Fighting Fire With Ice?

by ItsBrittanybitch

Santana was a born Fire elemental and the only one known alive. Whereas Brittany has been genetically created to be able to create and manipulate the power of Ice. What happens when Santana is appointed to destroy all known experiments? Will she be able to carry out the plan? Or will fate intervene? BRITTANA AU

17. Chapter 17 Are You Keeping Score?

AN- AHAHAHAHA…Don't kill me.

I had an actual nightmare trying to sort this out, my poor laptop finally died so I sent it away to get fixed…After weeks and weeks and weeks they decided it was unrepairable…long story short I now have a macbook...and then I had surgery, various biomed reports, then my birthday, then like it was new year. It's weird that technically a year has passed and I have aged a year older since updating this story.

This chapter is so long...but does that make it a good one? I hope so

I WILL GIVE YOU MONEY IF YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID IN YOUR REVIEWS WITHOUT CHECKING BECAUSE IT'S BEEN THAT LONG.

Rosetoast- Yeah definitely it's going to be, intense? I think that's the word i'm going to pick. There's something that's going to trigger a few memories for her soon.

dafuq33- Glad you liked it and you're welcome! :)

nayalove- wow I wish I had my own version of glee...it would be like the brittana show, or fondue for two :D

MusicFlowsWithin- Yeah that's a new skill I now know I have, typing on pain meds! I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations! If not I guess I'll have to make it up to you.

ASAPMaya- OMG yes! I actually really really love Hercules, FAVOURITE Disney film by far and might be due to my massive crush on Meg that I had (erm still have) when I was really young

feedmeadeadmau5- ahh yes best not to ask, very fun night though :') haha damn I forgot about my 'pussy' joke. I love that song! Also just found out I have the same birthday as ellie goulding...strange. No I didn't abandon the story and I won't! Unless I put myself in hospital again haha

naynay1963- Aww thank you :) and sexy times will be so soon ;)

Peaceagent15- Aaaand I read that first bit in principal Figgins' voice :')

Poor Lord Tubbs, he's just so giant. Hmm wonder who would win the teasing battle? It wasn't even a lame comment!

GingerSnap21- Don't get worried i'm just slow...You're awesome too!

BrittanaSnixxedMeUp- I have no idea why but in that one comment you totally remind me of Sugar Motta, which is seriously cool. and I'm glad you like it :)

Guest- Oh wow you're great

Now on to the chapter you lovely people.

Disclaimer- I don't own Glee, because if I did it would be good, or at least watchable.

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Santana's POV

These past couple of weeks have been torture, actual torture. But in a weirdly delicious way… I would say that I was sorry for teasing Brittany to the point that we were both now in a full out war to see how far we could get each other worked up...but without us actually getting anywhere. However that would be a lie. If I could run around her screaming 'I regret nothing' without getting funny looks from everyone else in the room, I would do it in a heartbeat. I loved it. It was a rare thing for me. I mean before meeting Brittany, and I'm not bragging or anything, I could get any girl that I wanted. One snap of my flaming fingers and I could get hoards of girls jumping into my bed. It's cute that you probably think I'm kidding…'cause I'm not at all. Let's not lie here. If you'd asked me a month or two ago, if I would be willing to settle down with someone after basically just meeting them, depending on my mood I would have either thrown some seriously evil glares your way and then burnt you to a crisp, or laughed…then hit you…then laughed some more.

But now if you asked me, I would still lie and say no, (because come on I have to try and keep at least some of my street cred) even though I know for a fact if I was ever asked I'd get all embarrassed and shyly look at Brittany and it would be completely pointless to even try to deny my feelings for her because I am pretty much whipped by this blonde goddess.

Its gotten to the point where nearly everything she does is starting to turn me on. You have no idea the amount of times she's said the word 'Pussy' I've thought it was an invitation to jump her…Only to find she was referring to that big-ass cat. Who by the way I'm sure hates me. Britt just doesn't believe me when I tell her because he's just really really sneaky about it. How many other cats do you know that leave tactical hairballs around so when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom I stand on all of them as I go? I know one...And he is pure evil.

Anyway I don't feel too bad seeing as I'm giving out my share of teasing Brittany too. Although she is currently winning…The training together was the worst. Do you know how hard it is for two smoking hot semi-secret girlfriends to not touch each other when alone in a room together? Damn hard. It seemed like every moment we were alone together, there was some part of her body crashing against me as I grope for hers. Not that I'm complaining, at all. It just seems that both of us have been walking around in a state of sexual frustration since forever.

This isn't helping either.

My eyes inexcusably skimming down the taught muscles in Brittany's back, dropping to examine the length of her legs as she stretched in front of me. Her arms slipping down her legs as I did the same, with a lot less grace and a lot more effort, distracted again by Brittany's unrivalled flexibility as she continued to reach down towards her toes. Here I was, sort of wishing that we hadn't gone on a shopping spree last week in order to get Britt some new clothes, the main point being she had clothes that actually fit her now. Gone were the days of my slightly smaller clothes that clung deliciously to her frame. Now I spend half of my time glaring at the grey sweatpants she seems to favour, whereas the other half of my thoughts is wanting to rip them off her. Glowering at them as if they were the worst thing that anyone has invented, except maybe crocs...and whatever they put in paper that makes it sting so bad when you get a paper cut...and any karaoke machine within range of Rachel Berry. Although if I think about it maybe I should hold back on my intense glares because one of these days I'm going to end up accidentally combusting them if I focus too hard.

Appreciating that I didn't want Brittany going up in flames in front of me, I quickly adjusted my gaze away from the offending items in question and to her face, reflected in the grimy mirror of the basement. My mouth moulding into an awkward lopsided grin at the raised eyebrow of my girlfriend mirrored back at me, indicating that yes I'd been caught. Her expression caught between are you really checking me out right now? and it's totally turning me on that you're checking me out right now. Sending a meek shrug her way as I straightened myself up, turning on my toes to walk to the centre of the large room, with the pretence trying to track down a water bottle so I could hide my embarrassment at being caught.

"You can't keep doing that you know" I heard her say as she followed behind me, stopping to a halt when she was a few paces away.

"What?" I turned to her, my face struggling to keep as neutral as possible.

"Looking like you're going to jump my bones any minute" she replied, scooping up her hair to tie into a ponytail, a few strands falling delicately to frame her face. "It's not fair if you aren't actually going to do it"

My mouth opening and closing as I thought of a witty reply, or any sort of reply or even a sentence...even a word would do. As my mind devolved into images of me, Brittany and a bed. Actually a bed isn't even necessary, couch, pool table, bathtub…the possibilities are endless really. Maybe some whipped cream. My attention drawn back into the room by Brittany clicking her fingers in front of my face, like a hypnotist calling someone back from a trance, notably closer to me than the last time I noticed. Well at least she stopped me before I started drooling or involuntary moaning…which totally hasn't happened before. Hearing her sigh a little at me as if this doesn't happen to her a lot.

"Can we just start before you slip into a coma of sexy thoughts?" Brittany asked, trying to sound stern but her slight smile told me she was joking. I pouted a little, putting on my best pair of 'puppy dog eyes' pretending that I didn't know she wasn't mad at me in the slightest. Which just made her giggle and gently tap the end of my nose, my face scrunching up at the contact. "You know you're a dork right?"

"Yeah I know" I sighed as if she'd just figured out a huge secret. Note to self, work on puppy dog eyes. "Just your dork though" I said with a grin on my face. We both know it's true, I mean if anyone else tried to boop my nose I'd either give them a black eye or demand that they should be checked into a psych ward. "Now come on are we going to do this or not?" winking towards Brittany as I nudged her shoulder with my fist, stepping back slightly. All that earned was a stutter from Brittany, clearly lost for words as I tried to hurry her along. I chuckled knowing fine well that it was Brittany that had been begging for us to do this in training for a good part of the week.

"Now let's get this over with" I licked my lips before continuing. "If you win I might let you touch my boobs again" A sly grin creeping across my face.

"I asked to touch your boobs that one time" Hiding her face from view with her hands with a whine, peeking through her fingers as she tried to keep me from seeing the blush on her cheeks.

"Well it worked" I shrugged back at her "And I wasn't complaining, like at all" Stretching my arms in the air, letting out a groan as my bones popped, before letting them fall loose to my sides. "Now are we actually going to do some training or is this all just a clever ruse so you can fuck me against the..."

"Just shush a second."

My mouth shutting instantly. Her arms held out in front of her, hands balled into fists. Watching intently as Brittany scrunched her eyes shut, inside I was silently willing her along as she concentrated. Seeing her knuckles clench and turn white as she focused harder. I thought nothing was happening at first, a sigh of disappointment nearly escaping my lips. Not at Brittany though, more at myself. I was wondering if it was me that was holding Brittany back when it came to helping with her power because I was never taught how to learn mine. I also can't teach and to be fair when we're alone there's only about 20% worth of actual training being done. And that's on a good day. Maybe I'm not the best for this job then, although I would hate it if she was spending time training with Berry or those other water losers. Hey I can't argue that they train all they can…it's not their fault they got stuck with the crappiest of powers.

But then something happened.

A proud smile finding its way onto my face. Uh-huh bitches my baby can make ice! A small frost spreading down from the tips of her fingers. I mean I knew she could, but this time she's actually making it happen. After a couple weeks of using scare tactics and figuring out that it's not the best idea to be frightened into using making ice. And the fact that eventually I might have killed Brittany or at least put her into cardiac arrest. Or myself. Especially when I jumped out from around a corner with a Bigfoot mask Puck had left over from last Halloween and it only succeeded in Brittany screaming and punching me in the tit…

It was after a particularly long Harry Potter movie marathon. That inspired Brittany to had an idea, Have I ever mentioned she is a genius? If I didn't. She is. She made the comparison between our powers and a patronus, which I'd never thought of before. despite being the hardcore Harry Potter fan that I try to hide from everyone. Only that our powers work better with different emotions. Like say my power seems to work best when I'm erm lets say a little angry… We tried to see if there was a better emotion than 'scared to death' that we could get Brittany to focus on.

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"Brittany the first rule of google is that if you need to look past page 3 the question officially can't be answered" sighing as I flicked through the endless pages that weren't giving me any answers at all.

"Give it here" she smiled, nudging me gently. Apparently sensing that I was already bored after being on google for half an hour without results. Although I don't think there would be many answers for 'What emotion can get my girlfriend to make ice?" on the internet…Now I've somehow gotten onto a site that's selling half price slushie machines…Ooh buy now and get free shipping.

