So, I wrote this chapter on my phone whilst I was on 'holiday' in a static caravan…luckily Phee puts up with me when I'm attempting to type nearly a thousand words into a blackberry at 11pm! On that note, check PhoebeRivera my wonderful mutual beta out 'cause there are some big updates just around the corner! Although…this chapter is exactly how I sent it because Phee assured me it was perfect…I hope she is right: here we go!
The blonde dancer and the shorter Latina hovered outside the kitchen door; hands gripped more for the sake of the jittery Latina - Brittany had actually carried Santana down the last few steps due to several close calls.
Lynn couldn't bare it any longer:
"Is that you, sweetie? Breakfast is ready!"
As if on cue, Brittany's stomach rumbled loudly causing the nervous Latina to giggle. The tension was broken as the young girls breached the kitchen, still hand in hand.
As they entered, Santana noticed the kind smiles on Lynn and David's faces; feeling more accepted here than she ever had at home. Lynn couldn't help but grin when she saw the girls' joined hands, as they sat around the breakfast island in the centre of the kitchen.
The four ate in silence, the shaking Latina avoiding all eye contact. Once everyone had finished, David stood to clear the dishes, earning wary looks from the 3 women when he fumbled a glass. Santana knew she couldn't delay this any longer:
"I am SO sorry that we...um...y'know...your couch...umm..." She blushed furiously, despite what she may say about not being able to blush. Luckily Lynn completely understood;
"It doesn't matter, honey! We didn't want to disturb you when we came in as you both looked so peaceful." With the serious part out of the way and Santana visibly relaxing, Lynn joked; "Britt really tired you out then, eh?"
Whilst Lynn and David guffawed with laughter, the two younger girls looked positively horrified.
"Anyway, David and I have a dinner to attend which should give you girls time to figure things out, okay?"
Satisfied with nods, the elder Pierces gathered what they needed and made to leave. The two teens still looked horrified when the door clicked shut. Both were lost in private musing when they finally turned to look at each other. Brittany failed miserably at suppressing the bubble of laughter that rose at the disgusted look on the petite Latina's face. It took seconds for the pair to dissolve into fits of side-splitting laughter.
When the laughter died down electric blue eyes met dark, soulful orbs in a silent conversation, worth a thousand words. Brittany cupped Santana's warm cheeks with eyes glowing with affection and leant forward to capture the smaller girl's pouty lips in a slow, searing kiss. It came to an organic end, their foreheads resting together and Santana's hands resting lightly on the dancer's toned thighs.
"I love you, Britt-Britt," the Latina sighed, softly. She saw blue eyes widen in shock at the admission, but before she could panic the strong blonde pulled Santana into her lap and kissed her with so much raw emotion that the Latina FELT her love.
The kiss soon became heated and Brittany felt heat shoot straight to her core every time Santana shifted. She pulled back and saw dark eyes mirroring her arousal. As she lifted the small cheerleader onto the breakfast island she whispered,
"I love you too, let me show you," and she nipped her earlobe, eliciting a small whine from the tanned girl, who had spread her legs to accommodate the dancer.
They fit their lips back together and let their hands wander. In their rush to get changed they had both simply thrown on oversized sleep shirts and boy shorts.
Once these few items had been thrown to the floor, Brittany couldn't help but stop to admire the gorgeous body ready for the taking in front of her. She was subconsciously massaging the Latina's thighs and only realised when she laid back and moaned,
"Britt, please, I can't stand it...' Her voice was lowered with arousal. Brittany couldn't stand to tease her when she was like this so she ran a finger through the writhing girl's slick folds and leant over to suck a nipple into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth and nipping lightly. Santana gasped loudly and arched her back off of the cold surface,
"Oh God, Britt, fuck me! I need MORE!"
Brittany moaned at that, which sent vibrations through the Latina. Britt circled her clit, building the pressure, whilst Santana wrapped one hand in raven locks, and one hand in long blonde tresses. They were moaning loud enough to make Brittany thankful they had no neighbours.
Watching Santana toss and squirm beneath her lit a fire in Brittany's stomach. She suddenly had the urge to taste the writhing Latina.
"Britt-Britt I-I'm so - oh GOD - so close!"
This was her cue.
The lithe dancer shuffled back off the stool and moved her deft fingers to circle the Latina's dripping entrance. She drove three fingers deep into the squirming cheerleader, twisting her wrist and curling her fingers, whilst sucking Santana's hardened clit into her mouth. The Latina's hips bucked up as she tensed completely before screaming out; the orgasm hitting her like a freight train - but Brittany wasn't stopping there; she kept pumping and curling her fingers and began flicking her tongue in random patterns - throwing Santana straight into a second, more intense, orgasm.
Britt decided that this was her favourite way to see the smaller girl: her face contorted with ecstasy; her back arched, thrusting her full breasts in the air; hands gripping any available part of the tall blonde.
The dancer brought the smaller girl down slowly and only just smothered a chuckle at the Latina's startled expression.
"You look so hot right now..."
Santana rolled her eyes and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow -
"Aren't I always? That was - wow, just wow. Anyway, it's your turn baby!"