AN-So...
Don't hate me. Because this took aaaaaaaages for me to update. I had work and drinking and the olympics all up in my country. So i was a bit distracted.
Anyway, I reward you with a long chapter and a kiss.
AlessandraFelix- Believe it or not I know people like Puck. And took your advice about the paragraphs thanks :) hope this ones a little easier to read.
Fragar1991- I know! For some reason I've made Brittany always need to sleep. Apparently trying to make ice makes you soooo tired you can even fall asleep when theres a half naked Santana near you...
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Peaceagent15- there is so much sexual tension! I almost feel bad they haven't done anything yet...Almost. And I was laughing when I wrote that! Because I can imagine it happening :|
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Disclaimer-I keep telling you I don't own Glee. All mistakes are mine.
M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters.
Brittany's POV
I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. How can sleep sometimes make you more sleepy? Frowning into the dark of the cushion, trying to force myself back to sleep, when I felt a soft breath on the back of my neck. Oh it's just Santana. I lifted my head gently from the pillow. Wait what? Turning my head over my shoulder, blowing hair out of my face to see that it was indeed Santana. Who, at some point in the night, had decided that she would like to spoon me. She's too little to be the big spoon though. I'd do that job better I think. Blushing at the thought of wrapping my arms around the smaller girl.
After staring for longer that would ever be necessary. Trying to commit her sleeping form to memory, all the tension in her face completely gone. Slack jawed and breathing gently I can honestly say I've never seen someone look more beautiful, simply because at this moment she is at peace. Frowning as I remembered how quick she was to jump to my defence, against her own friends, how quick she got so enraged, how it consumed her. Well just like a fire I guess.
It almost seemed strange to see her so calm. I suppose people don't really do much when they sleep though. Are you going to keep staring at her? Because if you do sooner or later you're going to get cramp in your neck. Then you'll be in pain. It won't be fun!
Nope. Okay looks like I'm going to look at her for a little while longer then.
I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to touch her. Just to trace the contours of her parted lips, to drag my fingers lightly over her jaw line and memorize every bit of her that I could see. Which to be honest wasn't a lot. She seemed to have robbed most of the blanket covering us during the night, pulling them right up to her neck, leaving my legs the only thing under any cover. At least she left me that. She shifted ever so slightly and I took in a sharp gasp.
I all of a sudden became hyper aware that her arm was loosely draped around my waist, although her hand had grabbed a hold of the hem of my loose fitting top, tightening possessively every time I moved slightly. Rolling my eyes at the fact that I couldn't move freely, I began to appreciate the closeness of being entangled with Santana, revelling in just being alone with her for the moment. No drama. No fighting evil bad guys. Just us. Wait, is there even as us. Please for the love of all things sweet tell me that there is an us. Trying to resist entwining her hand in mine, leaving her slightly cuddling me.
I thought back to the previous day or night or maybe it's the same day. I have no idea what the time even is. And I can't see outside. These are some super blackout blinds. And considering the only form of light I could see was the soft glow of the embers in the corner, where when we went to sleep a small fire stood, there really was no indication of time. I think I've done well to see in such little light though.
I can definitely recall Santana kissing me on the cheek, at least I think that's what it was. One minute I was innocently looking at something. For once that something wasn't Santana Then BAM! I got head butted by her. If you change head butted to aggressively kissed. Well not kissed, more hitting me with her lips. And as soon as I had turned back to talk to her, she went all awkward and…shouty.
Letting out a short sigh and tilting my head back to my original position, Enough with the staring already. With the intent of going back to sleep. I didn't want to be seen looking at Santana like I was looking at the newest wonder of the world. Although she could have been, I'd rather watch Santana sleeping any day over staring at some crumbling pyramids. The movement of me turning causing my bed mate to curl even closer to me, feeling her nose brush up against the nape of my neck and trying not to giggle like crazy when she let out a long exhale that caused my hair to stand on end.