"Don't you dare Santana"

I groaned a little, sliding my cursor away from the 'Buy now' button. Pushing the laptop across the bed to where Brittany was sitting beside me and burying my face into my arms realising that there were much more preferable activities to do on a bed with Brittany. Stretching out with a yawn as I let her browse.

"I got it"

Jumping a little at her immediate outburst.

"That was quick" I frowned, lifting my head so I could see her hunched over the laptop next to me.

"Oh yeah I just searched all about what happens when you're scared" She said with a determined nod.

"So what did you find?" Propping myself up on my elbows to get myself into a sitting position, resting my head on Brittany's shoulder as she started skimming back through the text.

"Well it says here when you're scared the main chemical released is adrenaline" Smiling as I could see Britt scrolling like a maniac down the page.

"Whoa hold up" Lifting my head to look at Brittany. "So you're saying you can only make ice if you're diving out of planes or rappelling down buildings and getting your adrenaline junkie on?" Looking back and forth between Brittany and trying to find where she was reading from "Because there is no way I'm letting you do that" Frowning at the glowing screen of the laptop. You hear me you're not going to kill Britt

"I'd tell you more if you'd let me read" She said with a smile, pressing a light kiss against my cheek, trying to calm me before I had a panic attack at Brittany jumping off a mountain and getting trapped under rocks or something like that. "Ooh look it says something that can mimic the effects here" Shrugging the shoulder I was leaning on to get my attention.

"Increased heart rate."

Eh happens to me a lot, especially recently.

"Short breaths."

Wait a minute that sounds pretty familiar.

"Dilated pupils"

Oh please don't say it.

"Oh" She cleared her throat "Love"

I ended up giving the most awkward, choked laugh as Brittany spoke the last word. I thought we had a little more time before 'love' would be getting mentioned. Now I'm going to really have to take her on a date…Why haven't you anyway? Don't you want to spoil your girl? Oh great…I'm an awful girlfriend. My attention slipping back to Brittany as she spoke again.

"Or at the very least when you see someone you're attracted to." Turning to me with a sly grin. "I think I could do that" Shuffling off the bed to stand beside me. "C'mon we need to try this out, now we know all I have to do to get better I just need to picture you naked"

Wait. What?

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Remember how hard I said it was for us to keep off each other when alone in the same room? Apparently it gets worse when one of us is trying to picture the other naked, and believe me it wasn't always Brittany doing the imagining. or something along those lines. So every time we went to train it usually resulted in only a few attempts at making ice not really that successfully before one of us was pressed against the wall with the other attacking their neck. Not that I would ever complain about that…ever. It was just the constant memory of Sue and her deadline creeping into my head kind of made me want to get Brittany all ready for her visit. Right now seemed like a good time for some last minute practicing.

Watching Brittany take deep breaths as the light frost that had appeared across her still clenched fingers began to grow larger in size. Spreading up to her elbows. It wasn't long before lines of light blue spread like tiny veins throughout the powdering of frost. My ears straining to hear the small crackling noises that were being made it began thickening into ice. The tiny shards splintering out at varied angles, overlapping each other until Brittany's arms were covered completely, the colour shifting and changing from white to a pale blue as the ice caught the dim light of the basement.

Her eyes opened hesitantly, looking straight into my own.

"Did it work?"

Her fists slowly relaxing by her side, straightening out her fingers to wiggle them slightly. Trying to keep my face as neutral as possible to not give anything away yet. Quickly looking down to her arms and back to make eye contact. Trying to tell her to look for herself without doing it vocally, knowing that if I spoke I wouldn't be able to keep the excitement out of my voice. Silently observing as Brittany took a deep breath, preparing herself to look as I risked quirking my lips into a smile as she finally began to look down at her arms.

"I freaking did it" Fist pumping in celebration, as I leapt forward to wrap my arms around her waist as she swayed unsteadily after her cheer, her legs momentarily buckling.

"You alright?" I asked, knowing first hand how difficult it is when you first start mastering your power, both mentally and physically.

"I'm good San" she whispered back, pushing my arms away gently to stand unaided. "Look" she grinned, holding out her palms towards me.

"I know babe you did great" pecking her on the cheek and stepping back, just watching her twist her arms at various angles to study the frozen shards.

"Oh my god" I jumped a little as she assumed I guess something that could be called a karate stance…and at how loud she shouted. "Do you think I could shoot stuff out of my hands like you can shoot fire?" Apparently over her brief dizzy spell. I was trying really hard not to laugh as she began flailing her arms around trying to force the ice from her palms. "Saaan help me shoot stuff" She turned towards me with sad eyes, completely overshadowing my puppy dog pout.

"Okay babe just calm down" I giggled, reaching over to place my hands on her shoulders, stilling her movements. "I'll show you if you stop squirming"

She stopped almost instantly, watching intently as I stood further away from her. Concentrating on my own power, I ignited my own arms, controlling them as they burned slowly. Smirking a little at the awe in Brittany's eyes as the orange flames spread up from my fingers, making my heart beat a little faster as her gaze never left me.

"Erm Britt" I whispered, looking down at my hands. "I have no idea how to teach you" my cheeks darkening as I felt a little embarrassed at not being able to put my actions into words. "You just have to…feel it I guess" frowning at my less than helpful advice. "I am so not good at this" My grumbling was only smiled at by Brittany.

"San come on, I trust you and you're an awesome teacher" she paused for a moment, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. "but maybe it's just because you're really sexy and I'm getting distracted…If that's the case I could always go ask Rachel for help instead"

The hell you will. My eyebrow arching towards her in a 'I really don't think so' way, which only made her giggle. Biting my cheek as I mulled over how to explain controlling your powers.

"Well it's…" no that was a stupid way to start it "You kinda…" No. That's worse. I let out a deep sigh before starting again. "It's like…" Damn it. "This"

Deciding that clearly I was getting nowhere explaining anything, holding my hand out and concentrating all of my flames to my palm, my focus not leaving the area where they were gathering until I was sure they would stay.

"Okay" Pausing to think what to say next, tossing the flaming ball between my hands as I thought.

"Show off" I could hear Brittany murmur, looking over to see her grinning at me. Sending a sheepish smile her way as I stilled my actions, holding the flames in my hands steady mouthing 'sorry' which just earned me a laugh from Britt.

"Okay." Pausing slightly "Okay. I got it" Snapping my fingers and extinguishing the fire in my hand, smoke twirling through the air. Stepping forwards toward Brittany. "Hold out your hand babe" Guiding her cool hand with my own, the heat from my skin without the fire doing nothing against the solid block that had formed around Brittany's arm. Gently turning her hand so her palm was facing upwards, but not before I observed how the ice seemed to fit perfectly to her body. With each movement of her fingers or her wrist the ice would shift and move to accommodate the bend of her finger or the flick of her wrist, never breaking or cracking at all. A soft cough from Brittany made me shake my head slightly back to look at her with a smile.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked in a whisper.

"Make ice" I replied with a grin, laughing when all I got in reply was an eye roll in response. Clearly I'm rubbing off on her…Ooh wanky. "So what did you think about just before? How did you make this?" Flicking the ice with my nails, a pinging noise sounding as I hit it.

"You" Brittany didn't even pause for breath to reply.

I hesitated only slightly before speaking. "What about me?" unsure if I wanted to know the answer. I mean some fantasies just shouldn't be spoken out loud.

"My patronus memory" Her lips quirking upwards into a huge smile. "Our first kiss. Well not our first kiss our first kiss kiss" My eyebrows furrowing slightly as I worked through all of those kisses "The one in the pouring rain, outside the Songbird, when we all went out for that party" Stopping myself when I realised I had been nodding along in agreement. it's what I would count as our first kiss kiss too Britt.

"Okay so…" Stepping around Brittany to stand just behind her shoulder, whispering into her ear. "Try doing it again, but just focus on your palm" Aware of the deep gulp of breath Brittany took before zoning in on her hand.

My eyes also watching Brittany's palm for a sign that anything was happening. which I'm almost 100 percent sure nothing was happening, unless you count Brittany's finger twitching. Sighing at my less than helpful teaching and turning back to Brittany.

"I think I'm broken San" She frowns, turning her head to face me, her arm dropping to her side in defeat.

"No you're not Britt" Stroking her jaw line with my thumb, her sad blue eyes meeting mine. "It takes a long time to learn how to do it, I should know" Leaning up to press a chaste kiss to her lips, hearing a whine from Brittany as I pulled away too early for her liking.

"Sorry babe we're training" My mind outweighing my heart or my sex drive really as I remembered that we really needed to focus right now on getting Britt ready for whatever Sue might have in store.

"That's never stopped us before" She whined, craning forward so I could receive a slightly longer kiss from her. Our lips moulding together as I smiled into the kiss, loving it when Britt took action, her tongue swiping along my lips begging for entrance, I was about to yield, opening my mouth ever so slightly.

Then an idea formed.

"Ooh!" I shouted, startling Brittany as she leapt back with a cry.

"Are we going back to scaring me into making ice again?" she asked, hand over her heart as she calmed herself down. "Because I really think you may kill me eventually"

"No Britt, sorry" rubbing Brittany's back as an apology "I just had an idea" when I was satisfied Brittany wasn't going to collapse from fright we shifted back to me standing behind Britt. "Just keep concentrating on your hand" Brittany's arm raised back into position, guided by my own.

Now, let's see if this'll work.

After a few seconds, I stepped around to Brittany's side, next to the other arm that was clenched into a fist at her hip.

"Santana what are you…" I cut her off with a small shush, waving my hands to stop her from speaking.

"Britt keep focusing, just ignore me okay?" smirking when I got a nod in reply. Standing silently beside her until I was sure she was completely 'in the zone' slinking closer until I was standing completely flush against her. Pressing my lips to the underside of her jaw as my arms slipped around her waist, my fingers locking together.

"San" I heard Brittany whimper out above me.

"Are you still concentrating?" smiling into her skin when I felt her shake her head 'no' "Well keep going"

This was a great plan. Seeing if Brittany could keep focus and hopefully I was doing my part to increase her adrenaline. I'm such a ge-ni-us.

Leaving a few more short kisses in a line down Brittany's neck, trying to keep them as fleeting as possible. Reclining my head to check Britt's face for a moment, glad to see that her eyes were still focused on her unchanged hand, I'm going to have to up my game although I was secretly pleased to see her taking deeper breaths than before.

