hey guys, sorry about the wait but thank you for being so patient. for those of you who follow me on tumblr, you know that i was having internet issues and that's why rather than on Saturday when i wanted to post, i am posting on Monday... anyway, this is a pretty long chapter so hopefully it makes up for the wait.
it's no surprise by the extreme lack of reviews i got, or did not get, from last chapter that it was boring. i get that, but those things were needed because not only did they clear things up with Quinn it was needed to further the story. it's like those episodes we get from whatever show we're watching and we're like wtf, nothing happened? but then later on we're like 'oh yeah, okay now it's all working'... idk, that's how i see it. so i'm sorry if last chapter was a bit of a disappointment but without it, not all would make sense...:)
so, also, if you follow me on tumblr you would also know that i had said that there was over 4,000 words up in here which was just smut! well guess what, i was wrong... because it's actually MORE! (insert evil laugh) so with that said i REALLY hope this is worth the wait. so get comfy, make sure you're alone and grab a bottle of water or something, shits about to get hot... i hope:) enjoy
review pwease:)
Brittany wakes up in the middle of the night. It's not a bad dream, stress or anxiety that stirs her it's just one of those moments during sleep when one happens to wake up. She yawns because she is still very tired and she lifts her head up to look over at the alarm clock on Santana's nightstand and she sighs when she reads its only 3:12am.
Resting her head back down to the pillow she faces Santana's sleeping form and how her back slowly rises and sinks as she breathes easily. She smiles to herself and reaches her hand up to gently run her fingers through dark hair trailing down to her back. The blonde shuffles her body closer to her girlfriend's, bringing her chin to settle at Santana's shoulder and presses a soft kiss to the skin there.
She grins when she hears a content but still very sleepy sigh tumble from Santana's lips and even though she can't see her face Brittany knows the other girl is smiling. Bringing her arm back under the comforter she slips her hand to Santana's hip and squeezes it lightly and pulls their bodies a little closer together. Santana's body complies with the requests of the blonde's motions and she turns on her side pressing her back flush against Brittany's.
When Brittany's fingers play with the hem of Santana's tank top a warm hand covers her own and presses it more into tanned skin. The Latina hums out a noise as her body wriggles and shifts, arching her back subtlely against the blonde's. Brittany smirks and with her other hand brushes Santana's hair away from her shoulder, settling her lips to her neck adoring the flesh with open mouthed kisses.
"Hmm." Santana giggles out, lacing her fingers with Brittany's pushing both of their hands further up and under her top. "What are you doing?" She asks in amusement but her huskier than usual voice tells Brittany she knows exactly what's going on.
The blonde continues to shower all and any exposed flesh available to her with wet, hot kisses. She nibbles on Santana's ear lobe, sucking it between her lips before letting it slip out to kiss to the spot just below. Her breath hits the Latina's ear and Brittany can feel her shiver in her arms and the goose bumps that rise against her finger tips as she caresses Santana's toned stomach.
"I'm leaving in six hours." Brittany whispers into her ear between kisses. Santana nods, doing her best to get their bodies to be as close together as physically possible, her hands running up and down the arm that is around her. The blonde leans more forward, brushes some more hair away from Santana's face and places a peck on her cheek and smiles against her skin. "Let's get naked and make love."
Those words whispered into her ear is all that it takes for the space between Santana's legs to ache harder than it already had been and she turns her head around as far as she can to look at Brittany. She can see her, even through the darkness of their bedroom, thanks to the sliver of moonlight streaming in from the window. She smiles and even though it's not one of those wide, ear to ear smiles, it's soft and thoughtful and so full of love and it starts at her mouth but goes all the way to her eyes.
Without saying a word Santana turns herself in Brittany's arms, brings her hand up to the blonde's neck and leans forward to kiss her on the lips. The kissing starts off slow but soon enough tongues seek entrance, licking lower lips and dipping into open mouths. They smile into their kisses as their bodies push away the confinement of their comforter until it falls off at the foot of the bed. Tanned hands grip at a t-shirt, bunching it into fists and pushing it up quickly. Pale, slender fingers slide up and under a white tank top, slowly easing it up until being pushed over the swell of Santana's breasts.
