Hey guys! Back with a new chapter and with some little changes, you may have noticed the rating change, well it's indeed because of this exact chapter, after giving it some thought I've decided to post the smut chapter I wrote but was wary to post, like, what if you didn't like it? what if I'm a horrible smut writer and y'all hate me for it? but then I thought, to hell with it, Imma post it. So here I am with the chapter, I really hope you like it, and please, please, review with what you think, even if it is just this once and you don't ever review again (needy writer ladies and gents!) and now, off to read!
PS: thanks to my dear skittlevania13 for her last review, you're the awesome one cutie!
"Stay behind me, Brittany" veiled fairy said a little bit more harsh than necessary.
The blonde didn't dare to move and kept looking at the big gun the man, Artie, was holding shakily, pointed at them both.
"Won't do a lot that you're in the bullet's trajectory, Fairy, it will go through your body and leather like butter and kill her the same" he said with a sadistic look to his face.
"I'll take the risk" Santana spoke back, 'he doesn't know about the Kevlar? Is he really that dumb?' she thought.
Artie pointed the gun at the brunette woman, aiming also to hit Brittany at the same point, the stomach.
"If you're gonna shoot do it now, okay? I have other things to do" Santana mocked a bit; she knew she shouldn't make him angry but she couldn't hold it.
Artie shoot the gun and just like in the movies Santana saw the bullet get closer and closer, she looked at Brittany just a millisecond before the bullet hit her abdomen, surprising her and the blonde when it pierced the leather and the Kevlar and went into her stomach splashing a bit of blood from the entry point and not coming out from her back as it was supposed to, Santana with the last bit of strength took a razor blade from the back of her neck and threw it at the man, the blade, well aimed even though the circumstances, went through the man's chest, killing him immediately, Santana then fell to her knees, breathing hoarsely and clutching her bleeding stomach. Brittany ran to her the few feet and kneeled beside her.
"San, San what do I do, please don't die, please" the blonde begged.
"I'm... not gonna... die" Santana heaved "call... Clark, take my... earpiece and... push the button once, Chloe will answer"
Brittany did as she was told and carefully took the earpiece out of Santana's ear, putting it in her own, and pushed its button, waiting for the short blonde to answer.
"Yes veiled, what can I do for you?" Chloe spoke.
"Chloe, it's Brittany, Santana's been shot, we need Clark here now!" Brittany all but yelled.
"He's on his way, should be there in a couple of seconds" true to her word the tall man was there taking the bleeding brunette off the ground and telling Brittany to get on his back then taking off to the leather clad woman's apartment.
"Here we are" he said when he reached the brunette's bed and put her on it.
"What do we do now?" asked the blonde.
Santana spoke, but not loud enough for her to hear her, although Clark could do so and told her what she had said.
"She speaks about a book, one she has in the living room, it's a little one, white, leather, has no writings on the cover, back or side"
Brittany went to get it and found it rather quickly given the amount of books the woman had.
"Okay here it is San, what do I have to read?" Brittany asked.
"She says to read the last page written from December 1839" Clark spoke for the brunette.
Brittany found the last page, which happened to be a letter.
'Dear Santana,
I do know you will never get to know me, I am probably from so long ago, why do I know your name will you ask yourself, well dear, I asked for you to be called like me if you happened to have the mark that would make you the same as me, yes, I am like you, I have the powers as you may call them and I am called a hero in my time, although no one knows I am a woman,' Brittany decided to get to the point after this part 'as you may know dear, we are kind of immortal, but things do hurt us, pierce our skin and burn it, you know from other letter before this one that there will be one person, that one person who will be your soulmate, this soulmate will be able to heal you if you do find them, I remember once I got a cut on my shoulder and luckily my dear Antonio, my soulmate, was there; he kissed me, happy of my well being, and the cut was gone, just a scar was left of it, so I suggest you try this, kiss your soulmate when hurt and see if it has the same effect, I really do hope my letters are helping you in some way, I will write you in the future.
Goodbye my dear Santanita.
Ana Maria Lopez.'
The blonde finished reading and looked at Santana.
"So that's it? I have to kiss you and that's all?" Brittany asked, the brunette both shrugged and nodded letting the blonde know she didn't actually know.
"Well I... I'm gonna go now, Santana is in good hands and we both know she's not gonna die so... Bye girls" Clark spoke awkwardly before taking of the apartment.
Brittany put the letter in the book and it on top of the bedside table and they got into the bed with Santana, taking her mask off and then helping her out of the kevlar vest and the upper part of the suit when the brunette showed the strength to try and sit up to do so herself, leaving her in her leather pants and bra.
"Don't worry, it will be okay, I'm gonna kiss you now okay?" Brittany said.
"Wait" Santana rasped out in a whisper, stopping the blonde "the-the bullet, it didn't get out"
"How do I get it out?" Brittany asked.
"Make Clark come back, he can use his X-ray and see where it is, then take it out" Santana said.
Clark was back in a minute and did look at the bullet, taking it out fast enough so he didn't hurt the woman so much then he was gone again.
"Okay, now is when I kiss you right?" Brittany asked to the room more than to the other woman.
Santana nodded looking like it was taking all of her strength to keep her eyes open. Brittany got on the bed, beside the brunette and held herself on top of her, bending bit by bit until she was kissing the woman.
A few seconds later she separated herself and looked at the gunshot that was still there, maybe a little better thought, but still the same.
"It doesn't do anything" Brittany huffed frustrated.
"Keep kissing me, maybe it works" Santana spoke with a little smug smile.
Brittany did as she was told but this time she also carefully straddled the hurt woman's hips kissing her passionately and then looking again, it was practically the same but they both assumed it had to also heal her inner wounds so they kept going, Brittany got carried away and let her hands start to roam.