Returning to her neck I slid my tongue out to retrace the line made from my kisses, leaving a trail of saliva in its place, watching in amazement as it frosted over, wondering to a normal person how cold Brittany actually was right now. My arm slipping from the hold on Britt's waist, moving to trace patterns on her stomach through her t-shirt. Hearing a groan from Brittany as I began to leave open mouth kisses randomly on her skin, deviating from the preferred line to move to her clavicle.

"Still concentrating?" I mumbled into her pale skin. Which Brittany replied with a high pitched squeak that I took to mean yes. Sending a small bite to her collarbone, feeling her jolt slightly beneath me. Shifting my hand upwards, tickling up her stomach and just skimming through the valley of her breasts to hook around her shoulder, my other hand resting softly on her hip. Halting for a moment to feel Brittany's chest heaving against my own, coupled with her hammering pulse, that I could feel vibrating through any part of her that I was touching, matching my own racing heart.

I'd take a bet that her pupils were dilated too.

Taking a peek upwards again to see that nothing had changed still I let out a huff of annoyance. Deciding it was all or nothing. Reattaching my lips to Brittany's neck with a speed I didn't know I possessed. Biting and sucking with all I had, feeling her free hand fly upward to tangle in my loose hair, pushing me closer as I marked her skin. I'm quite sure she's losing focus but you know, can't complain. My grip tightening on her shoulder, trying to tell her to keep steady.

"San" she murmured, barely audible through her heavy panting as I continued with my assault. "San" I could feel a soft tugging on my hair, trying to move me away. I could hear the sound of crackling distantly in my ear, I grinned into her skin assuming that my job was pretty much done here. but can you really blame me for wanting to keep on with my lady kisses "Santana Lopez" she growled, finally tearing me away from her neck. Spinning me around to look at her hand.

"Oh…" The involuntary noise slipping from my mouth. "That's…That's way cooler than throwing ice"

Leaning forward to inspect her hand closer. Snapping my head back to Brittany who was wearing a dazed smile, my gaze first drawn to her bruised bottom lip which I assume was from Brittany biting it to keep focused. It was true this was so much cooler than anyone else's power, maybe it was on par with mine because…well I can't really say hers is better than my own power can I? But it's very close. It was also the most badass thing I think I've ever seen. Nearly breaking my neck as it whipped back and forth between Brittany's face and hand. Her mouth dropping open in shock as she lifted it closer to her face hesitantly.

"Is this real life?" She whispered, barely audibly.

To be honest I was struggling to grasp it myself. Craning my neck to study the icicle-like blades that had emerged from the thickened ice across her knuckles. She's like freaking wolverine! Tapering off at the end into a fine point that I'm sure you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of, they be looking as sharp as the blades I kept in my hair when I was walking through Lima Heights.

"I'm quite sure this is real Britt" Studying the ice a little closer, my finger reaching out timidly towards them, my eyes flicking to Brittany to check if she was alright with me touching. The small nod told me yes. I held my breath as soon as my skin connected with the ice, not moving for a moment in case I snapped it clean off. While something in the back of my mind told me that it would be a lot harder to break than I was making out. Stroking down the length of the ice, being a lot more careful as I neared the end because the last thing I want right now is me slicing my finger off.

"Can you feel that?" I spoke again, removing my finger and turning to Brittany.

"Yeah" A delicate smile appearing on her face. "I can feel everything as normal" She shrugged. "It's so strange. It's like on me, but it also is me" Wiggling her fingers on her hand, tapping a tuneful noise against the blades. "It's like I can feel what it can feel"

That shocked me slightly. My face trying not to give that away, simply nodding in understanding instead. I thought that was only something I could do. Thinking through to the conversations I had with Quinn or Puck about our powers and being elementals. I was the only one that could feel my power. It was understandable I guess, I don't think you could get that much emotional connection from a lump of rock as you were throwing it around the place or firing air at your best friend when she kind of eats the last of your bacon. But fire can breathe. It needs oxygen to work and breathes out the same stuff we do. That's carbon dioxide motherfuckers, oh yeah that's right I know my science shit. Maybe that's why it works better when I focus on a strong emotion. Maybe that's why I feel more myself when I'm using my power, because it's a part of me. And now it seems that Brittany has that too.

I glimpse up to see Brittany swinging only her bladed arm around, slicing the air around her with her new weapon of sorts in front of the mirror. Clearly I was zoned out a bit too long to keep her attention. A laugh bubbling through my lips as she began to accompany her movements with karate noises, making her stumble as I distracted her from her play fight.

"Damn it San I would have won if you'd stayed quiet" Turning on her heel to face me with a playful smile. Suddenly bouncing on the spot with her arms in front of her face, sidestepping around me and giving me a light punch to the shoulder with her least potentially lethal hand. My face reverting to it's 'God you're so pretty but what in the name of Breadstix are you doing' expression. Note to self. Go to Breadstix. Bring or not bring Brittany…Either way...Breadstix. "Come on. Put 'em up"

Haha no. Do you want me to kill you babe? Or maybe just burn…or seriously injure. Nervously laughing as she circled me, trying to shrink away in case somehow I hurt her. My eyes pleading with her to stop. Even though I'm fairly sure she could maim me right back if she tried with those huge spikes on the end of her hand. Brittany slowing down when she realised I wasn't going to partake in a fight, even just for play, at this moment in time.

"Sa-"

She was cut off by a loud screeching noise, my first thought was 'Oh shit Lord T has found out how to use the karaoke.' But it was too loud for even that. And he doesn't have thumbs so I guess holding the microphone would be a little hard… The drone of the sound making me cover my ears. Seeing in the corner of my eye that's also what Brittany was doing, breathing out a sigh of relief as I saw she hadn't impaled her head with her own icicles in a blind panic. The noise started to fluctuate, between high and low pitch as if tuning a radio, none seeming to ease the probable permanent damage to our poor ears. Eventually subsiding to just static, but only after reaching a nearly ear splitting level, before stopping completely.

"Hello. Damn it is this thing on?" My head whipping around to try and locate the familiar voice that was echoing around the room we have speakers and shit in the rooms? Like a whole PA system. Who the fuck knew. "Well I'm just going to assume you all can hear me, if not. Well I don't really care" Chuckling at the voice, still trying to find where it was even coming from. "Well to those that can hear me, can you make your way to the base room where you'll find me there. On the big scary screen. But at least then I'll be able to see you, I'm just staring at a big old empty Stark enterprises looking room." A short burst of static signalling the end of conversation. However I didn't have time to even open my mouth to speak to Brittany before the voice was back. "Oh and I can't wait to see you Sweet cheeks" Rolling my eyes with such a force that I think I may have popped a blood vessel, my arms folding against my chest.

"Who was that?" Brittany muttered "Or did that happen in my head?"

"No Britt, it didn't." Noticing how lost her eyes looked before I said that, immediately perking up with a smile "And that Britt. Was Holly Holiday"

"Should we go then…Sweet cheeks" Brittany was grinning at me, clearly not missing the way I had reacted on hearing that nickname, the one lovingly bestowed by Holly herself, it's an ironic one, given my less than sweet disposition. Especially when we first met.

"I guess so" Sighing as I unfolded my arms, before checking, on a scale of 1-10 how presentable I looked to go to a potential meeting a 6 by the way. before heading towards the stairs.

"Ooh San wait" I heard from behind me. "I haven't learned how to get rid of the ice yet"

After a few minutes of 'de-icing' Britt with my flames, we were finally on our way to the 'sort of' meeting after walking the very short distance to the elevator. Knowing that we would be more than likely the last two to arrive. I'm no stranger to that though. and I'm certain Holly isn't going to be as disapproving as Sue would be if we turned up late. I frowned as I tried to recall the last time I saw Miss Holiday, or should I say Doctor Holliday, well it's more Special-Agent-Holliday-That-Specializes-In-Medical-Sciences-And-Other-Crazy-Shit-Including-Super-Secret-Technology…but somehow that sounds less impressive.

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Bang. Bang. Bang

"God damn it keep your panties on. I'm not going to get to answer the door seeing as you're so determined to smash it in" More annoyed that it was 10AM on a Saturday morning and even though I wasn't doing anything, unless you call dancing around in my PJ's to a medley of Adele songs doing something, it didn't mean that I wanted to be interrupted. Trying to look like I hadn't just woken up by smoothing my hair out and straightening out my clothes, when in reality I looked like death warmed up. "And you better get out of here right now if you're going to try and sell me some crap." Swinging the door open, honestly hoping to find no one on the other side.

"Hi" Immediately greeted by the grinning face of a blonde, who seemed unnaturally cheery considering the time of day. "Santana Lopez right?" Clicking her tongue at me and pointing.

"Erm yes" My eyes narrowing in suspicion. Usually people selling useless junk don't know your name.

"Oh great" Pushing past me to get into the house, my eyebrows nearly shooting off my face they were raised that high. "You have no idea how hard it was to track you down" Taking in the blonde's features as she stood before me. Standing a little bit taller than me, dressed in a smart black sweater and grey skirt. Which clashed awfully with my baggy shirt and shorts combo. You know she's pretty attractive, for like a 40 year old. "Well okay it wasn't that hard to find you, because I'm awesome at my job" Pushing her black rimmed glasses up her nose as she looked around the house. "Oh come on you were going to invite me in eventually anyway." My mouth hanging open as I watched her opening the door towards the living room, disappearing from my view.

Stumbling after her, even though I was sure she wasn't going to murder me, she was still a stranger in my fucking house. Following through the door to see that she had made herself comfortable on one of the leather couches. Seriously wishing I'd cleaned up or something, nudging an empty Cheetos packet down the seat as I sat down beside her.

"Seriously though lady how the hell do you know me and why are you in my house" Frowning at her as she flicked through a stack of papers that she'd pulled out of a briefcase.

"Calm down sweet cheeks" Making a noise of approval as she pulled a paper free from the pile. "I'll explain soon"

"Explain wha-"

"Santana Lopez" Cutting in before I could finish, reading from the paper in front of her, which she slyly moved away from my vision as I tried to look at what was written on it.

"Yes, We've been through that"

"Great. I'm Holly Holiday" Leaning over to take the hand that had been resting on my knee for a handshake, that I halfheartedly returned. "Now. Your parents are Maribel and Carlos Lopez?" Dropping my hand back down as she began reading again from the notes in her hand.