Am I really going to have to wiggle my way out of this? Trying to shuffle out of Santana's grip, causing her to whine and press her body completely against me now. Gulping as I felt her breasts push into the centre of my back and one of her exposed legs brush against mine. Also realizing that her shirt must have rode up during a restless sleep, the bare skin of her stomach flat against the small of my back. At the intimate contact my skin burns intensely, that has nothing to do with Santana's powers. Hold up. I seriously fell asleep last night. Remembering my not so subtle leering and the way she looked so shy and sexy at the same time. I think it's the lip biting thing. Hot.
Shifting again to attempt my escape Although thinking about it do I really want to leave this bed? No. But I have no idea how Santana will react when she wakes up. Even if this is all her fault. She was way too jumpy yesterday. I let out an unintentional moan as Santana moved her hand again, loosening her grip and causing her knuckles to drag against my lower stomach. Which thanks to Santana was now slowly being exposed due to her never ending movement. Trying not to look over my shoulder to see if I'd woken her up because of my unexpected noise, however it mustn't have disturbed her too much as I could tell by her light breathing that she remained asleep.
I took this as an opportunity to slip myself out of Santana's grasp, moving as quickly, but gently, as I could. Slowly lifting Santana's forearm from around my body, while manoeuvring myself backward so I was now cross legged on the bed, my back resting against the headboard, replacing her arm back to it's original spot. (Just minus me) As I did this I couldn't help but marvel at her soft skin. Drawing gentle patterns up and down them with my fingers.
Suddenly withdrawing my hand from Santana, feeling ashamed as I felt for the fading marks on my own arms. Turning away from Santana completely, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, head in my hands. Sometimes I wish I could remember how they got there, the tiny pricks of numerous injections, dotted around my arms like the constellations of stars. Also the addition of numerous scars that I am adamant Santana hasn't seen. However a deeper part of me doesn't want to know why they ended up there. It can only be bad. Scrunching my eyes shut, again trying to will memories into my head.
A scream. My name. A mask. A shout. A dance?
It's so cold.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't jump as soon as I felt Santana's hand across my back.
"Britt?" Her voice raspy from recently waking up, although I heard her questioning tone in that one word. As in 'What are you doing awake right now you crazy person? why aren't you sleeping?'
"I'm fine" I look over my shoulder and give what I hope to be a reassuring smile, the lie slipping out easily from my mouth. "Just wide awake is all"
"But it's only" watching as she throws out her right arm from underneath her while she rolls onto her stomach, trying to reach on the nightstand for something. Smacking her palm against the wooden table until it apparently collided with what she was looking for. "Quarter past 7 in the morning" she groaned, checking her phone for the time. Quickly shielding her eyes from the light and throwing it back down.
"I'm a morning person I guess" shrugging lightly. A smile playing on my lips when I see her let her head flop face down into her pillow, anything she's saying now muffled completely by it. "I can't hear you San" twisting my body so my right leg was now fully on the bed, my left still dangling over the side.
"I said" Santana begins, having lifted her head only slightly so that she's audible. "I'm not so good with the mornings" dropping it back down.
"I can see that" I smirked "It's okay though, I'll just leave you to sleep if you want" Reaching over to rub in-between her shoulders, feeling how she arches slightly into my touch, which prompted another muffled reply. Giving her a slight nudge so she'd understand I can't hear her again.
"I said give me a minute"
After a few minutes and some grumbling on her part Santana finally pushed up from the bed, sitting back onto her knees. I stifled a laugh when I saw her blinking lazily, trying to rouse herself from her tired state.
"I swear I'll be fine" I said, watching her now begin to rub at her eyes "You can sleep if you want"
She seemed torn at this suggestion, slowly looking at me, then back to her pillow. Letting out a small whine she turned back to me. "No, I'm up now" she confirmed this with a nod. "And I'm not letting you out of my sight just yet. You never know where Puck's creeping" she said with a small smile, but the look in her eyes told me that she wasn't joking about it.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I'm not completely defenceless. "Well come on then" I sighed, reaching out to slap her gently on the knee. "I want some breakfast".