The blonde got off of the other woman and took her own shirt and the pants of the brunette's suit off with a bit of a fight for their tight hold on the girl's hips and legs, then got on top of her again and resumed their kissing while sneaking her hands behind her back and undoing her bra then her own one and taking both off, all this without stopping the kiss.
"Britt..." the dark eyed woman panted "what are you doing?"
"If kissing heals minor wounds then the next step has to heal major ones right?" the blue eyed asked.
"I think so... Where are you going with this?" Santana implored.
"What's the next step before kissing, San?" Brittany whispered sensually in the brunette's ear.
"M-making out?" Santana tried, the blonde shook her head "fooling around?" another no.
"Sex" the blonde whispered on Santana's ear.
The woman trembled and grabbed at the blondes back, pressing her against her body, not caring about her wound in this moment.
"San, be careful, I don't want to hurt you, okay?" Brittany entered caring mode.
"You won't hurt me, just go ahead woman, you've already turned me on, you can't stop now" Santana told her stubbornly.
Brittany moved her hand carefully between their bodies until she reached one of the other woman's breast, cupping it and making her shudder and moan lightly.
"Are you okay?" the blonde asked, thinking the moan of pain and not pleasure.
"Yes! Just, stop caring so much and do me already!" Santana voiced exasperated.
Brittany said nothing and put her hand back from where she took it off, this time kneading the others woman already pebbled nipple.
"Yes" Santana seethed biting her lip.
Brittany smiled and put her other hand to work with the other breast making Santana moan louder, though inexperienced, she went by what she herself liked and apparently it was turning the other woman into mush. She sat up a little and moved a few inches down on the brunette's legs, kissing her way down the woman's neck also finding her pulse point and sucking lightly on it, eliciting another pleasured sound out of her, then continued her way down kissing her upper chest and finally the top of her breasts, another sound being made by the brunette.
"Britt..." Santana whispered.
Brittany didn't look up, knowing it wasn't a sing for her to stop but to go further and continued her kissing until she found the still hard nipple, kissing it and making the woman she was on top of shudder and moan even louder, stretching her back slightly off the bed. Brittany took a leap of faith and took the hardened bud on her mouth, touching it with her tongue.
"Oh god, Britt" Santana moaned.
She kept licking and kneading the other bud and after a while changed breasts, eliciting the same sounds as before from the other woman.
"Brittany, I need you" Santana panted using her full name, letting her know she was serious.
"A pleasure" Brittany voiced.
She took her hand off the brunette's left breast and slid it all over her side, reaching her hip and also kneading it.
"Britt, really, stop with the teasing" Santana grunted starting to get annoyed.
The blonde then without any alert cupped the brunette's centre, feeling her wetness dripping the underwear that was still covering her, that was probably ruined.
"Oh my god!" the dark eyed exclaimed.
Brittany sat up again; this time moving beside the other woman and slowly took her underwear off, doing the same with her pants and her own.
"Brittany, I swear to god if you don't start fucking me already so help me- GOD!" Santana started to speak angrily but was stopped by a pair of fingers slipping through her moist folds and a thumb applying pressure to her clit.
Brittany smiled for the woman's exclamation and started to circle her thumb, creating little friction because of the high amount of wetness in the brunette's centre.
"Bri-itt... Ah, Britt please" the woman begged.
"What do you want San? Tell me" Brittany implored.
"I-inside!" Santana screamed.
Brittany decided that it was time to comply and she gathered some moisture from the other woman's folds and went to it, first circling her entrance and finally entering her, first with one finger and then adding another when she noticed the need in the other woman's pants.
"Britt... I... God... Faster... Harder..." Santana moaned after a few seconds.
Brittany did so and put her hips to the back of her hand to add more pressure, then tried something; she curled her fingers inside and watched the woman turn crazy.
"Ah! Britt! Yes, yes, yes! God, right there!" Santana screamed.
The blonde curled her fingers again and circled the neglected bundle of nerves a couple more of times and Santana came undone with a loud scream of her name.
"I didn't know you were such a religious woman" Brittany joked once Santana had stopped panting so hard.
"I'm not, but really, god Britt..." Santana spoke with an even more husky voice because of all the moaning and screaming "it's been so long..." she whispered.
"Since what? Since you had such good sex?" Brittany asked smugly.
"Since I had sex period" Santana stated.
"How long has it been?" Brittany asked.
"Since the three questions interview" Santana answered shyly.
"Oh my god Santana, it's been months since that" Brittany exclaimed.
"I know, it's just... I was already falling for you and I don't know... My mind made me feel bad every time I was gonna have a one night stand, like I was cheating you know?" Santana explained looking other way.
"Oh, San... I... Wow... I don't know what to say..." Brittany responded.
"I do, I love you" Santana said sincerely.
"I love you, too, hey how's the wound?" Brittany remembered the cause of all this and sat up to look a little over the woman's belly button. In the place of the gun shot was a clear scar, it was faded, like it had been there for years already.
"Well?" the brunette said.
"It's a scar, but it's like you were shot years ago not minutes" Brittany explained kissing said scar.
"That means you're a good healer;" Santana smiled smugly then said "cool, now I have a scar to brag to my girlfriend about"
"A girlfriend? And what will she say when she knows about this?" Brittany asked jokingly.
"I don't know, why don't we ask her?" Santana continued the joke.
"Better leave her cause I wants ya all to myself" Brittany tried speaking with a ghetto accent, failing slightly.
Santana lifted her eyebrow. "Ghetto? You're speaking ghetto to me?"
"Yeah, okay, I know I'm not as good as you but well..." Brittany trailed off blushing.
"You're so cute" Santana pinched one of her cheeks.
Brittany blushed and snuggled to hide it into the brunette's neck, who laughed.