"What? Yes"

"Currently on a Caribbean cruise celebrating their wedding anniversary"

"I…Think so"

"Ooh booked the honeymoon suite as well, probably well suited for those night time activities" Looking over her glasses to wink at me. "If you know what I mean"

"Okay. Ew" A look of pure disgust across my face. "I really didn't need to know that" Earning a chuckle from her as she kept up the interrogation. Feeling strangely obliged to answer her, even though she was the one that had burst into my house to ask me questions about my own life.

"Age?"

"21"

"Birthplace?"

"Lima, Ohio"

Pulling a face that screamed 'really' as I answered that question, fishing in her pocket for something, eventually pulling out a marker pen and scribbling something down on the sheet.

"Okaay, so is this for like a competition or something? Because I'll take my prize now although I would prefer cash or bling, I can't really be any more specific than that" Looking around Holly to see if she could fit a large gift into her briefcase. "Well it's either that or I'm about to get Punk'd" Squinting around to try and find some hidden cameras that may have been placed around the house without me knowing.

"No. Nothing like that" I couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, folding my arms over my chest" Although I admire both your imagination and style" Cramming the sheet back into her case without her eyes leaving me for a second. "Now, I have one more question and please answer it honestly" Her playful tone turning serious for a minute, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. Her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as she paused. "Santana…Are you an elemental?"

My breath holding in my lungs, unable to breathe as I was scared the answer would slip out if I opened my mouth. It's not really a secret, but it's not something I like admitting out loud. The amount of times I've been outcast after letting slip my power, and by letting slip I mean burning shit, and have people freak out on me I can't even count. You learn to keep your mouth shut and keep your head low after a while.

"I can tell by your hesitation that you are." Her voice stopping my thoughts on the subject. "Your eyes give you away" A sigh escaping my lips as I nodded my head. There was no point in arguing, she was probably trained in detecting lies anyway, isn't that like the first thing you get taught especially if you're going to be interrogating people…Or is that just in spy movies? "It's okay I know you are" Her eyes dropping to my hip, my arms tightening over my chest as I realise that she's looking right at the spot where my birthmark is. "It's the reason I'm here" My eyebrows pulling together in complete confusion. "Santana we think you're in danger"

"What? Who's we?" Nervously laughing while trying to nonchalantly look for those hidden cameras once more, after triple-checking I spoke again. "Listen Mrs Holiday, I mean this in the nicest way possible. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"First of all. It's miss, I'm not a Mrs unless it's during sexy role play or I'm pretending to be my neighbour to steal her mail" Patting my leg with a laugh. "And stop looking around, there's no camera's sweetie, at least not in the house." Rooting in her pockets and pulling out a small card and handing it to me. "Unfortunately I'm serious about the danger thing, Holly Holiday, I work for the government" The fact backed up by her pointing at the very official looking card, even though there was no contact details, which made it a very flawed business card if you ask me. "Now giving you the very short story, we're rounding up all the elementals we are aware of" Another pause. "because we think there's some people after you"

"So what are you going to do about it?" Standing up abruptly and stalking around the room. "You can't just tell me that the first time I've met you. What do you want me to do?"

"Come with me"

"What?" My voice two pitches higher than usual. "I can't just leave…I've got stuff to do" Gesturing around the room that really showed that in actual fact I had nothing to do. A blanket strewn across the opposite couch, the TV on the wall blaring some trashy MTV show and an empty cereal bowl on the floor. So, so busy… "What about my parents" Which is the weakest argument ever considering I don't ever see them. Also thinking about the small amount of people in my life, people that I wouldn't even call friends.

"Listen little Lopez" Holly also rising from the seat, a lot more gracefully than I had before "Your parents know, we spoke to them a few days ago, they're cool with it…well as cool as you can be when told your daughter has possibly been targeted, as long as you call them once or twice a month."

"Oh great you've been having secret meetings without me now"

"Not really just talking on the phone" She said with a shrug, gathering her briefcase from the floor and using one hand to smooth down her skirt. Walking past me and heading back out towards the front door of the house. Hesitantly following behind, wondering what was happening. Which I quickly figured was leaving. Pulling open the door before spinning to face me, nearly crashing into her as she stopped. "Look I'm going to give you a choice here, there's going to be no asking or any 'you have a few days to think it over' type bullshit it's now or never. You can stay here if you don't believe me. But if someone does target you, you're on your own. Or you can come with me and we can try to keep you safe"

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The rest is history really. Its something that I thought I would end up regretting, packing up my life and living with some government collected strangers, but that's never hit me at all. I was never someone who was really spontaneous, would do something on impulse, I tend to over think and never get round to doing anything. But that day I basically threw my whole life into two suitcases and a trash bag and followed Holly. It wasn't even the threat of danger that made me get into that car with her. It was the prospect of a new beginning.

The door to the base room sliding open, stepping into the bright room with Brittany on my heels, to once again find everyone already in their seats and waiting.

"Hey if it isn't Hot stuff and the new girl" The beaming face of Holly on the giant screen waving towards us as we travelled further into the room. Although part of me was very surprised to see her in the chair that Sue usually uses for our 'Skype dates' Her hair pulled back into a bun and with her glasses and lab coat she looked really professional today, even though her personality would always scream the opposite. "Hey new girl" Chuckling when Brittany only responded with a shy wave as we got closer.

"Hi Holly" Stalking over to my usual seat and sitting down opposite the slightly crazy woman. Pulling Brittany onto my lap with a grin as I realised she didn't have anywhere to sit, earning a small giggle from the blonde and raised eyebrows from everyone else in the room and on screen. Especially when she wrapped an arm around my neck. "What's up? Haven't talked in a while"

"Oh well you know me it's been all parties and one night stands since we talked last" She said with a wink and a huge grin. "I'm kidding. But not really. How about you Sweetcheeks and Even sweeter cheeks on your lap, seriously blondie there is as cute as a cupcake"

"Oh you know" I felt Britt playing with the hairs on the hairs on the back of my neck, making me stifle a shiver. "I'm doing awesome Holly" Seeing Brittany smirk out of the corner of my eye. "Just awesome"

"I'm great" She smiled towards the giant screen, her fingers continuing to tickle at my neck.

"So why are we all here again?" Kurt's voice from further down the table called out, the giant face of Holly turning to him with a slight frown.

"Well I was catching up with the two sexy ladies at the head of the table but now I guess I'm going to have to get onto the boring stuff" Pouting a little with a huff, smirking when I realised it wasn't even close to a 'Brittany pout' "So okay I got this list from Sue to give you" Pulling out a little square of paper and waving it for the camera to show us, before reading from it. "Training sessions are now mandatory" Well that doesn't bother me, I train all the time anyway. "and to be conducted outside with everyone in a group." well that bothers the hell out of me.

"So no more lurking in the basement for you San" Growling a little at Quinn. I like my basement.

"Straying from the base will be kept to a minimum, if possible stick to HQ at all times" I shrugged. it's not like I get out much. "If one of you has a spare bed on your floor please speak up now. And I quote, 'must be clean'" As I looked around the room I could see most people were wearing the same 'What the fuck?" expression.

"Erm we have a spare one" Sam putting his hand out to wave.

"Super" Holly grinned, typing something out on her phone. "Oh and Brittany and Santana…" A jolt of fear shooting through me as only our names were called, looking to the screen to see Holly staring at us and not reading from anything anymore. "Sue's on her way to your HQ right now, hence the note…and the bed thing" She waved her hand, as if it was completely obvious. "But mostly to test Brittany again"

"San I can't do this I really really can't" Nearly getting whiplash as I tried to keep up with Brittany's fast pacing across the floor. "I feel like I'm going to be sick, or cry, or both" I knew how she felt, nerves twisting and gnawing in my stomach, but I was trying to push them all aside so Brittany could stay calm. Trust Sue to make a surprise visit only a few hours after we'd actually figured out what to do to get Britt making ice without my help. Well kind of.

"Hey, babe you'll be fine" Wrapping her up in a hug, feeling the way her fingers clung to the material of my hoodie as her head buried its way into my neck. "I know you can do this, and more importantly you know you can do this" Placing a soft kiss on her exposed cheek as I soothed her back with slow circles. Thankful that everyone had left the base room for us to prepare for Sue's arrival, although it was havoc for both our nerves being left alone. Even Holly had offered words of encouragement as she waved us goodbye with the promise of catching up soon.

"But San I can't do it without thinking dirty thoughts" A Cheshire cat grin on my face at her words, that was quickly stopped as she pulled away from my embrace to frown at me. "Do you know how awkward that's going to be?" Moving away from me completely to resume her pacing. "And I know that to really impress her I'd have to make the claws" Groaning in frustration. "But I don't think she'd like us getting our mack on in front of her"

"It's okay Britt" Leaning over to take her hands, stopping her from both exhausting herself and wearing a hole in the floor. "We'll work something out" Gently pressing my lips against hers, reluctantly pulling away after a while. "You're going to be great" Whispering the words against her lips.

Manoeuvring around the large table so Brittany could have a seat of her own instead of using my lap, which I wouldn't have minded in the slightest, our hands still entwined as we sat down. My fingers tapping out a tune on the metal table as Brittany shuffled her chair as close to mine as she could get it, so we weren't so far apart. Finding myself humming tunelessly and stroking the back of Brittany's hand with my thumb, just killing time and keeping Brittany calm before Sue appeared.

We heard the footsteps before we could even think about giving up on the whole thing and sprinting from the room, boots clicking against the short corridor that led to the door. Brittany's hand tightening around mine painfully. The steps stopping at the other side of the door, gulping as there was a pause before the steel doors slid open to reveal the beast behind.

"Well if it isn't Lady Tata and…you" striding over to us, her trademark black suit clinging to her thin frame, a large duffel bag slung over her shoulders. "I don't know enough about you for you to have a real nickname yet." Pointing her finger at Brittany dragging the chair directly opposite to sit on, throwing the bag to the ground. "But I'll think of one, okay Blondie" I tried to hold her gaze, but my eyes ended up pulling to anywhere that wasn't Sue Sylvester, wishing that she'd brought her aviators along this time. There was something about her steely grey eyes that made me wary of staring at them for to long, like medusa or some shit like that, or that she could read all my secrets with just a single look.

"So…" Brittany cleared her throat beside me. "What would you like me to do?"

Sue paused, looking at Brittany and looking her over as if she just noticed she was there. Gritting my teeth to keep from saying anything as she sneered slightly at my girlfriend.

