A/N: This chapter is in Brittany's POV again, and also definitely more deserving of the "M" rating than the previous… so consider yourself warned! Thanks for the kind reviews and alert settings!

I woke up to the feeling of soft lips brushing my cheek and a hand caressing my arm. I smiled and as I opened my eyes, they were greeted by soft, smiling brown ones.

"Good morning, beautiful."

I blushed, "Good morning yourself."

I gave her a light peck on the lips and sat up, rubbing my eyes out.

"Ugh, what time is it?"

"11:45."

"Damn, how did I sleep that late? How long have you been up?"

"Only about half an hour or so. And it's okay, after all, you did stay up a little late." She smirked at me and I threw a pillow at her, hitting her squarely in the face.

"Yeah, and that, my lady, I blame on you!"

"Hmmm, well Britt, you didn't seem to really mind last night when you were moaning my name. That, by the way, was totally hot." She had crawled over and into me, kissing me hard and started to lay me down on the bed. I didn't fight back, and let her lips and fingers trace the contours of my body as I replayed many of the events from the previous night.

I told her I'm in love with her.

I smiled as I remembered her reaction.

She stared at me, liquid slowly collecting in her eyes.

"So in love," I whispered again.

"Brittany, I know I've already told you this, but I love you too."

She kissed me, repeatedly pulling away to say those three words, over and over again.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

I couldn't help but laugh at her as I returned the kisses fervently.

I was brought back to the present by an excessively drawn out assault on my neck, in just the spot that she had discovered drove me wild. I gasped slightly and started massing the back of her shoulders as she shifted on top of me, getting more adventurous with her hands.

I drifted off into the memory of last night once again. We hadn't made love the night before. I think we were both too emotionally spent from the events of the day to take another huge step like that. We rolled and thrashed around in each others' arms, crashing into lips and breasts and skin for hours though. Our breaths were heated, as were we. It just didn't seem necessary to either of us to go quite that far. It was absolutely perfect.

"Brittany..."

Santana's heaving, breathing moan pulled me back towards her lips. Both of us were still topless. We slept that way. And I could feel Santana's hardening nipples pushing on my chest and stomach as she took my bottom lip in her mouth, painting it with her tongue. I was suddenly aware of how into this she was, and so I decided to act. I ran a hand down her side, past her ass and to her outer thigh, gently massaging it until I pulled her leg up and out, bringing her hips lower and into me. I consciously raise my leg and start a rhythm of my thigh into her center, massaging her lower back to the same beat. I feel her moaning and groaning into the breast that she has latched around, and I start feeling myself get very hot and bothered.

"God San…" I gasped as I felt her bite down onto my nipple and my hips naturally started grinding against hers in want. Her hands lit up my torso as they felt all over my stomach, sides and breasts. I was growing wetter by the second, and I began to get the feeling that we were going to finish what we didn't quite get to last night. I wanted to feel her all over me. Even though I told her that I was ready for this, I knew she probably wouldn't make the first move. With everything that happened the night before, she let me take the lead. I moved my hands off of her thighs and back and ran them down her arms until I linked both of our hands. She kept up her work on my breasts as I pulled our hands onto my stomach.

I flattened both of her hands on my stomach, placing my hands on top of hers and slowly started sliding one down towards the top of my shorts.

"Santana..." I breathed, barely audible.

Her head tilted upward and the look in her eyes was indescribable, still while running circles with her tongue around my nipple. I slid her hand a few inches further. Our fingers, directly on top of each other, had just peeked under the waistband and my breath caught.

I want this more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

"Santana... please..."

She lifted her body up the bed towards me and wrapped her free hand around my neck, pulling me in for a heated kiss that made me want her even more. I could feel my thong begin to get soaked and the feeling of her thigh pressing into me was making me head spin. My breathing became very thick, very heavy. I moaned again, gasping for air.

"Santana, please, pleeeeaaasseee." I took in a huge, long breath at the end of this desiring moan as I felt her fingers moving, on their own, down into my shorts, under my thong and lightly caressing the outer lips of my center.