Half and hour and about a million complaints later, Santana and I were finally on our way down to floor 2 because, and I quote "I ain't gots no food up here" which if I'm honest was one of her more coherent sentences, for the most part it was just mumbling and 'mehhhrgh' which I really tried hard to make words out of what she was giving me, but it seems Santana's brain doesn't work too well in the mornings.
"San. Santana" I started to nudge her with my elbow, her head lolling forward as she leant against the back wall of the elevator. "San I swear you're drooling" Her eyes flickering open with a frown, before closing again. I wrapped my arm around her, mainly to keep her upright, my eyes closing as she nuzzled into my neck. The heat I felt this morning flaring up again as I felt her hot breath against my collarbone. "I hope you're more awake after some food in you" I muttered into her hair.
A few moments later the elevator slid gently to a stop, the doors opening. Santana managed to detach herself from me and stumble out of the doors, smiling I took after her. Stepping into the room the first thing I noticed was the lack of people around. Seriously it isn't even that early. Looking up at the clock on the wall, which was just on it's way to turning 8 o'clock .
The good thing about the lack of people present was that I could finally get a good look at this floor, because lets be honest yesterday didn't go well enough for me to get a good enough look around. All I remember was a whole lot of fire. It was very similar to Santana's room. However the walls were a plain cream colour, keeping it neutral, nice. and it struck me as odd that the only window in the room was a long strip across the furthest wall. Wonder what's out there. Although it made no difference to the brightness of the room as numerous strips of lights covered the roof in crisscross patterns. Looking around it didn't seem completely homely, watching Santana padding around the high tech kitchen part of the room. I mean you could tell that it's been well used, avoiding staring at a particular scorch mark that had marked one of the walls and at the seats that have made marks on the wood floor, to be positioned around one of the larger TV screens with games consoles attached to it.
But as I walked over to Santana I noticed how bare the walls were, no pictures of them as a group or having fun, I wondered how weird it felt to be forced into certain groups and make friends. Well it's kind of happening to you right now. I thought, feeling like I could relate to everyone in here, even if I hadn't met them all.
"Hey" I smiled, leaning against the counter next to Santana "Feeling a little more awake now?" watching as she sipped from a large mug.
"Yeah" she smiled, pushing my own mug into my hand. "I made you coffee, but erm I don't know how you like it" she said taking another sip. I smiled warmly back at her before looking down at the near black liquid in front of me. Hesitantly taking a sip before pulling a face. "You don't like it then"
"Needs just a tiny bit more sugar…well maybe loads" I choked out, resisting the urge to shudder at the bitter taste. I never liked coffee. Like that one time when I started to twitch. That wasn't fun at all. Following the direction of Santana's finger towards the sugar. Trying to avoid her smirk when I began heaping spoonfuls of sugar into the mug until I was sure no more could fit in. Taking another sip Well this is more bearable. and following Santana to a comfy looking loveseat near the corner of the room.
I sat myself down, picking the right side of the couch, reclining slightly so I was slouched across the small leather seat. Although I was careful enough to keep mug rested across my stomach. Santana practically jumped to the other side, nearly making me spill the hot beverage down my (Santana's) shirt. Her head resting on the arm of the chair, kicking her legs out so they were covering mine.
"So what are we going to do today Britt?" I noticed how immediately more awake she seemed after 2 sips of coffee. Although thinking about the question that she'd ask I know what I wanted to say. Which would involve me and her spending all day in bed…that would have nothing to do with sleeping. If you know what I mean. So I took another sip of my drink to stall as I thought of something that wouldn't get me into trouble.
"Well I guess Sue told me I had to train" trying not to think back on how awful I felt trying to magic ice out of nowhere in front of her. "Maybe I should start on that" Suddenly my cup seemed really interesting to me, as it helped in me trying to avoid Santana's gaze.