"Alright then snowflake" Leaning forward with a tight smile, even though her eyes seemed pained as if it was actually hurting her to be this nice. "All you have to do, is impress me" gesturing outwards with a shrug as if it was an easy task. "I'll give you a half hour" Opening my mouth to protest at the meagre time before she lifted up a hand to stop me. "Actually that's a little unfair, on myself I mean, so let's make it 15 minutes. Before I literally try and eat my own face from boredom"

"That's a little extreme" I muttered under my breath, earning a hesitant chuckle from Brittany as Sue glared me back into silence.

"Well what are you waiting for, the next ice age?" The biting tone of Sue's voice making Brittany jump beside me. The hand that wasn't resting on Britt's digging into the armrest of the chair, focusing on not punching Sue in the face right now.

I squeezed Brittany's hand in a wish of good luck before letting it go, allowing her to place her hands flat on the surface in front of her. Studying her intently as she focused her mind, never being quite this close to her as she channelled her power before. Her eyes shutting as she blocked us out, her lips pressing together in a tight line and a frown creasing her forehead. As her breathing got deeper my eyes started shifting towards her hands, which at the moment were unchanged, and back to her face. The creases on her brow deepening, her eyes scrunching tighter and her teeth biting painfully into her bottom lip.

"Come on Britt" I whispered, barely audible because I didn't want to break her concentration. Or for Sue to hear.

My heart jolting as I heard the tell tale sign of Brittany's power working. The crackling as the ice began to form over her skin. Resisting the urge to punch the air as I saw the thick ice covering her hands. She did that quicker than before. I'm so proud of you Britt. Turning to Sue to try and see if that was impressive enough for her, a smug grin on my face, a strangled cry nearly ripping through my throat to see a very staged yawn coming from the woman.

"Is that it?" It came out more as a sigh, as if she couldn't be bothered with us even breathing the same air as her.

We're going to have to bring out the big guns…or weird claw…things. But how are we going to do this.

Feeling Brittany tense up beside me as she realised she was kind of stuck, unknowing what to do next. How can Sue not be impressed by that…how many people do you know that can make frozen water appear on their arms Sue? Tell me that. Damn it Sue, you suck.

"N-no" Brittany shook her head, still slightly panting at the exertion that using her power needs. "Just give me a minute" Before taking a steady breath and closing her eyes again.

"You have ten, so I suggest you hurry"

Can I punch this bitch now?

I could see Brittany struggling and it was killing me. Straining to make her power work before constantly checking her hands without result. I had to do something, biting my lip and trying to see how I could help. Before a sly smile crossed my lips.

Casually crossing my legs, trying to distract from the fact that I had allowed my hand to graze Brittany's thigh. Her eyes shooting to me in surprise as I turned my body away to try and avoid suspicion, my hand still lingering there, smiling mostly to myself Another great plan Lopez. My other arm casually propped on the table, my head resting on my hand, looking as disinterested as I possibly could as I turned to look at Brittany, my eyebrow raised. Trying to ignore her totally shocked expression as she realised what I was trying to do, mouthing 'don't you dare' at me while nodding her head towards Sue in panic.

My fingers stroking her thigh slowly, just to exaggerate my master plan. Feeling the muscles tense and twitch beneath my touch. Hoping that it would be enough to aid her in getting those badass claws and show Sue exactly what she can do. Brittany's eyes squeezing shut again as her fingers dug deeper into the table as I began circling her knee, before travelling slowly upwards.

I frowned slightly, torn between the fact that we had such little time to grab Sue's attention, but on the other hand I didn't want to just grab Brittany in a totally different way. Weighing the two options together I thought it may not be a good thing to just set about fingering Brittany under the table, Even though I'm quite sure it would have worked on the old 'adrenaline scale' and made her work a little bit faster, but I think we may have been caught.

Instead arching my fingers as I moved them slowly up her thigh, using my nails so she could feel my touch through the fabric of her sweatpants. Tickling as I went, knowing it was having an effect as her feet squirmed underneath the table, unnoticed by Sue, who had begun to frequently check her watch as the minutes ticked away.

Glad for Brittany moving our chairs closer before. The small distance between us allowing for me to hook my heel around Brittany's leg, gently pulling it closer to mine and spreading her legs just a tiny bit wider, shifting even closer under the pretence that my previous position was uncomfortable as I stretched my arm and sat slightly differently in my seat.

My palm now pressed flat on Brittany's leg, my fingertips gently sliding down to the now newly discovered area of Brittany's inner thigh. Which she responded with a shudder and clenching her fists. though now I'm not sure if that's because of her power, or because of my touch. The ice groaning and squeaking as her hand position shifted, the silence in the room allowing us to hear it. My eyes turning to Sue, who seemed intrigued by this new development, her eyes fixated on Brittany's hands

I continued my torturously slow journey, still continuing upward, my fingers lightly pressing against the material of her sweats, just enough so she could feel the lingering touch of my fingertips as they drew meaningless patterns on her thigh. I could hear Brittany's shuddery breaths as I quickly realised that I was running out of leg, my little finger feeling the outline of Brittany's underwear as I tried to keep my own breathing under control to avoid detection.

It was then that I saw Brittany's eyes fly open, looking straight down at her hands, myself and Sue following her line of vision. Watching, amazed, as I saw the 'claws' form on each of her hands. The tiniest bumps appearing on each of her knuckles, I could hear Sue exhale in disappointment, as if saying 'Was that it?' before actually waiting for the rest to work. More crackling and creaking as the ice wove out, overlapping and entwining as it twisted out from her knuckles, making the sharp points on her hands, eventually thinning down to the sharp tips. Heavy pants coming from Brittany as she blinked a few times, my hand shooting from her leg to her shoulder for support as she was looking a little shaky. Taking a few shuddery breaths as she relaxed, I reached over to brush a few strands of hair away from her forehead, that was now covered in a light sheen of sweat.

I was to preoccupied with checking Brittany was alright that I didn't even notice that Sue had risen from her seat until she appeared on the other side of Brittany. Pulling out an ordinary pair of glasses and placing them on the bridge of her nose, catiously lifting one of Brittany's hands off the table as she inspected it closer. Twisting it left and right, humming in thought for a moment, before slamming it down on the cool metal table.

"What the hell Sylvester" My hands fully burning already, my chair slamming down onto the floor as I leapt from it to stand head to head with Sue, Well kind of…I am pretty short you know. Who only raised an eyebrow in response, which only angered me further, lunging forward to strike. I growled, I was swinging my arms but not getting anywhere, looking down to find Brittany's hands already encircled around my waist.

"Whoa San, calm down" The melodic voice of Brittany in my ear trying to soothe my anger, my swinging only becoming less violent in case I hurt Brittany. "She didn't hurt me. Look…Look" Her voice raising on the last word, knowing I wouldn't respond any other way as I glared at Sue. I stopped, allowing myself to reach a state of mild relaxation, still keeping my flames just because I might be tempted to swing again. Studying Brittany's hands as she turned them in front of me, showing that there was nothing to worry about. In fact she came off better really as she pointed down to the four straight gouges from the table that had been left from the ice blades.

"Holy fuck"

"Holy fuck is right Sandbags" The voice of Sue behind me smug, turning to face her with a scoff. I knew that Britt was amazing before and you didn't believe it, now look…she can fuck up furniture. Extinguishing my arms so I could fold them across my chest with a growl. "It seems your little pet has actually impressed me…Slightly" Looking at the watch on her wrist. "And with four minutes to spare" She hesitates slightly looking Britt up and down "You know if you were slightly more attractive and with a more sizeable bust I would have mistaken you for a young Sue Sylvester" Pulling the glasses from her face and returning them to her inside pocket with a small nod.

Can I just say, for the record, I did an amazing job at covering my hysterical laughter as a coughing fit. I swear in another life I could have been an actress. Whereas Brittany just stood with a horrified expression on her face.

"And as for you Jugs" Turning to me with a glare that rivalled my own, trying to hold my ground as I forced myself to not squirm under her intense gaze. "Although I do admire your spunk and hot-headedness. If you try and attack me again I won't hesitate to shoot you" Lifting her jacket to the side to reveal a holstered gun, covering it swiftly with a chuckle. haha funny joke Sue you wouldn't do that right?…right? Nodding wide eyed at the sight of the weapon. "So now that that's clear I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early." Stooping down and gathering the bag from underneath the table, hoisting it back onto her shoulders and heading for the door.

"Erm what's happening?" I asked.

"Well quite obviously I'm not going to be kicking Blondie here out on the streets" Looking over her shoulder as she stood in place, not bothering to turn around fully. "At least not for now" I could hardly contain myself, giving Brittany a huge hug as she span me around with a squeal. Then doing a not-so-short choreographed victory dance between us. It was only when we heard an irritated cough during our robot that we remembered Sue was still there.

"Anyway…" she drawled out looking between us both. "You still better be as good when we train tomorrow morning" A softer scowl appearing on her face, reaching into one of the many pockets of her bag and fumbling about. I can't help thinking it would have been easier if she'd taken it off her shoulder. "Which reminds me, take these" Pulling some material bags out of her own and throwing them our way. Catching both of them with a frown as she soundlessly slipped out of the door with not even a 'goodbye'.

I looked towards Brittany and then to the bags, offering her the one that was in the hand closest. Delving into it so I could see what was inside Hopefully it's not a mousetrap…It's, Drum roll please, a T-shirt. I mean that was disappointing. Well it's nice I suppose and Holy crap it's got my name on it! Yay! Secretly impressed by it as I unfurled it to get a closer look. It was black, that much was clear, with red piping and highlights, a little elemental flame insignia stitched into the breast of the shirt. Spinning it around to see 'Lopez' in a large font on the back along with the number '1' . Trying to stop myself doing another victory dance. I'm number one bitches Draping the shirt over my arm to rummage into the bag again and pull out a pair of shorts and a hoodie, all emblazoned with my mark, name and number.

Turning with a grin to see that Britt was already in her hoodie, albeit slightly funnily shaped as she'd pulled it over her icy arms, awkwardly zipping up the front to reveal her own little symbol on the chest. A little snowflake. Standing out distinctly against the black of the material, and blending in with the pale blue opposed to my red. Spinning with her arms out to reveal 'Pierce 2' that was written across her back, chuckling as she began to spin a little too much and nearly sent herself crashing into the table.

"So Britt" I smiled, scratching the back of my neck nervously. "Did you enjoy my help?" Looking to see a slightly dizzy Brittany in front of me blink a few times, in realisation that yes indeed I did start groping her leg to help her with her icy powers. Her eyebrows raising and a sly smirk appearing on her lips.

Ahh shit.

