Brittany pulled into Santana's driveway. Her eyes darted to the house, scanning to see if there were any signs that her parents were home. Brittany gently squeezed Santana's knee hoping that Santana would wake easily. She admiringly studied her sun kissed face. Santana looked so peaceful that she did not want to abruptly wake her. Planting a soft kiss on Santana's forehead and leaving a featherlike trail of pecks towards her supple lips, Brittany cooed, "Tana, baby we're home. Wake up and let's get you upstairs. I hope we don't run into your parents."
"Away.. trip...weekend," Santana mumbled. Her eyes slowly opened, unknowingly making Brittany's heart flutter with the same beat of her eyelashes as the Latina tried to bat the sleep from her eyes. "Hmmm.. strawberry shortcake." Santana licked her lips before wrapping her hands around Brittany's neck and pulling her in for a long, engaging kiss. Brittany couldn't help but feel her body melting in anticipation, a soft moan released into Santana's welcoming mouth. Santana lightly massaged the baby hair on Brittany's nape and bit down on Brittany's lower lip as she pulled away. She grazed her fingertips down Brittany's chest, knowing that she had brushed against her perky nipples. Santana closed her eyes and sank back into the car seat, her lips curling up into a peaceful smile. Faking sleep and fatigue, she eagerly awaited for Brittany to make her next move. Keeping her eyes tightly shut, she listened for Brittany's movement.
Santana left Brittany breathless. She exited the car and walked briskly towards the passenger door. Smoothing down her clothing, she cleared her throat before opening the car door. Reaching down to unlatch the car seat buckle, she deviously allowed her hands to wander along Santana's inner thighs as she pulled her legs towards her. Wrapping her arms around Santana's waist she pulled Santana into a lazy standing position, resting half of her weight against the car's door frame. Santana, still pretending to be too overcome by fatigue, wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist and with open hands, allowed them to rest on the curves of Brittany's butt.
"Many.. drinks.. need.. bed.. sleep." Santana smiled inwardly and was quite shocked at how well she could play a sleepy drunk.
"Can you walk?" Brittany caressed Santana's check with her thumb. When Santana did not respond, she took Santana into her arms, swooping her off her feet, holding her close like a baby. Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, listening to the jingle of her keys as Brittany carried her towards the front door.
"Brit... you smell good." Santana inhaled slowly as she buried her face into the crook of Brittany's neck. Brittany's knees grew weak as she felt Santana breathe against her skin.
"Almost there." Brittany bumped into Santana's door, happy that the door was not shut tightly and that the room was on the first floor. She exhaled as she carried Santana through the door, a little disappointed that Santana was fast asleep. Brittany carefully placed Santana on the bed and excused herself from the room.
"I'm just going to make sure that all your doors are locked," Brittany said just loud enough for Santana to hear in case she was awake.
Once Santana heard Brittany leave the room her eyes flew open. "Oh Brit," she murmured as she felt tears run down her cheeks and a pain tug at her heart. It was no wonder Brittany was late to the party. Santana saw red and white rose petals covering every inch of her room. There was a platter of chocolate covered strawberries on her bed side table next to a specially made lamp that shot specks of swirling dots onto the ceiling and walls. She walked over to her computer table and saw a large arrow drawn on pink paper pointing towards a mp3 player. Scribbled onto a post-it note she read "press play". Cautiously she pressed the button and calming music played through the attached speakers. Surveying the room she noticed an unfamiliar book laying on her pillows. Written in neat penmanship she read, "The Story of Us: Just the Beginning." She carefully picked up the book and flipped through the pages to discover that Brittany had made a scrapbook filled with pictures of them together dating back to their freshman year. Santana never felt so loved in her life. She never knew anyone was capable of caring for another person so passionately and wholly. Guilt filled her conscious as she remembered how rude she had treated Brittany at the party. Hearing the sound of Brittany approaching, Santana quickly set the scrapbook down on a table and moved behind the open door. Just as the blonde walked pass, Santana stepped behind her and endearingly wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist.
"Don't. Move. A. Muscle." Santana ordered seductively. Pressing her lips against the shell of her ear she continued, "I'm so sorry for acting like a jerk. It's inexcusable." Santana kissed the small area behind her ear. "I love you. I love everything about you." Santana placed a wet kiss on her shoulder. "How you care for others so genuinely. I love you." Santana patiently ran her fingers along Brittany's side and abdomen while sweetly placing kisses along the exposed skin behind her neck and shoulder blades. "How you always manage to take my pain away. I love you." She ran her hands up Brittany's back, gave her shoulders a squeeze, and continued down her arms until she intertwined her fingers with Brittany's. "I love you."
Brittany felt heat radiating from every inch of her flesh. Santana's ginger touches made her feel dizzy and light. Her knees were seconds away from buckling. Santana guided her towards the bed and sat her down at the edge. Brittany had the look of confusion on her face.
"I thought you were drunk and sleepy." Brittany questioned. Santana knelt in front of her, staring intently into her eyes.
"I'm very much awake and only drunk off your love. Besides, don't you have a present to give me?" Knowing she had said something so cheesy, before Brittany can say another word, Santana affectionately pulled her in for a kiss. They kissed with a hunger so intoxicating and passionate, confessing their love for each other without words. Santana cupped Brittany's face with her hands, tilting her head to gain leverage against Brittany's equally desperate tongue. Brittany parted her legs, entangled her hands into Santana's silky smooth hair, and playfully tugged Santana into her. She hoped that she didn't hurt Santana too much. Santana let out a whimper responding to Brittany's increasing roughness, enjoying the electrifying feeling of slender fingers greedily caressing every inch of her within reach.
"Brit.." Santana huffed, thinking only that she hungered for more. "Brit.." They pulled away from each other, both gasping for air but never taking their eyes off each other. Brittany, now holding Santana's hand to her heart, pulled her up so that they were at eye level.
"I forgive you for being a jerk." Brittany responded as she placed a kiss on her chin. "I forgive you for pretending that you didn't notice me when I finally showed up." She placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "And I'm forgiving you now for the next time you make my heart hurt."
Santana, so overcome with emotions, didn't know how to exactly express what she wanted to say. She spent too many years bottling up her emotions and rarely showed her soft side that even with Brittany, she struggled to formulate an intelligible response.
Santana placed her hands on Brittany's knees to support her as she stood. Looking deep into Brittany's eyes as if she was seeing into her soul, with unwavering conviction she whispered, "I'm yours." Before their lips connected Santana placed her hand behind Brittany's head and softly guided her onto the bed.
How are you liking it so far? I'm debating if I should push the rating up to M. Any thoughts? Thanks for reading :)