"If you wanted I could help you" That got my attention My head turning to meet her eyes. She seemed genuinely excited that she would be the one training me. "The guys won't know what hit them in our next fight"
"Whoa" I said, brow furrowing in confusion. "You guys fight? Seriously what sort of place did you bring me to?" I'm sure my face was looking beyond confused. This better not be like some weird 'Hunger games' thing I've been roped into. I couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing that she was chuckling into her cup.
"No, not like fight fights" she said, sitting up a little straighter in the seat, her bare legs still resting against my equally naked ones. It took a lot of willpower to focus on the actual words she was saying. "Just more of training exercises between each teams of elements. But seeing as me and you are the only ones by ourselves we can team up" draining the rest of her coffee and twisting her body to set the mug against the wooden floor.
"Sure" I smiled, though internally I immediately felt sorry for Santana. How alone was she before I came along? Because I certainly knew how much I appreciated her friendship. Just the thought of her sitting alone on her floor, no one to really talk to, sleeping alone each night. It made my heart ache thinking about it. Why aren't I more worried about the actual fighting though. "Team Brittana all the way" I called, reaching over for a high-five.
"Brittana?" I heard her sound out, her face looking confused. "Oh it's our names" she smiled shyly, almost embarrassed that it took her so long, slapping her palm against mine. "Although Santittany has a better ring to it" she winked at me, clearly regaining her composure fast. "Because I'm clearly better so my name should be first" I rolled my eyes and playfully slapped the top of her thigh, before resting my arm there. Did I imagine that intake of breath. Watching her face for any sign that I was making her awkward, however she just looked at me grinning.
"We're sticking with Brittana" I began, downing the rest of my drink. "I thought of the team name first. So I get to name us" Pointing between the two of us, also setting my empty mug on the floor, keeping my eyes locked on Santana one eyebrow raised, daring her to protest. I had to let out a small laugh when her only response was sticking her tongue out at me and crossing her arms. "Aww come on" I began to prod her gently on the leg "Don't be upset." as she turned her head away from me. "Fine" I copied her movements and looked away from her, head held high "I'll just ask someone else to train me then" overdramatically stroking my chin in a bad attempt to show that I was thinking. "Who did I meet yesterday that could help me. Quinn, was it? Ooh or Puck, he seemed nice" Completely feigning innocence. That got her.
"Noooooo" I heard her cry as she leapt up from her position, swinging her legs from where I was resting my arm, causing me to jump. She flailed around for a short while until she was sitting back on her knees completely facing me. "I promise I'll be good" Any sort of badass 'I don't care' behaviour completely out of the window as she pouted beside me. Damn it I can't tell if I like 'Cute as hell' Santana more than 'Sexy protective' Santana…there are too many hard decisions in life.
"Hmm" I said, pressing my finger to my bottom lip trying to show I was seriously thinking about it "I guess you can" I winked at her. "But just because you are too cute" leaning over and lightly bopping her on the nose. I could see her grinning at me like a dork, watching as even her eyes lit up. Although I was only joking, I still felt a tiny bit guilty that I had reduced her to begging. When in all honesty who else is going to do it? Fighting the urge to cringe at the thought of Puck or anyone else for that matter trying to train me one-on-one.
I couldn't help but pull her into a warm hug at her expression. Well as best I could considering our awkward positioning and that I only used one arm. Which really ended up with me squashing our cheeks together. I hope she got the sentiment behind it. I could hear her laughing quietly against my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I guess she did get it. Brittany-One, potentially awkward moment-Zero Seeing her face lit up when she pulled away, looking at my face intently. Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak we both heard the familiar drone of the elevator.
"Oh god" I heard Santana grumble next to me, pulling further away from me.
"What?" my body tensing in panic.
