soft pop.
Brittany's body shudders and her hands squeeze where they now rest on the hem of Santana's shirt. She's quick to remove it once she gains a little of her senses back, and the loose jeans follow shortly after. Once they both stand in just their bras and panties, Brittany's hands press into the small of Santana's back, pulling her closer until their bodies are flush.
Their lips part briefly and Brittany sighs. "Do I get my present now." Santana smiles against her lips and kisses them again.
"If it's what you really want but we don't have to do anything at all, and that would be okay too Brittany. I can love you and cherish you just by falling asleep with you in my arms."
Brittany nods, her hand dropping down to squeeze Santana's. "I know, but I want to share this with you San because I told you the truth, I want everything and anything with you."
Santana's lips descend on Brittany's, pulling her into that feeling of blissful and endless spinning. They part in a breathless gasp, warm ragged air expelling from their mouths.
"Okay, let me go get changed." Santana murmurs against Brittany's lips before pecking them again and turning to walk towards the bathroom, throwing a smirk over her shoulder because she knows Brittany is staring at her scantily clad ass, she is, and she wants to catch her, she does. Brittany's cheeks tint pink and Santana winks before she disappears.
When Santana reappears a few minutes later, those feelings of arousal spike tenfold in Brittany as she takes every precious inch of her girlfriend's unbelievable form in. Though she was expecting the sexy Santana Claus outfit, Brittany has to admit that this might be infinitely better.
Santana still has the red color scheme going on. From the red push up bra with patterned glittery sequins, to the red stockings attached to the black and red garter belt, the fabric draping from the waistband just long enough to scantily cover the black harness strapped to Santana's hips. Brittany's mouth goes dry, and all the heat in her body rushes directly between her legs as Santana takes a step towards her.
If Santana was wearing a pilot's hat and three-inch stilettos, Brittany might have had a heart attack at the occasion of a long aspired fantasy.
Then again, Santana in all her sultriness standing right in front of her? That's definitely the better outcome.
Santana steps close enough to reach out and touch, gliding her hands around Brittany's hips and giving the taller woman a more direct view of the appendage hanging from the harness between Santana's legs. The silicone dildo is about the same size as the one that Brittany normally packs and equally as thick. About the only difference is the color is purple instead of red, a stark contrast to the rest of Santana's ensemble but welcome nonetheless.
Brittany finds that it's extremely hot seeing Santana like this. Now she knows how Santana feels when she packs.
"Do you like?"
Brittany's eyes flicker up to meet dancing brown, a coy smirk playing at Santana's lips. She nods, still too surprised and excited by it all to utter a sound.
"Good, because when I bought it I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it's going to feel to use it." She steps closer until her arms are wrapped around Brittany's waist and their chests are pressed together, her lips brush across the shell of Brittany's ear. "How amazing it's going to feel being inside of you."
A groan leaves Brittany's lips, along with some kind of stuttered utterance of "San".
Santana's fingers work on the clasp of Brittany's bra. "Mine too? I love the way your hands feel on me, Britt."
Brittany is quick to follow Santana's action until both of their bras are removed and tossed aside. Another moan leaves one of their lips as both of their hands glide to cup breasts, palms rubbing over hardening nipples and fingertips playing across gratuitous swells of flesh. Santana's hips grind forward and Brittany moans at the feeling of hard silicone pressing so close to her aching center.
"Can you turn around for me?" Brittany doesn't even have to think about that question before she's doing it, Santana keeping her as close as possible still until her back is pressed up against Santana's front, firm breasts and stiff nipples gliding along the skin there.
Santana's rises on her tiptoes to trail kisses across Brittany's shoulder and collarbone, sloping up the column of her neck as her hands caress the skin of her stomach before ghosting upwards to cup Brittany's breasts. The dildo presses hard against the curve of Brittany's ass, her hips rocking back into the contact, desperate for sweet pressure. Santana sucks at the flesh of Brittany's neck as she tugs on each of Brittany's nipples, causing her girl to shake in her arms and release a whimpered moan.
She's so much more than turned on. Santana takes a step back, the contact disappearing between their bodies and forcing a whine of displeasure from Brittany until she feels Santana's fingers hook into the band of her panties.
"Wanna take these off?"
Brittany is quick to hook her own thumbs into the band and tug the garment down her legs, bending at her hips to get them all the way past her ankles and stepping out of them when she feels Santana press into her from behind again.
Wet kisses are placed up the length of Brittany's spine and Santana's voice is rough and raspy as she rolls her hips forward and forces the dildo between Brittany's bare ass cheeks. Another surge of arousal throbs from Brittany's sex.
"Do you trust me?" Santana rasps with her lips inches from Brittany's ear.
