A/N: So erm, yeah, this is the main reason this story is rated M. What else can I say? :P

Part Nine

"You're such an asshole!" she said slapping him before grabbing his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. She shoved him backwards and stormed into her bedroom. "Are we gunna do this or what?" she called to him.

"Do what?" he asked, angry and confused as he followed her into the bedroom.

"I want you" she said shoving his back to the wall, "Now"

"I thought you were pissed at me?"

"Angry sex is better than angry fighting,"

"Who says I even want you anymore?"

"Who really cares if you do? If you don't take the chance now and we're not together in the morning, you're not getting laid for a very long time…"

A mixture of extreme guilt and satisfaction welled up inside of him as he thought about just how wrong she was. But she had a point; he might as well make the most of whatever time they had left.

"Fine." He stepped forwards from the wall and began pushing her backwards towards the bed. "But I still think you're a bitch," he told her, unzipping her dress, "and there's one condition."

"What's that?" she asked him unbuttoning his jeans and putting her hand into his boxer shorts.

"Don't you fucking dare think about him," he told her, putting as much anger into the final syllable as possible.

"Fine, but you don't fucking think about Quinn either, deal?"

"I can promise that," he told her smirking, images of Brittany flashing through his mind instead. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing forcefully and holding her tight to him.

He ripped her dress off, eager to reveal as much skin as he possibly could, she grinned seductively before pinning him to the bed, straddling his lap and beginning to grind her crotch against his.

"Wow," he whispered, mesmerised by Brittany's movements. She swayed and rubbed herself against him gracefully to the rhythm of the music, slowly at first but gradually faster, as if she was dancing on top of him.

She danced until her muscles began to ache, allowing the rhythm of the music to envelop her, all her thoughts banished from her mind. Nothing else was left in the world, only the music and her body. It moved instinctively, as if she was just a puppet on a string.

She closed her eyes even tighter, unable to focus, her body becoming tired and weak. Even the music disappeared from her consciousness until all she was aware of was falling, falling into darkness, then a pair of arms, thin and slender but secure, enveloping her until she faded into nothingness.

She awoke, energy drained from her, to a pair of deep brown eyes gazing into hers.

"Santana, what are you doing here?"

"I missed you," tears were forming in both of their eyes. Brittany sat up and felt dizzy; she reached for her bottle of water and drank the entire two litres without taking a breath. She sat staring into the mirror for what felt like hours, Santana watching her carefully. Eventually her strength returned to her, at least enough to be able to focus, anyway. She turned to face Santana, unsure of what to say but Santana spoke first, "I saw you dance, it was… Beautiful, well, I saw some of it, it was only a few minutes of it and then you just kind of swayed on the spot with your eyes closed. I'll admit it was sort of weird, then you just like, collapsed, I only just caught you"

"Oh," She didn't really know what else to say to her so she just sat in silence; eventually a thought occurred to her, "What time is it?"

Santana pulled out her phone and checked the time, "It's about five past six," she told her, standing up and walking over to the bed. She kicked off her shoes and sat down, staring at Brittany intently.

"Really?" she asked surprised, "How long have you been here for?"

"About ten minutes, I let myself in,"

"Oh," 'ten minutes?' if it was only five past six that meant she had only been dancing for about half an hour, it felt like an eternity.

"Listen Brit," Santana started, hesitating while trying to find her words, Brittany didn't want to hear it though, for some reason there was only one thing she wanted to do and that was the only thing she was going to do.

"Shut up, don't talk," she said, standing up.

"What?" Santana looked offended but Brittany ignored her. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her bare chest and walked towards Santana, whose mouth was suddenly half open as if she had never seen Brittany like this before.

"Don't talk, let's fuck," she said before straddling Santana, pushing her backwards onto the bed and placing a soft kiss on her lips. She sat upright and pulled off Santana's top, throwing it to the floor.

She ran her hands down his now bare chest and began following the trail her fingers left with tiny kisses, she reached his pants and grabbed his crotch, making him gasp.

"Oh fuck!" he breathed and she giggled.

"This is going to be fun," she told him with a wink, she began stroking his crotch through the fabric, teasing him and biting her bottom lip. This drove him crazy and his patience evaporated, he sat up and in one swift movement, wrapped an arm around her, lifting her into the air before spinning them around and falling back to the bed, him now on top of her. He began to plant kisses along her jaw and down her neck, then down her chest leaving a trail of kisses between her breasts, continuing down to her belly button.