"There's only one person that ever gets up this early"
I looked to the big digital clock in the centre of the wall, the red numbers showing 8:42. Seriously what is wrong with everyone here, does no one get up in the mornings? Are they all like owls and sleep during the day. I wish I had an owl, I'd call him Professor Hooty. But I guess he wouldn't be much fun if he slept all day. I wish I would stop zoning out sometimes, I don't think many people appreciate it. "Who?" I asked Santana, only at that precise moment the doors sliding open to reveal.
"Berry" I heard Santana growl under her breath.
I could see a small brunette girl step out from the elevator, humming along to some show tune that was blaring from the headphones plugged into her ears. My eyes widened as I took in what she was wearing A bright pink tracksuit. I think there are some gold stars on there too. Sexy… I heard Santana snicker beside me and it nearly set me off, biting down on my lower lip. Thank god she hasn't seen us yet. I turned my head to Santana, watching as she held a finger over her lips, silently telling me to keep quiet as she slowly stood up from the loveseat. Before holding out a slender hand for me to grab, helping me upright in order to follow her.
She didn't let go of my hand as we slowly crept along the boards on the floor. Her intention was clear as she pointed towards the elevator, eyebrows raised. We are getting out of here. I wish I knew why she wanted to leave so quickly, I wanted to talk to this (Albeit slightly fashion-senseless) girl, who had walked towards the kitchen. Hmm maybe that's why. As we sneaked closer to the elevator, just passing the girl as we crouched low through the room, she burst into 'Defying Gravity' trying to sing both parts at once and timing the blender she was using to the beat of the song. Catchy. That whole combination was enough for Santana to let out a sputtering laugh, before quickly covering her mouth with her free hand.
"San" I whispered. "I'm sure she can't hear us over her music, her singing and a blender" as she pulled me James bond style to creep along the side of another sofa.
"You have no idea" She whispered back, looking over her shoulder. "She has ears like a…hawk?" she paused "Whatever. All I know is that she has creepy hearing skills and I can't deal with her at this time in the morning, because God knows I don't need a lecture right now." I rolled my eyes at her, standing up a little straighter as we picked up the pace to get to the elevator.
"Come on San. No one's that bad."
"Ahhhhhh!" I heard a shriek come from behind us, along with the smashing of a glass. Busted. As me and Santana spun around on the spot, ending up face to face with 'Berry' I'm pretty sure that isn't her real name. "Come on Santana really?" she huffed out before either of us could open our mouths to think of an excuse. "Trying to sneak yet another one of your conquests out, although I am surprised that you let her stay the night" She said, rolling her eyes up my body with a scoff. Are you kidding. I thought raising my eyebrows at both Santana and Rachel. Why does everyone think I'm a whore. Crossing my arms and pouting at the floor. However I couldn't tell if I was more upset at the accusation or that other girls have graced Santana's bed sheets before me. "And for what? You creeping around only made me drop my morning smoothie and make me late for my morning workout" I could practically feel Santana rolling her eyes at the brunette.
"Listen hobbit" She started. Oh god. Glancing up as casually as I could, watching Santana, eyes trained onto the slightly cowering girl. "As you well know by now I am not someone that you want to mess with in the mornings." As she took a step forward toward the girl, full bitch mode on. "First of all, uh uh, my girl Brittany here, is here to stay" I noticed that though she didn't look at me she gestured generally in my direction while Berry/Hobbit looked to me with shocked eyes. "Clearly no ones told you about yesterday yet. Probably too busy holed up in your room with your damn show tunes. But I went all lima heights on Puck." she whispered the last part, nearing the girl's ear, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. I wish I knew what 'Lima heights' was, sounds like a nice place really, but why does everyone look terrified when she mentions it.
"Secondly" she kept going, going into a full on monologue. "like I give a damn about your nasty ass vegan smoothie, if it bothers you that much clean it up with your damn water powers" pointing at the greeny/grey liquid? That was smeared across the floor, along with varying sizes of glass shards. looks lovely.
"Well" the girl started to reply, taking no notice of my 'Oh-god-this-bitch-cray' look I was sending in her direction. "If anything it was your presence here that startled me into dropping it. Thus really making you the person that smashed the glass."