The reply is a quick nod from Brittany and a squeak of approval. Santana leans further forward, slow and steady until she can take the lobe of Brittany's ear in her mouth and suck, running her tongue across the shell and over the spot just below the ear, the spot that makes Brittany's body ripe with want.
Santana's hands rest firmly on Brittany's hipbones when she murmurs again into Brittany's ear. "I want to take you, like this." Emphasizing her point, just in case it wasn't obvious, by pressing her hand firmly into Brittany's stomach to force her girl's hips into the roll of her own. Brittany moans again and nods, shaky and practically spent from the anticipation but still so turned on.
The next time Santana pulls away from Brittany, she guides her to the bed and helps her climb onto it with shaky limbs, fluffing the pillows and rearranging the duvet until Brittany is lying flat on her stomach, face turned to the side as it rests on a pillow, her hands pressed into the mattress next to the pillow. In one quick motion, Santana removes her garter belt and stockings, not wanting anything to get in the way of her feeling every part of Brittany that she can.
Once free from it all and with nothing but the harness strapped to her hips, Santana crawls onto the bed and hovers over Brittany on all fours. She leans down and tenderly presses kisses all across Brittany's back, her sides and ribs, and sweeps her hair off to one side to press a kiss to the nape of Brittany's neck.
"I'm going to get you ready baby." Santana whispers at the same time her left hand glides down the small of Brittany's back and over the curve of her ass until Santana is leaning back and spreading Brittany's legs before her, resting on her calves between them. Her eyes trail over the firmness of Brittany's finely shaped ass until they fall upon Brittany's glistening and flushed pink sex.
Santana moans and bites her lip, the sight sending a shockwave of arousal through her body. Her fingers angle between Brittany's legs until she's running them through drenched folds, parting her effortlessly and surrounding her fingers in warm moisture. The tips of her fingers glide forward and bump across Brittany's bundle of nerves, pulling a cry of excitement and pleasure from thin pink lips.
She teases the nub with slow circles, before Santana's fingers slip back down to Brittany's entrance. Her fingertips entice Brittany until her thighs are shaking on both sides of Santana's knees, and she finally pushes two fingers into Brittany's waiting core.
Her fingers meet tight resistance, Brittany's walls clenching harder the further Santana sinks them inside of her. She leans forward and rests her forehead against the small of Brittany's back.
"Oh Britt, you're so perfectly tight. You're going to feel so good once I'm inside of you." Santana breathes against Brittany's skin while her fingers slid deeper inside of Brittany's hot velvet walls. Brittany whimpers into the pillow, her face turned to the side just enough to breathe, the rest of her features screwed up in pleasure.
After several slow pumps of Santana's fingers, she gently adds a third finger, stretching Brittany wider, her own body shivering at the moan of approval that echoes throughout the room as it leaves Brittany's lips in a loud rush. Her hips thrust back into Santana's fingers, her fists gripping tight to the sheet underneath them.
When Santana's fingers slow deep inside of her, Brittany's stomach tightens with every other muscle in her body.
"Oh, god, San, oh-oh yes."
"I think you're ready for me babe." Santana breathes across the skin of Brittany's back before slowly removing her fingers from between her girlfriend's legs and immediately wrapping them around the fake shaft between her own. Santana coats the dildo in Brittany's arousal before aligning the tip back up with her girl's dripping entrance.
"Ugh, mmm!" Brittany groans as Santana eases the toy inside of her clenching walls.
Santana's body flushes and her mouth drops open in a pant as she marvels at the way Brittany's tight walls stretch to accommodate the hardness sinking inside of her, while still squeezing so deliciously tight around the girth. Pushed a few inches in, Santana pauses to allow Brittany to get used to being as full as she is before she shifts her hips and braces her hand next to Brittany's ribs.
Leaning forward until she can use both of her hands to brace herself, Santana hovers just a few inches above Brittany, her hips slowly easing further forward to continue sheathing the dildo deeper inside of her girlfriend.
As Santana's hips meet the curve of Brittany's backside, full lips are pressed wetly to the juncture of a pale neck and collarbone as the silicone rests fully inside of Brittany's massaging velvet walls.
"Ungh, b-abe." Brittany's hands, arms still bent at the elbows and resting close to her pillow, grip desperately at the bed spread beneath them. Her forehead is creased in pleasure, her lips parted in a silent gasp of approval.
"Are you okay?" Santana inquires, her voice a caring soft whisper an inch from Brittany's ear, her hips stilled and her body unmoving.
Brittany nods and gasps "So d-deep" pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, fluttering her eyelids a little to expose the dark blue that rests underneath them. Santana's stomach quakes at the pure look of desire she sees in those dark eyes and every ounce of equal want she possesses surges through her. Santana smiles and presses a kiss to Brittany's left shoulder blade before she experimentally rolls her hips.