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"So…erm, Britt. How does it feel to be officially part of the team?" Trying to start a conversation as Brittany dragged me to the bedroom, her iced fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me forward. Hopefully I wasn't going to be in too much trouble after my teasing/groping stunt before. I could always just scream 'I was doing it for you' before running for the hills. Chuckling nervously and looking around for a means of escape as Britt was still giving me the silent treatment that had been in place since we left the base room.

Letting go of my wrist so abruptly that I stumbled forward as she shut the door behind us.

"Britt I'm really sor-mmf-mmmf-mmmmm" Her lips on mine as soon as I turned around. It took me an embarrassingly long time to respond because I was still in shock I thought she was going to beat me up, so I guess that's a relief my lips finally catching up with my head, matching the slow rhythm that Brittany had set. Pulling away for a breath of air before I spoke again, a lazy grin on my lips. "I thought you were mad" A tiny gasp slipping from my lips as Brittany started nibbling the skin behind my ear, clearly undeterred at the fact I had stopped kissing and had just moved to another available spot to start somewhere else. Her arms wrapping around my waist to hold me steady.

"I was mad. You shouldn't have done that." Trying my best not to squirm as her soft breaths hit my neck as she spoke. "Especially not in front of Sue"

"I was helping you, and you did amazing bri-urgh-itt" My words of praise getting harder and harder to say as I spoke, especially since Brittany had taken to biting down on random parts of my skin.

"But not I'm not mad anymore" A whine escaping my mouth as she started sucking on my neck. My arms reaching out to grip at Brittany's shoulders, my legs going weak as she attacked me with such ferocity I'd never seen before. "Kind of the opposite really" Amazed that she still had any energy left after all of the work she'd done today.

A swipe of her tongue signalled the end of her attack, for now at least, on my neck. The throbbing left there made me sure that a hickey would be seen in that spot for at least a few days. Trailing her lips up to my jaw, beginning to kiss a short line to the corner of my mouth. Letting a soft moan escape as I immediately could feel Brittany's tongue swiping across my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth, which I couldn't deny, parting my lips to allow her in. Even going as far as grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her towards me in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Our tongues immediately battling for dominance, the kiss becoming sloppy and heated fairly quickly as neither wanted to back down, it was a few minutes before we pulled away, panting.

I pressed my forehead against hers, my eyes closed for a moment as I could feel our breathing mixing below, our heavy gasps in time with each others. Softly nuzzling my nose against hers as I opened my eyes to see Brittany's staring back at me. Those eyes. Those eyes that I swear I could get lost in each time I gazed into them. They drew you in, it's true whoever said that eyes are the windows to the soul, because even though I couldn't see her lips I knew that she was happy, they had a certain sparkle to them that I don't think I've ever seen before. The blue to them darker than I've ever seen before.

Brushing our lips together lightly, tracing around them with my own. Our breathing mingling together. Allowing the edges of my mouth to quirk up into a smile as each time Brittany would push forward to capture my lips I would pull away. After a few goes I could tell she was getting a bit frustrated, playfully tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth instead, releasing it with an audible pop. Beginning to form one of her usual pouts as I still refused her kisses, sending a short flick of my tongue against her sulking lips. Eventually closing the distance to bring our lips together once more into a searing kiss.

One of my hands slipping down and grabbing the material of Brittany's hoodie, pulling her with me as I stepped blindly backwards through the familiar room. Only stopping when the backs of my legs hit the bed, moving to perch on the end as I dragged Brittany down to sit beside me. My tongue massaging hers as my hands fumbled to find the zipper of Britt's hoodie. After a short while I had found it, the task being made harder as Brittany pulled me closer to her, kicking my leg out to straddle her thigh as I manoeuvred the zipper down its little track.

A rush of satisfaction hitting me as I pulled the jacket from her body, ignoring the fact I got it stuck on her arms a little, exposing her that little bit more. Her arms still on my waist pulling me flat against her as we continued to kiss, the unwanted item of clothing thrown to the floor in a hurry. My body shuddering involuntarily as Brittany slipped her frozen hands under the material of my shirt, the rough texture of the ice smoothing down as it met the scorching heat of my body, the water dripping to my navel as she outlined the shape of my abs before evaporating in small wisps. Jerking as I felt her hand skim across the mark on my hip, the heat melting her ice more ferociously with a loud hiss at the touch.

I'm going to have to do something about that.

Hearing a whimper from Brittany when I suddenly pulled away, breaking the kiss. I sat backwards on my knees as her fingers stretched out only to find air where my body had been.

"Hold your hands out babe" I was met with a questioning look, before she held her arms out, one on either side of me. Only focusing slightly as my own powers flared up, concentrating more on Brittany's eyes as she looked at me. My hands burning as I skimmed a finger down Britt's arm, leaving a smooth dip as the ice melted and evaporated before our eyes, her pale skin visible beneath. Her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as she breathed in a shuddery breath. It was strange, never before had this felt so sensual, more than the other number of times we'd done this. Slowly dragging another finger down the inside of her arm. Thinking about it, Brittany must trust me a lot. Never once has her belief that I wont harm her wavered. Somehow she just knows that I wouldn't hurt her. My palms now gliding down her arms, exposing more and more of Brittany's skin as the ice melted away. Knowing exactly how hot and how much pressure to use to safely remove the ice, almost instinctive as the ice on Brittany's body is removed. Smiling softly and snuffing out my flames completely when every last piece had gone.

Brittany was pulling me into a hug before I knew it, my head resting against her shoulder, my blunt nails drawing patterns over the bare skin of the nape of her neck, making her shiver very obviously as her arms wrapped around me. My eyes darting left as I observed the dark room around us, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"What babe?" I could hear Brittany breathe into my ear, her hands stilling their movements as they had begun to drift around to my waist.

"Oh erm" Did I really sigh that loud? "I was just on the lookout for your cockblocking cat"

"Seriously Santana" Gently pushing on my stomach so I could sit backwards to look at her, eyebrows raised at me. "We're getting our sweet lady kisses on and all you can think about is my pussy?"

Well…

The mischievous glint in her eye not going unnoticed by me, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly as she attempted to keep the smirk off her face.

"You say that like it's a bad thing" My voice coming out a lot more raspy than I expected, my hands pulling softly on Britt's neck to pull her closer to me, missing the contact between us already.

"I guess it's not a bad thing at all" She mumbled into the crook of my neck, nibbling at the skin there in a way that made my heart flutter. "Hey San" She whispered softly, only hearing her because she was so close to my ear. "You know I'm not talking about Lord Tubbington right?" A giggle escaping from my lips at her adorableness.

"I know honey, I know"

Our lips finding each other once more, my tongue immediately seeking Brittany's as I rocked myself forward, encouraging Brittany to lie down on the bed. Her arms hurriedly finding my waist to pull me down with her, my hands finding the mattress either side of Brittany's head so I could steady myself, still straddling her thigh. Breaking the kiss after a few moments, opening my eyes to find a gasping Brittany, her chest heaving as her breathing tried to regulate itself. One of her hands reaching upwards to run her fingers through my hair, loosening it so it fell in waves over my shoulders. Finding myself leaning into her touch with a sigh before she pulled her hand away.

My hand dancing along the edge of her T-shirt, as the other coiled around her shoulder to keep her steady. Slowly I found my fingers curled around the edge of her shirt, but before I could lift it an inch, cool, pale hands rested lightly on my own, stopping them in their tracks. My eyes looking to her in shock as she simply shook her head, a nervous expression tugging at her features.

"Britt?" My voice more of concern than anything else right now. Pulling away from her and allowing her to sit up. Was I going too fast for her? Untangling our legs so that I was sitting beside her.

"I'm sorry San" Her eyes glassy with impending tears, my thumb darting to wipe away one that sprung free. "It's just I'm so…so…" Her voice trembling as she struggled with the words. Shaking her head when they wouldn't come, gazing at the floor.

"Honey" My hands finding hers as they gripped tightly to mine. My heart clenching in worry. "What's wrong?" My only response was a shuddery breath as she tried to calm down, softly stroking her hands with my thumbs, wondering how I could help.

"I'm ugly" She murmured, my ears only just catching the words as they fell from her lips. Her blue eyes full of pain as she looked up to mine. You couldn't be more wrong.

"Britt-"

"No Santana I know what you're going to say" Her voice trembling as she spoke, cutting me off before I could finish. "You're going to tell me I'm not. That I'm beautiful. But you haven't seen me" Her voice turning so bitter that it scared me for a moment, my brow furrowed. "You haven't seen what they did" Her words sticking in her throat as she tried not to cry.

"Show me" My voice steady despite the fact that my heart was breaking once more for my girlfriend. I swear when I find out who put her through all of this I'm going to kill them. "If you want to I mean" Tugging one of my hands free, using the back of my fingers to stroke down her jaw line. An unreadable expression crossing her face. Pulling her hands free from my own and reaching for the hem of her shirt. With a trembling breath she pulled the garment over her head and flung the shirt to the floor.

My first instinct was to gasp, but not in horror surprisingly, in awe.

A forking pattern of scars covered her stomach, stretching up as far as her ribs, looking as though an electric current had passed through her skin and marked her. All spreading up from a spot on her hip, where the marks seemed to originate. I struggled to find the words, instead choosing to stay mute, as my hand reached out hesitantly, stopping just short of her skin. Looking up to see Brittany nod sadly at me, allowing me to reach out and press the pad of my thumb against the one of the marks. Hearing the sharp intake of breath from Brittany above me as my fingers pressed into cool flesh.

My hand shifting so my fingertips could begin tracing across the silvery patterns, following the branched marks until they faded away to a point, feeling Britt's muscles contract underneath my hands. Noticing that the scars were almost completely smooth, no raised bumps or anything of the sort, with the exception of a few deeper marks. In fact you possibly wouldn't even notice they were there if it wasn't for the milky shimmer of colour that they held. Almost as if it was painted straight onto her skin. There was a dull blue gleam to them that I couldn't place. They were quite beautiful in a way, the way they got there was the only ugly thing about them.

I could understand Brittany's hesitation before a lot more now, But she needn't have worried.

"You're perfect"

Because even if tomorrow I found out she was half squid, kind of like Ursula from the little mermaid, but less evil and a hella lot more attractive I still wouldn't mind. Because Brittany is Brittany. And that's all I need to know, I don't care if she's scarred. I care that someone has done that to her. I care that she feels like she isn't anything less than beautiful. I care that everyday she's reminded of that horrible place by the marks they left on her.