She started running her fingers through all of my wetness, back and forth and all around, very lightly. Teasing me.

I could feel her smile seductively at me as she trailed kisses down my chest and over my stomach.

"I love you." She whispered.

As she spoke those three simple words, she slipped her middle finger into my folds and rubbed it over my clit. My entire body jerked at the rush of sensation. She didn't waste any time, but she wasn't rough. She was so gentle. So loving. She dipped her finger into me, running it in circles inside of me, pressing on my clit with her thumb. My hands were now on her back, digging holes into her skin. The scene quickly moved from sensual and loving to carnal and urgent.

"Oh my god, baby... oh my god, oh my god!"

I hadn't even felt anything like this. This was unworldly. She began a slow but steady rhythm, and as I began getting closer, she added another finger.

My eyes were closed, my head tilted back and my mouth agape with pleasure. Moans and gasps and words spilling out of it uncontrollably. I felt myself growing closer and my words got louder and more desperate.

"Santana, oh... I'm going to... oh yes! I'm going to..."

"Come on baby, cum for me, let go baby, let go..."

She was whispering hot breath onto my ear and neck and she took the top of my ear into her mouth, running her teeth along it while she picked up the pace of her hand. She felt my walls contracting around her.

"Look at me, Britt... look at me."

I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly, meeting her brown orbs. She bit the bottom of her lip, and all the while, with me writhing in painful pleasure beneath her, I could still only think of her beauty.

I began to grind faster, faster. I was so close.

"Keep your eyes on me, Britt."

I nodded and moaned all at once.

"Ohhh, Santana, oh gooood yessss."

She was pumping her fingers in and out of me feverishly when she rubbed her thumb over my clit once more, sending me over the edge. I grabbed at her shoulders, trying to hold on as the waves of my orgasm came cycling through. I was sure I would fall off the world if it weren't for her, holding me.

She kissed me hard, but briefly as she then trailed her lips down my chin, neck, breasts, stomach. Her hands grabbed the top of the boxers she had worked inside of and pulled them down quickly, moving right back up and grasping my hips on either side, kissing her way up my thighs. Though I was still winded from my climax, I opened my legs and her face disappeared, kissing the inside of both thighs, licking up all of my wetness along the way. She ran her tongue from the bottom of my opening to my clit, which she promptly took into her mouth and sucked gently. Before even having the time to fully recover from the first one, I felt another rush of pleasure rising inside me.

"Fuck Santana! Oh yessss... mmm..."

She sucked all the way down, getting every bit of wetness that I let out. Sticking her tongue into me, she swirled it around and used her lips to apply pressure in all the right places. I was absolutely lost in this feeling. I came for the second time in under three minutes and I reached down, pulling her back up to me where I promptly flipped over and crawled on top of her, pulling her lips into mine.

"That was so amazing, Santana."

"Oh, I know." She winked.

"Really? You're going to be arrogant right now? And to think, I was going to return the favor..."

I know she didn't get my sarcasm because her face immediately dropped and she started trying to back pedal, all while my hands were gripping and pulling at her breasts.

"Oh, Brittany, I didn't mean it like that. I'm really glad that you enjoyed that and I would..."

"Santana, would you please just shut up? You're ruining the mood."

I smiled and kissed her. Without hesitation, I plunged my right hand into her shorts and began massaging her over her panties. My hand already had her all over it. She was wetter than I had been. A wave of confidence and mischief came over me and I began whispering in her ear while I played with her through the lacy material.

"Hmm, Santana, what's gotten you all hot and bothered?"

As I said this, I slid one lonely finger under her thong and rubbed the top of her mound while the rest of my hand kept rubbing her entire slit through her panties. She gasped and smiled at the same time, but remained speechless.

"Cat got your tongue?" I asked, smiling slightly.

Her wit, however, was still apparently fully intact as she replied, "Yeah well, you know, pussies seem to like my tongue."