I had my arm wrapped around Santana before the smaller girl even knew what was happening. Santana struggling against my grip as I dragged her toward the elevator, shouting a stream of curses in Spanish towards the shaking teen. I was lucky that she wasn't throwing fire around Yet. But had made the point to ignite her hands as she was pointing aggressively.
"You're lucky I had my coffee" I heard Santana shout, wincing at how close she was to my ear. "'cause you'd be toast by now. Toast!" pushing her into the elevator.
"Bye Berry" I waved with a smile at the girl who seemed to be completely frozen in place, as the doors began to close behind us. "Have a nice day"
Calming Santana down was easy enough as soon as we were alone in her floor. I felt immediately sad when I realized that we hadn't actually had time to make or eat any type of breakfast. Managing to convince my roommate that we should at least try to look through her kitchen for some food. After a good half hour and a thorough search I managed to find a box of usable pop tarts (I say useable I mean they weren't out of date for that long before we ate them) and make another cup of coffee for us each. As we sat by the fire and eating our belated breakfast in a comfortable silence I couldn't help but think back to the way Santana had called me hers. Well 'my girl' were her exact words and they probably had no deep meaning behind them, but that didn't stop the heat that flared up in my body every time I thought about her saying those words. if I was hers, did that make her mine?
After lazing around for most of the morning we made a joint decision that we would go down to the basement and train. We got changed, into matching outfits, that Santana picked from her enormously large closet. When I asked her why out of her huge collection did she decide to dress us in a long black vest and sweatpants. I did notice that across the left breast there was a little flame emblem. I wonder if they'll be sending me my own in the post any time soon. She just replied with "Twinsies" as she thrust the clothes into my hands and skipped off towards the bathroom, but not before giving me a wink, leaving me slightly awestruck in the centre of her bedroom. What just happened there. Blushing profusely as I fumbled with the clothes in my arms.I was glad to see that Santana had provided me with some briefs, remembering myself that I had no underwear at all, but she seemed to have not given me a bra.
I couldn't tell if she'd simply forgotten, or if there was another intention behind it. If she makes me do loads of jumping jacks I'll know she did it just to check me out. I was really reluctant to burst in on Santana when she was changing. Again. Because the last time nearly killed me, practically groaning softly at the memory of the Latina in just a pair of shorts and her bra as I stripped down to change. Slowly pulling the vest over my naked torso and trying my hardest not to think about Santana getting naked in the next room. Maybe I should burst in again, just to you know see her. Well you've just gone from zero to creepy pretty quick. Rolling my eyes and smirking at my own behaviour as I pulled on the rest of my clothes.
It wasn't long before we were in the elevator on our way to the basement. Immediately becoming nervous as we descended through the floors. What if I was terrible? I keep trying to tell myself that Santana wouldn't mind, but if I'm really bad she might just think I'm stupid. Hesitantly glancing up at Santana, she didn't seem to notice my inner panic as she sipped casually from the clear water bottle in her hands. Is it wrong to be jealous of a plastic bottle? Thank god she had her eyes closed at that moment because I have no idea what Santana would have said if she caught me giving evils to it.
A few moments later. Which seemed like an hour because I couldn't help staring at Santana's damn lips the entire way down. And to be honest I don't even care if she noticed. The elevator hit the bottom floor, the sleek metal doors sliding open to reveal Santana's personal training room.
"Could use a bit of a clean" I laughed, stepping into the grey room. There were charred remains of what looked to be dummies and singe marks covering any and every surface. I could hear Santana lightly scoff next to me
"Hey" she scolded playfully slapping me across the arm "I'll have you know that this is the finest gym known to man" I looked at her with an amused grin on my face.
"Seriously it looks like a bomb hit it" gesturing around the room, grinning. "I'm just glad you managed to not destroy any equipment" looking at various machines grouped together in the furthest corner.