Rachel let out an audible gasp as his kisses reached the hem of her underwear, she placed a hand on his head and he knew she was willing him to go further. 'Not yet,' he thought, relishing the torment the waiting put her through, he kissed back up her, following the path he left on the way down. His lips found hers again and as their tongues met he felt her nails digging into his shoulder blades, pleasure shooting through him.

He rolled them both over so she was on top of him; he found the clasp of her bra and undid it. She pulled it off without hesitation, throwing it to the other side of the room. His lips found her nipple, and she began to run her hands through his hair, pressing him closer to her chest.

She moaned as he bit lightly on her nipple, and he looked up at her with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Oh you want to play it like that?" she said, with faux anger. He grinned again and she pulled him into a deep kiss, biting his lip as he started to pull away. His hand slid down her stomach until it found the hem of her underwear, he stalled and she looked at him pleadingly, he began to run the tip of his finger back and forth along the hem. She arched upwards, her body begging for satisfaction but he continued to tease her. "Please!" she half moaned, and a wide grin formed on his face, he began to run his hand back upwards, over her stomach, but Brittany was too impatient. She grabbed his hand and forced it into her underwear.

He felt the warmth radiating from her, and relented to show her mercy. He slid one finger inside of her, slowly pumping, he then added a second and began to speed up, curling his fingers slightly as he began to pull backwards after each thrust.

She began to moan loudly and Santana started to tug at her underwear, Brittany arched her back slightly to allow them to be removed. Santana began to kiss her stomach slowly inching downwards; Brittany placed a hand on the top of her head and forced her downwards. Santana took the hint and without hesitation her fingers and her tongue began working in unison. She put her other hand onto Brittany's stomach, holding her body to the bed. Santana was so well practised it took less than a minute for Brittany to begin quaking and pleasure rocked her entire body as she climaxed.

Santana looked up at her grinning and Brittany placed a hand under her chin pulling her upwards into another kiss.

She rolled him back over onto his back and started making a new trail of kisses down his chest.

"It's your turn now," She told him, winking again. She reached her hand into his shorts and a gasp escaped his lips, she gripped it tightly and pulled it out of his shorts. She grinned at him and began stroking it slowly, building up the tension. He was so hard that she could feel his pulse in her hand and she became even more turned on. She began to kiss slowly up his shaft and then licked the tip lightly before taking it into her mouth.

He closed his eyes and felt her lips moving up and down, she moved her free hand to his and wound their fingers together. She started to speed up her tongue still gently licking as she moved up and down the shaft.

"Stop," he half moaned as he began feel close to the peak.

"Was I doing it wrong?" she asked seeming slightly hurt.

"No, no, of course not, I was just getting really close,"

"Oh" she grinned and he pulled her back towards him kissing her softly, feeling nothing but love.

She pulled away from the kiss and moved downwards again, taking him in her mouth once more, this time more slowly. She stopped just as he began to feel close again and she began straddling him, kissing him forcefully.

He wound his hand through her hair holding her closer. She pulled back and stared into his eyes.

"Tell me you love me," she commanded.

"I love you, Rachel," he said, willing her to believe him. He wasn't lying, but when he said it, when he looked at her, he felt nothing but the dangerous mix of anger and lust.

"Good," she said, before grabbing him and sliding down onto him. He let out a slight moan as he felt her around him and she started sliding up and down, biting at his neck.

She moved away from his neck, sitting up and then rocked back and forth, looking like she was dancing again. He ran his hands over her breasts as she began to moan, the volume increasing quickly, he pulled her down into a kiss to silence her and then rolled them over so he was on top.

"Try keep it down, someone will hear," he told her, smirking as she began to blush. She wrapped her legs around his torso as he began to thrust into her, taking control. He slowed down, moving backwards so that he almost pulled out and then thrust into her powerfully causing her to bite down hard on his shoulder, trying to supress a loud moan without much success.

Santana smirked at Brittany being unable to hold back and began grinding against her even harder. Their lips met again and Brittany felt her jaw begin to ache from kissing so passionately.

She felt Santana's body quake as she climaxed again moaning loudly into Brittany's mouth.

"I love you," Brittany said as Santana pulled back from the kiss to take a breath.

"I love you, too" he told her, and began thrusting harder. He felt Brittany tense and a moan began to escape her mouth but he silenced it with another kiss. She dug her nails into him scratching down his back as she came, almost sending Finn over the edge. He continued to thrust into her as she came down from her high before finally erupting himself.

They lay in silence, recovering while Finn stroked Brittany's hair. They both began to tire and drifted to sleep, cradled in each other's arms.

A/N: The way I originally wrote this, it was a little hard to follow but I did edited it a bit to try and make it more obvious just in case, but sorry if you got a bit lost. Thanks for reading, next chapter in a couple of days.