A moan of pleasure flies from Brittany's lips at the action, her hands gripping tighter at the bedding under her fingers. "Oh God…yes."
Santana shifts her left hand closer to Brittany's hip, changing her position just enough to angle her hips that much deeper and easier before she draws them back until she can see everything but the head of the dildo gleaming in Brittany's arousal. With a groan she rolls her hips forward again, sinking the toy back deep inside.
This time a squeak pops from Brittany's lips as the tip of the toy glides across her G-spot. "San, ugh, hmm, there-there!" she cries, her hips arching off the bed to meet Santana's thrusts in an attempt to have her hit that spot again. Santana seems to understand and rolls her hips harder the next time she sinks the dildo inside of Brittany, making sure to brush that spot again and again every time she pumps the fake length into Brittany's sex.
She can feel Brittany getting tighter and tighter around the silicone thrusting between her legs, the other end bumping into Santana's clit every time her hips meet the curve of Brittany's ass.
"Hmm, baby you feel so good. You're beautiful. I love you so much. I love making love to you." Santana murmurs into the skin at the center of Brittany's back where her cheek is now pressed as her legs are supporting the erratic pumping of her hips, her back bowed to get that deeper angle.
Brittany's hand reaches out to find the one that is not bracing Santana's body up and she squeezes tightly, making brown eyes drift up to watch Brittany's angelic face contort in pure bliss the closer she gets to her release. Santana slows the roll of her hips, until she's just gliding the dildo leisurely in and out of Brittany, feeling the way Brittany's walls clench tighter and tighter around the hardness until she tips over the edge.
"Sa-oh-Santana!" Brittany's voice cracks on the 'a' as her face twists to bury into the pillow and her hips still their movement. As Brittany's body stills beneath her, Santana wraps her now free left hand under her and presses her palm into Brittany's stomach rolling her hips just enough so the clenching that Brittany's tight walls are providing around the shaft force the back of the dildo to bump repeatedly into Santana's clit until she follows her girl into the land of releases.
"Oh shi-Britt, ugh." Santana moans as her own orgasm spreads through her.
They breathe in silence, Brittany's thighs still quivering with aftershocks a few minutes after her release. Santana's warm and content in her place lying on top of Brittany. When Brittany lets out her content sigh, signification that she has recovered from her orgasm, Santana presses kisses to her back as she shifts back to kneeling between spread and toned thighs.
With her hand resting gently on the curve of Brittany's ass, Santana leans back just enough to slide the dildo out from between thighs covered in Brittany's wetness. As it slips from Brittany's sex, Santana groans again at the sight in front of her before she sighs and leans down to press kisses against each of Brittany's back dimples.
Five minutes later finds them both naked and cuddling, harness free, under the covers. Resting on their sides, Santana scooted up behind Brittany in the big spoon position, peppering smooth porcelain skin with kisses, her arm draped over Brittany's side and held tightly to Brittany's chest by two pale hands.
Just as Santana closes her eyes expecting to drift off to sleep, a loud buzzing sounds from the bedside table. It's followed shortly after by the drunken version of "Don't Rain on My Parade" courtesy Rachel Berry, and thanks to Santana's ringtone setting skills. Brittany groans from her comfy spot, not wanting to move but the phone is incessant and eventually she sighs and shifts far enough to grab it and pull it to her ear.
One "Hello?" later and Santana is suddenly watching Brittany jerk up in bed.
She hears Brittany's side of the conversation, frantic and panicked as she rises into a seated position and scoots up behind Brittany, rubbing her hands up and down Brittany's tensed biceps and kissing across her clavicle.
"What? Why?" Brittany asks. "I don't know if that's a good idea…because I just don't like it…" she pauses again, "what, no….fine. Yes, I'll call you tomorrow."
When Brittany finally hangs up, Santana can tell that the content that she felt only moments ago is slowly draining out of her body. She wraps her arms around Brittany's waist and leans her head over her shoulder to place a kiss against a pale cheek.
She waits patiently until Brittany is ready to tell her what's up.
The words that Brittany finally says are not even remotely close to what Santana was expecting. Plus, she's not completely sure how she feels about them.
"That was Brett, he's at my parents. They…they want me to come home."
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Okay, so there's that. You're welcome to share your thoughts about the bullies, I always enjoy hearing your thoughts! And thank you again!
Also, fic rec, if you didn't check it out already LeighKelly's "Couldn't Stay Away, Couldn't Fight It" one-shot is a spot on awesome interpretation of the recent Brittana episode 100 spoilers. You should check that out (and anything else from her) because it's awesome and she's an amazing writer!