I shook my head at her as I leaned down and sucked her neck, speaking through bites.

"Don't you dare ruin this with your sass, Santana."

She gasped again as I pushed the rest of my hand under the material and it was now massaging and roaming the area under her thong. Her hands hastily reached for my arms and she dug her nails into them, moaning loudly.

"Much better use of your vocal chords right now." I rasped.

"Shit, Brittany, just do me already."

Her words turned me on all over again and I instantly pushed two fingers into her, hoping that I was doing it correctly. Her hips began grinding against my palm and a makeshift, but rough rhythm formed between our two bodies. Between gasps and heavy breathing she made out a complete sentence.

Only moments later, feeling all of her wetness in my hand and seeing her sweaty body squirming under me, I found a desire I didn't know I had. I pulled her shorts down to her knee, as far as I could, with my free hand and kissed my way down her stomach. She kicked off her shorts and underwear without hesitation.

"Britt, you don't have… to… just because I…"

But she immediately grew quiet as I saw her throbbing clit and licked it, kissed it. Her silence lasted all of about three seconds, as she began moaning her way through her orgasm. I felt all of the blood rushing to the site of my lips and my fingers. She was bucking over and over again, and I tried to hold her hips to the bed with my free hand. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue, lightly at first, slightly uncertain. She was absolutely soaked and I licked most of it up as her body started to slow and her breathing began to regulate itself. I kissed her inner thigh and rolled off of her, lightly blowing on her warmth, sending goose bumps over her stomach. I climbed up next to her and rolled her to her side, so her head was resting on my shoulder, running my fingertips over her taught stomah. I kissed her forehead and wrapped our legs into one another as we both tried to slow our hearts.

She placed her warm hand softly on the side of my face and guided my lips to hers. This kiss wasn't passionate and heated and deep like all the others. It was tender and full of love.

"I could stay like this, tangled with you, forever."

Those were her words, but they could have just as easily been mine.

We didn't say anything else for a while, and I must have dozed off at some point, because I was awaken by the distinctive sound of Santana's phone ringing. It was her ringer set for home, which I'd learned after years of being attached at her hip. I rolled off the bed and walked, still naked, across Santana's room to her phone to silence it. I didn't check the caller ID. I didn't have to.

Since Santana and I arrived back at my house, I had completely forgotten about what had happened with her family. About the fact that she, in essence, had run away to my house. I forgot she had been hit. I turned crawled back into the bed.

"What were you doing?" Santana hadn't woken up to her phone, so I had to fill her in.

"Reality."

"Oh."

She looked so saddened, and I curled up into her again, placing my hand on her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with my thumb.

"You should probably call your mom, baby. It could have been her checking on you. It is almost three now."

"Or it could have been my grandmother, calling to tell me I'm going to hell. And I don't really want to deal with that. Not now. Not when I'm this happy."

I smiled, knowing I was able to make her that happy. She kissed me once again and rolled over, standing up and clawing around for her clothes.

"What are you doing, baby? Come back to bed! I want to kiss on you some more!" I flashed the most innocent smile I could muster and she laughed at me.

"I want you to as well, but all this physical exertion has made me hungry! You stay here." She walked over, took my hand, and kissed the back of it. "I'm gonna run down the street and get something for us to eat. Stay here, and I'll be back before you know it."

"Yes ma'am!" I said laughing, thankful to be with her.

She grabbed my car keys, waving them in my direction so I knew she was taking my car, and headed down the stairs and out the front door. Not ten seconds after I heard her leave my phone rang. It was Santana's ring tone, and I had to laugh. I crawled over to the end of the bed and reached down to get it, flipping it open.

"And what do you want?" I said with a giggle.

"You. Naked, still. Don't you dare get dressed. I want that beautiful body to be the first thing I see when I get back."

I could feel her smiling through the phone and I knew she could tell the same about me.

"Oh, yes ma'am." I said, emphatically.