"What do you mean?" Her blue eyes looking at me confused, as if she expected me to run, to shout, to agree with her that she's hideous which would never ever happen

"I mean" raising my hand to cup at her cheek, shifting myself as best I could to be at her eye level. "That last time I checked, which was about three seconds ago, you're still the most beautiful, hot, funny, smartest girl that I've met. And this" Tickling her stomach with my nails, a smile just reaching my face as I got Brittany giggling softly. "Isn't going to change that, or how I feel about you"

"San…" It came out as a choked whisper, smiling through the few tears that had started to fall. Her hand softly caressing my own on her cheek. "I was scared"

"You don't ever have to be scared with me around"

Before I knew it I was falling backwards as Brittany hooked her leg over mine, twisting from her seating position so that she was straddling me now. Pushing me down so I was lying flat on the bed, bouncing against it momentarily at the force she had used. My hands reaching down to grasp at the thighs that were now straddling my waist, however hers were slightly more adventurous than mine. Slipping their way underneath my shirt, her nails dragging up and down my stomach as I let out a shuddery breath into the air, squirming underneath her touch.

My own fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, glad for the material of her sweatpants otherwise I was sure I would be breaking skin. Trying to lift myself from the bed with the intent of capturing her lips, but after only lifting a small amount from the mattress I could feel Brittany's hand stilling on my stomach, applying a slight pressure that told me wordlessly to stay in place. I looked to her with a questioning look as I sank back once more, her eyes giving nothing away and her lips a tight smile. Withdrawing one of her hands and leaning down to place it beside my head. Her body shifting, dragging out each movement as she hovered over my body, making sure there was no contact between us, until we were face-to-face.

I could feel her heavy breaths against my lips, her eyes locking onto mine, I could barely breathe myself, her eyes hypnotising me as they shone in the darkness. My hands at her shoulders almost instantly, pulling her closer as I was craning my neck forward, pressing my lips to the corner of her mouth. Her response to that was to send a small nip to my lips with her teeth, soothing them soon after with her tongue. Begging for entrance immediately as she bit once more into the swollen flesh, letting out a gasp at the weird sensation on pleasure mixed with a tiny jolt of pain. My lips parting, allowing it to slip into my mouth, wondering if I would ever get tired of kissing Brittany.

I noticed the difference in this kiss, it was hot and heavy, our tongues colliding much more often and with a lot more passion as I found myself arching more into Brittany, almost begging for her to touch me. After the weeks of constant teasing it was becoming clear that I was in desperate need of a release. Brittany seemed to sense that too. My muscles tensing as her hand began creeping up my body, seemingly with the intent to torture, as her fingers were tracing a line underneath my bra as I groaned into her mouth in frustration.

Her reaction not helping matters as I felt her smirk into the kiss. Deciding to lead by example I slipped one of my hands from Brittany's shoulder the brief distance downward, cupping Brittany's breast roughly in my hand. Smirking myself as a whine from Brittany slipped into my mouth. Determined not to be outdone Britt did the same, kneading my breasts firmly. I broke the kiss, my neck arching backwards with a hiss of pleasure. Shuddering as a long wet tongue licked up the underside of my neck.

I nearly spoke up when her hands disappeared, the unvoiced protests stopping as soon as I felt a tug on the bottom of my shirt. Receiving a soft glare from blue eyes when I chuckled at her struggling to remove the item of clothing, pulling at it furiously.

"Wait," I whispered, suddenly aware how scratchy my voice was. "Let me." Sitting upwards and sending a wink Britt's way as she sat backwards on her legs to watch me. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, my eyes never leaving hers as I tugged the material slowly upwards, seeing the conflict in Brittany's eyes as I raised an eyebrow in challenge. Her curiosity winning out as her gaze broke away from mine and to my chest, biting her lip as more and more of my skin got revealed. My pulse beating faster as her eyes looked increasingly ravenous as I inched my arms upwards. Only breaking away from Brittany when I had to pull the shirt over my head, throwing it quickly to the floor.

"Better?" I whispered horsely, getting only a nod of the head before Britt was leaning forward, a few strands of loose hair tickling at my nose as she inched closer to me. Our lips connecting as my arms wrapped around her neck, my stomach tensing when it connected with Brittany's bare skin. Aware that unfortunately we were still wearing way too many clothes, as it was something that hindered my ability to feel her completely against me. My fingers sliding gently down her back, unsure if she was even as our mouths moved together. Trying to fumble for her bra, eventually finding what I was looking for, my fingers snapping the clasp open. Causing Brittany to pull away from my lips suddenly.

"Well that was sneaky" Her eyebrow raised in amusement.

Ignoring her, or at least not replying right now, as I delicately removed the straps from her arms, allowing the garment to eventually follow, throwing it to the floor. As I was quite literally faced with my girlfriends boobs. Tilting my head back to grin at Brittany, my eyes never leaving her face as my hands gripped her waist as she arched my thumbs to lightly follow a line upward, following the curves of her body. Stroking her ribs gently as I continued my journey. Skimming underneath her breasts, barely touching yet still causing an uneven breath to slip from her mouth. Feeling her heart fluttering just underneath my fingertips, making them dance along her skin until I paused where the beat was strongest. Above her heart.

I smiled, skimming across down to her stomach before softly digging my nails into pale skin, the sudden roughness had Brittany shouting out in pleasure. Glad for the slight distraction as I quickly gripped her shoulders and pushed, allowing me to flip our position before she had even time to register what was going on, landing on top of Britt with a small huff of air as her back sank into the bed.

"Sneaky" I winked at her.

My eyes roaming her wonderful body as I allowed my nails to carve the lightest trails along her skin as I moved to straddle her hips. Tracing just below her collarbones, back down to the sides of her ribs, they teased the skin of her toned stomach following the patterns that were there, moving upwards to trace the undersides of her breasts, then just barely brushing over her pink nipples, yet she squirmed with a moan at the featherlight touch.

"Please," Brittany whispered, barely audible underneath her gasps. I could tell she didn't even know what she was pleading for, but she knew she needed something. Something more than what I was giving her right now. "Please, San" I responded by leaning down pressing a light kiss against her clavicle, following the path that I had made with my hands, nipping and licking every inch of exposed skin that I could. Kissing my way down Britt's stomach, deciding where I could travel to next. Settling, for now, on up. My tongue sliding its way to Brittany's chest, brushing idly over a soft nipple, pausing ever so slightly to gauge her reaction, when no protests had been made I began tracing around it. Teasing slow strokes with my tongue, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. My hand sneaking over to the other side, firmly kneading the neglected breast as I took the nipple into my mouth, releasing it soon afterwards with a pop. Flicking my tongue a few times over the now stiffened peak as I gently pinched the other with my fingertips, delighting in the soft moans coming from above as I rolled it in between my fingers.

Feeling brave I added my teeth as well, grazing them lightly across the sensitive tip. Hissing slightly in pain as I could feel Britt's hands knot into my loose hair, tugging at the strands as she held me against her. Occasionally offering a gentle bite to the smooth skin of her breast, if only to hear the shocked gasp of Brittany as she arched forward into me. Nearly gasping aloud myself as Brittany's hips bucked upwards to find my own, that jerked forward in response. But I was determined to ignore the heat building in my lower stomach, focusing solely on Brittany for now. Dropping lower and lower until I was peppering kisses against her abs. Feeling each quick breath she took as my lips moved against her skin, circling her navel with my lips. Taking the flesh below it into my mouth, sucking hard, only releasing when I was sure it would leave a mark. My tongue teasingly swiping across the waistline of her sweats in one long lick, enjoying the feeling of Brittany writhing underneath me and seeing her heaving stomach as she gasped for air.

"San" I could hear a growl from above, pulling away to sit back on my knees, licking my lips as I innocently smiled at her. My fingers hooking underneath the waistband of her sweatpants, dragging them slowly down as I kept the innocent look on my face. Shifting myself around as they reached me, in order to manoeuvre them down her legs. The offending item of clothing quick to join the others on the floor. Doing a double take as I saw the tiny duckies that covered Brittany's boy shorts. Cute.

Positioning myself between Britt's legs, fingertips tickling at her ankles as she fought off giggles. Dragging upward achingly slow, savouring the feel of Brittany's toned muscles twitching underneath my touch. Grinning at each incontrollable jerk of her leg or frustrated groan that slipped from Brittany's mouth, desperate for me to hurry along.

But I was in no rush, wanting to remember every single moment and burn them into my memory. The only light source coming in from the open door of the bedroom, highlighting Brittany under its soft glow. Curving over every inch of her exposed body, following it's trail upwards with my eyes, the light making the marks against her body almost shimmer. She's so beautiful. Placing a few short kisses up Brittany's neck, my hands still gripping at her thighs. Watching as she looked down, confusing me when I saw an angry frown grace her otherwise perfect features.

"You're wearing too many clothes" The gravelly voice of Britt not going unnoticed by me as she explained her annoyance.

"You could always take them off for me" Making extra sure I was close enough so my breath tickled at her ear.

Her hands at my back in an instant, sharp nails dragging lines towards my lacy bra, groaning at the sensation against Britt's neck, hoping that she was leaving marks so I could wear them proudly for a while. Snapping the latch open and tearing the material off my chest with a growl. Gasping at her sudden forcefulness as she kissed at my shoulder flinging my now useless bra to the side. Feeling a hand pushing me sharply to the bed, flipping our position once again.

Barely having any time to protest before Brittany's hands started kneading my breasts roughly. Arching forward into the touch with a moan that I could have sworn I didn't make. Her thumbs flicking over my nipples as she continued, hissing through my teeth each time she connected with the sensitive peaks. She lunged at my neck, placing a well aimed bite on a recently discovered pulse point that had me crying out, pushing myself further into Brittany's skilful hands. Sloppy kisses following a trail down my neck, my breath hitching as they made their way down to one of Britt's hands, knowing what their intended target was to be.

"Urgh Britt"

The moment her tongue replaced her hand, my body shook at the sensation. My hands finding solace in the sheets beside me as I clung for dear life. I was barely managing to keep my thoughts in check as Britt began swirling her tongue, mimicking my actions before. Her other hand working to tease me just as much, slender fingers circling my nipple before suddenly palming my breast, the alternating touches had me gasping out her name.

She moved downwards, her breath hitting me in short bursts as she crossed my heaving stomach. Writhing underneath her as she stopped to nibble at my skin a few times. A smile pressing against my skin when I felt her reach the top of my sweatpants. My hips bucking upwards involuntary as she placed an open mouthed kiss to where she had stopped, desperate for her to touch me a little further south. A breathless laugh coming from Brittany below as she sensed my discomfort as my grip began tightening on the sheets. Closing my eyes and trying to keep myself a bit more in check. Don't want to burn my bedroom down.