"Oh you'd be surprised"
I turned to look at Santana as she stood clutching her water bottle, a small smirk playing on her lips. I tried to work out if she was joking or not, but it definitely seems like Santana might be someone who has accidentally smashed a treadmill.
"And what's up with that mirror?" Pointing towards the cracked mirror that covered half of one of the walls "Bit vain are we?" I asked with a wink.
"Maybe" she smiled as she brushed by me. "I guess I just like to see how I look when I work out, you know" she leant in close "all hot and sweaty" she breathed in my ear before stalking off into the middle of the room. I think my brain stopped. Yep. Because now all I can think about is a hot and sweaty Santana. Is that even a bad thing? As I dizzily followed her, my eyes slowly watching her as she began to stretch. That isn't a bad thing at all.
"San" I gasped. "I really can't do this"
Unhelpfully there was no clock or any timekeeping device anywhere at all in the basement area. Though the way all of my muscles ached and the sweat dripping across my entire body suggested that we had been doing this for a few hours now. The first part of our 'training' wasn't so bad, just a few warm up exercises on the various equipment around the room. We even had a chance to talk while doing it, Santana telling me stories of each person that I now lived with, mostly either crude or hilarious. Or both. and I learned also that the hobbit's name was Rachel. Better remember that.
But as soon as Santana suggested that I should try to freeze the half full bottle of water, it all went downhill. After about six separate attempts I am pretty much ready to give up.
"But Britt" I could just hear Santana over the blood rushing around my head. "I swear you've nearly got it" I stumbled backwards, feeling my back hit the mirror as I slid slowly to the floor panting heavily. My eyes following Santana as she picked the bottle up from the middle of the room. "Look" she shouted, a smile on her face "It's frosty"
I could see her smile falter slightly as I shot her a withered look. I really am trying not to either have a breakdown or collapse because I am so frustrated and tired. I didn't think it would get to me this much, I mean I didn't know I had this power at all until a few days ago. But knowing how easy it comes to Santana I can't help but feel a little jealous that I can't do what it so natural to her.
I was so focused in my thoughts that I didn't notice Santana cross the room, padding over towards me barefoot, sitting herself down by my side. Until she pressed the water bottle against the bare skin of my arm. I looked at it and frowned, I could tell that it should be cold, the frost kind of showed that much, yet I did nothing as it touched me. No shrieking or shivering as it made contact. I don't feel cold. Thinking back to the day that I got rescued, I finally realized that even though I was parading around barefoot and hardly clothed in the snow before boarding the helicopter. Not once did I think it was cold, or even get an inkling of a shudder from the temperature. How did you not notice that?
I was transfixed, staring intently at the water bottle clasped in Santana's hands. I could see that where her fingers touched the light layer of frost had quickly become liquid, the droplets running down the side of the container. However when I looked at where it had been pressed across my skin the area looked almost darker, as if the frost had become thicker. No way.
"You know Britt" Santana started waving the bottle around, trying to get my attention. Well it worked I guess. "We'll try something different" Standing quickly to her feet. Wow she really wants me to do this. Holding out her hand in order to pull my shaky form to it's feet. "So." She began, linking arms and walking with me, again to the centre of the room. "When I first tried learning how to use my powers, believe it or not it was pretty difficult for even me" She let go of my arm with a cocky grin. "I learned that certain emotions would 'set me off'" she said using air quotes, then she lightly grabbed my shoulders to position me directly opposite her. "In case you can't already tell" she said letting go and started to walk behind me, gesturing for me to stay put.
"It's anger." she continued, her voice coming from behind me now, but I had no idea if I should turn around to look or not. I didn't. keeping my eyes trained on a particularly nasty looking burn in the wall. "And even now my powers become stronger when I get angry. I can only ever make a blue flame when I'm royally pissed off" I can hear her give out a slight chuckle. "But eventually I learned how to make a flame without being angry all the time. Now I totally owns the flame" I had to laugh at that, especially with the slight ghetto accent she put on.