Butterflies suddenly appearing in the pit my stomach when I became aware of the first hard tug on my sweats, trying to remove them from my legs. Aiding Britt as best I could by lifting up from the bed slightly, nearly hitting her in the face as I kicked them off as fast as I could not even trying to hide my eagerness. Leaving me only in my black and red lace panties, which by now were soaked through from all the teasing.

Brittany leaned forward, pressing her palm flat against my abs, the muscles tightening under her touch. Her thumb only just brushing against my birthmark, but I jolted at the touch, feeling a burning sensation shoot through it. Quick to remove my grip on the sheets to latch onto Brittany's waist, pulling her down into a hungry kiss, Britt quickly catching herself as her hands dug into the sheets on either side of my head. Our bodies pressed together, aware of the dual heartbeat that pounds against our chests. Our bodies moulding together as our bare skin connects, appreciating the closeness between us right now. She shifts subtly, slipping a thigh in between my legs. Unashamedly finding myself grinding against it, attempting to alleviate some tension as best I could as our tongues tangled together. My nails digging into bare skin as Brittany casually rolled her hips forward, making sure to purposefully press her thigh harder against my panties. Copying my actions before as she rocked her centre against the top of my leg in long drawn out motions. A moan slipping from my mouth to hers as I felt the heat on my thigh through her underwear.

My hands reaching out, caressing the base of her neck as I broke the kiss, my head falling to her shoulder. Panting out breathlessly against Britt's neck, sending sharp nips of my teeth against the skin when I wasn't attempting to stifle my gasps as I pushed back against her. Desperate for more as I increased the pace of my hips, my movements becoming erratic as I tried to get more contact between myself and Brittany. One of my hands starting to wander, my manicured nails dragging across Britt's back, sweeping across her ribs. Hoping that I wasn't leaving too many marks as I went.

Eventually settling on curling my fingers around her shoulders, twisting my body only slightly to get a better look at Brittany as she hung over me, our bodies still sliding against one another. She was breathing so heavily that with each puff you could see a small cloud of water vapour escape from her mouth. I briefly wondered why, with all of this going on, she wasn't just a giant ice cube right now, but I chalked it up to her being very in control or just incapable from all the effort needed today. A sly smile appearing on her face as I dug my fingers into the taught muscle of her shoulders, responding by shifting all her weight onto her forearm, gifting the other hand with the freedom to move.

I slowed my thrusts to an almost non-existent pace, lazily pushing my hips forward to meet the top of Britt's leg as I tried not to get too carried away just yet. Her free hand toying with a loose thread from my panties, her knuckles just brushing against my hips. Her face now hovering above mine, her eyes searching my features for any hesitation or discomfort in my own, which of course she found none. Placing a soft kiss to her cool lips as I slipped my fingertips just below the waistline of her underwear. Our movements stopping completely as I circled the soft skin just underneath her hip, noticing that her eyes had fluttered shut momentarily, only for the deep blue to find mine again.

I took a deep breath, gripping the flimsy material and began dragging it down Britt's legs. She followed suit, our eyes never unlocking as we exposed the other, our breathing in sync as our chests moved together. Stretching to press a few short kisses to Brittany's lips, my hips lifting upwards so she could pull my underwear off completely and throw them across the room, as my arms couldn't reach as far Britt aided by simply kicking hers from her legs to the floor.

We lay there for a moment, our lips finding one another as the realisation dawned that we were fully naked and kissing and in bed together. Our free hands roaming, feeling each curve of the others body, each goose bump from the others lingering touch, each scar that left a mark on our bodies, in that moment nothing was hidden from the other.

The kiss was broken, my breath shuddering against Brittany's lips, my hand stilling just above Brittany's centre. Her eyes shutting as I pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her breath catching in her throat as I found the courage to skim down lower, hesitantly running a finger through dripping folds. I have to stop myself from gasping as I feel Brittany's wetness against my finger, realising just how soaked she is for me. Feeling a lot more confident as I could feel the smallest twitch of her hips against my finger trying to spur me on. Repeating the action again, this time a loud moan slipping from her mouth. Biting my lip as I tease at her entrance, my finger only just dipping in before pulling away completely, watching each gasp and moan as it happens before my eyes. It takes a low whine and a thrust of Brittany's hips before I get the message, slowly starting to ease my finger into her.

"Oh god San"

The words breathed against my lips as I carefully pushed deeper into Brittany. Her fingers immediately finding their way to my centre, stopping my breathing completely as she wastes no time in brushing her fingertip against my clit. My hips jerking forward against her as I try to find the contact i've been seeking for a while now. Our lips connecting as I begin pumping my fingers at a drawn-out pace. I groan into the kiss as Brittany circles my clit a few more times before dipping lower, pushing a slender finger right into me as I bucked forward to meet her.

Rocking into Britt as our mouths moved lazily together, feeling her shiver against me as my finger slips in and out of her so easily. She was quick to learn though, keeping at a tortuously slow pace as she pushed deeper into me, curling her finger upwards in a becoming motion that had me digging my nails into Britt's shoulder. My response was to increase the pace as I thrust into Brittany, her body shaking as we found ourselves establishing a steady rhythm between us as she sped up. Our bodies sliding together as Brittany's arm shook slightly from supporting her upright, gripping my hair as if it would help anchor her down, her fingers knotting in the strands.

I give an involuntary moan as suddenly I could feel her finger slip out of me, breaking our kiss as I wondered what was going on. The dim light making it difficult to see, but I was sure I could see a smirk on Brittany's face.

"Fuck Britt"

My question answered as one finger was now replaced by two, continuing at their relentless pace, I was sure that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. With a soft growl Brittany begins to push into me harder than ever as I attempt to match her pounding rhythm. My hot breaths hitting her neck as they come out as ragged pants as my head presses against her shoulder. My loose hand grasping at Brittany's skin as I try pulling her even closer, lost in the moment as my nails dug into soft flesh. Feeling her writhe against me as I began sliding another finger into her entrance carefully, letting her grow accustomed before picking up a steady pace.

She starts placing sloppy kisses on my neck as I rock against her fingers. Moaning against her skin as I try in vain to keep quiet as she travels downwards to take my nipple into her mouth. I turn my head, latching onto a pulse point, all of a sudden my body rising from the bed as she bites my nipple in response before soothing it with a few quick flicks of her tongue.

"I'm so close Britt" I whimpered throatily against her ear, which only spurred her on more. The pressure behind my bellybutton building with each skilful push of Britt's fingers. My hips jerking to meet each thrust, encouraging her fingers deeper into me. Crying her name as she moves upwards, releasing her mouth to bit down at the join of my shoulder and neck, my heart hammering against my ribcage so hard I fear it may burst through. My fingers buried in Brittany curling upwards, hitting against her inner walls, hearing incoherent words slip from her lips as I found the spot that would drive her crazy.

"San I'm going to-"

Her words cut off by a rapid succession of moans. Letting my thumb brush teasing circles around Brittany's clit before pressing down fully, her hips jerking forward against my hand with a few sharp thrusts as I pumped my fingers into Brittany, ignoring the cramp that was beginning in my wrist as I curled my fingers, hitting that spot inside Brittany again and again.

"Let go baby"

"Oh god. Oh fuck San" Feeling her shudder against me, gasping out a mixture of expletives and deviations of my name. Snapping my eyes open to look at her, peeking through strands of my own hair as they fell across my damp face, hers in disarray as she thrust against my fingers shaking more strands loose from her ponytail. Her mouth hanging open and her eyes scrunched shut. My thumb still rubbing at her clit while I slipped in and out of her. The involuntary tremors of her body signalling that she had reached her peak, jerking with uneasy breaths as her walls clenched around my fingers. The rocking of her hips against mine, causing her fingers to drive deeper into me, pushing me over the edge with her.

"Oh fuck Britt fu-uck"

My breathing erratic as I feel one of the most intense orgasms hit me. My body spasming as I ride out waves of pleasure, arching my back completely into Brittany, colourful spots bursting behind my eyelids as I ground down harshly against her fingers, trying to prolong this feeling for as long as possible. Gasping out at the aftershocks that rock my body as her fingers slow their pace, trying my best to gulp down air as my body recovers, falling backwards to the bed.

"Wow San"

I smile softly as Brittany gently detangles herself, moaning halfheartedly at the loss of contact as she removes her fingers from me, she does the same as I slip my wet fingers out from her. Although it's impossible I almost feel cold without her body against mine now, watching as Britt rolled off me with a contented sigh, her eyelids drooping as she fights to keep them open.

"Go to sleep babe" Knowing that right now she's too tired to do anything but sleep right now. Hell me too. Smiling sleepily at me, leaning over to kiss my cheek. Taking the opportunity to throw the creased bedcovers over us both, my arm wrapping around her waist as my head finds its way to a pillow. Her hand reaching behind to lazily scratch at my head as I peppered kisses against her neck, trying not to smirk proudly at the purplish bruises that could be seen there. Her hand lazily dropping to link with my own

"G'night San" Mumbling the words into the pillow. Shuffling around so our naked bodies were pressed together, trying not to look so pleased with myself because I was the big spoon for the night. The warm feeling that I had missed filling me up almost instantly as her hand tightened around mine.

"Night Britt" Pressing one last kiss against her soft skin. The even breathing told me that she probably hadn't even heard that, falling asleep almost immediately. Licking my lips hesitantly, peeking over to see the rise and fall in her chest and peaceful features. Making sure that she was indeed asleep. Taking a shaky breath I snuggled into her, my arms wrapping tighter against her, a soft glow enveloping me. Trying to calm down my breathing after that amazing session, my heart racing even thinking about it.

Increased heart rate

Short breaths

A grin plastered across my face as I closed my eyes.

I'll bet my pupils are dilated too.

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Well that was a lot to take in at once.

All mistakes are totally mine in this chapter as it is unbeta-ed and I changed a few (lots of) things last minute. I hope you enjoyed and hopefully, hopefully I won't be as long updating next time, If any of you are even still reading that is, after my massive absence.

But I hope you liked it anyway, oh and thank you to everyone that PM'ed me asking about if I'd abandoned this story, because no...I haven't I've just abandoned the TV show...But anyway you guys are awesome and it makes me feel super weird and happy that you even like my story never mind messaging me begging for me to put it up. So thanks :)