"So. How did you feel that time when you froze that man to the ground? Or when you made ice all around your hand" I had to think about it for a moment, sure I felt angry I mean who wouldn't? But that wasn't the strongest feeling, it was fear. Fear that something would happen to this girl that I'd just met. Fear that I'd never escape.
"I was scared" I whispered out.
I could hear Santana behind me let out a thoughtful hum before total silence. I couldn't even hear her breathing, my own breaths slow and nervous, anticipating something.
"Brittany" I could hear Santana scream out. I spun towards the noise. Hair nearly blinding me as I whipped around. "Think fast"
The next thing I saw was the contents of the bottle flying towards me. Closing my eyes and thrusting my hands in front of me. Bracing myself for the hit of the water. Oh god my weave! Oh wait I don't have one. When none such impact came and in it's place was a cluncking noise I instantly became confused. My hands still outstretched, I opened my eyes to find Santana beaming at me.
"I didn't think that would work" She grinned, pointing towards the floor. "But I guess a shock works the same as being scared right?"
My eyes followed the direction of her finger, realization setting in as instead of a puddle, there was a gleaming splash of ice. In the exact position it must have been in when flying through the air, I did it! But seriously though I may have had to beat Santana if that didn't work, because really she threw water at me and hoped for the best. A huge grin crept across my face as I rushed towards Santana, scoopping her up into a hug, trying to spin on the spot while holding her up.
"You're like the best teacher ever" smiling into her hair as she hugged me back with an equal amount of strength. or she was holding on for her life? Eventually setting down a giggling Santana, pulling back from her hold. And I have no idea if I was still on a bit of a high from my recent achievement or that I was still recovering from hugging Santana like that. But I leant in and kissed her.
Not fully on the lips however. My lips just slightly grazing the corner of her own. I'd like to say that I was aiming for her cheek and was a little off. But I think subconsciously that's not what I was trying to do at all. The intimate connection was enough to send my head shooting backwards, eyes wide in shock. I mean she when all weird when she kissed me on the cheek. But I couldn't deny that the contact had set of a hunger in me, It was like I needed to kiss her again.
Santana looked just as shocked as I felt, brown eyes wide and mouth open. I started to feel really guilty and opened my mouth to speak. Then everything happened at once.
I felt one of Santana's hands snake around my neck, pulling me closer to her as our lips crashed together. I froze, unsure if I was dreaming for a moment. Until I felt Santana's lips moving against mine, bringing me back into the present, my eyes fluttering shut. We stumbled backwards blindly until I felt her back hit the mirror, feeling her let out a soft moan against my mouth as she made contact with it. It wasn't long before I felt a hot tongue drag along my lower lip, I opened my mouth immediately as the kiss was deepened.
I felt weak at the knees, moaning gently into Santana's mouth as our tongues touched. My hands reaching out, grabbing her waist as I tried to pull her even closer to me. I could barely think straight. Especially when Santana's free hand started slowly moving up the my body, at an almost torturous pace. Just tracing the outline of my waist, before ghosting gently across my chest. I withdrew from her mouth slightly, dragging my teeth along her bottom lip and biting gently, before diving back in and kissing her. Our tongues tangling together as if we had been doing this for years. She finally settled with entangling her hand in my loose hair, dragging me towards her causing me to let out another moan. I have never been more aware that I wasn't wearing a bra in all my life. As she pulled us so that our bodies were completely pressed together.
It was a while before we broke the kiss, gasping and releasing ourselves from the others touch. I couldn't compare that to anything, ever. Biting my swollen bottom lip shyly as I pulled away, eyes trained on hers. Noticing how she didn't look away but sent a small smile in my direction. I smiled back, although I immediately missed the feel of her on my lips.
"Well" she said clearing her throat, her voice slightly hoarse. "I think that might be the end of training for today"
Ahem.
So did you like? I know you may be thinking the kiss was a liiiiiittle bit short.
But just think of how many times they'll be kissing from now on. Eh?
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