Brittany winds up on top of Santana, keeping her hands at the Latina's shoulders where she holds the tank top up and she leans down to carefully take a nipple between her lips. A breathe of a moan slips from Santana's parted lips as she takes in a quick breath, the feeling of Brittany's lips and tongue playing with her body causing her hips to move of their own accord. She smiles when the blonde moves to the other, her back arches up for more contact as her hands get lost in a sea of blonde, completely forgetting about the t-shirt she has been trying to remove.
She lifts her head and watches Brittany go to town on her breasts, making sure to give each one equal and very necessary attention. When the blonde sits up, removing her lips from Santana's skin, she quickly discards the t-shirt still covering her own body and giving Santana a moment to finish in taking off her tank top. Tops now both on the floor, or somewhere else in the room, Brittany smiles as she once again brings her body down to Santana's this time just hovering over the shorter girl's body.
They both watch as Brittany lowers herself just enough for their breasts, nipples specifically, to brush up against each other. They gasp at the simple touch, but even the tiniest of contact is igniting what is to come and they can feel the buildup deep down. Her head leans down and forward, bringing their lips together once again in a heated kiss.
Santana grips the back of Brittany's head by her hair to pull her harder into the kiss, her other hand trailing down the middle of the dancer's back. Her nails dig into pale flesh when Brittany hums into her mouth a moan and lightly grinds her hips down into Santana's. The blonde's lips move from the Latina's, ghosting over pressure points and gliding her tongue between her girlfriend's breasts as she lowers herself down the body beneath her.
"God baby." Santana grunts, her knees bend in anticipation and the tickling feeling of Brittany's lips and tongue caressing her skin everywhere. Her hands move from the back of Brittany's hair to the sides where she tucks the loose blonde hair behind her ears and cups her cheeks. "Mmm." She bites her lower lip and smirks as she watches Brittany praise every inch of her body.
With one last kiss to skin covering Santana's hip bone Brittany sits up, her hands still palming the Latina's body she smiles down at her girl. Her nose scrunches as she beckons the smaller girl to sit up to bring them face to face. Santana, without hesitation, pushes herself up at her elbows till her hands are flat against the bed and she is sitting up with her face inches away from the blonde's. They grin and Santana wraps her arm around Brittany's neck gently pulling her in for an open mouthed kiss, poking her tongue out to lick at the blonde's lower lip. She shudders when her girlfriend's fingers trace patterns down her sides until coming to the waistband of her shorts.
Brittany tucks her fingers into the fabric, the action initiating Santana to lift herself up from the mattress enough for the blonde to tug at the shorts and pull them away from her girlfriend's lower half. She pulls her lips away from Santana's again, smirk still in place and she slowly pulls the shorts over her thighs, knees till they are over her ankles and away from her body. Turning back to face the Latina after tossing her shorts far away from them she chews on her lower lip as she lets her eyes travel from tanned ankles, calves, thighs, hips until finally meeting those chocolate colored eyes that have been watching her intently. She flattens her hand against Santana's thigh and slides it up her body to her chest where she gently nudges her girlfriend to lie back down.
"Lay down babe." Brittany tells her kindly, her voice so calm. Santana of course listens and carefully lowers herself back to the bed once more, keeping her eyes fixed on the blonde kneeling before her. The dark haired girl gulps as her girlfriend's fingers trail down her legs, moving to the inside of her thighs, Santana spreads her legs further apart preparing herself.
Brittany chuckles at Santana's anxiousness and quickly moves her fingers back to the outsides of tanned thighs and over knees, gliding them down calves until encircling ankles, rubbing her thumb against the skin there. She tugs at the shorter girl's ankles with both hands till the girl gives in and allows her limbs to be manipulated by the blonde. Brittany lifts up Santana's right leg and rests it at her shoulder, turns her head towards it and kisses that tiny spot beside that ankle bone that sticks out.
She tickles up Santana's leg with her fingers, the outside and the inside respectively, her lips following the path of her fingers. The back of her hand grazes the skin of her girlfriend's knee where it bends and she kisses the inside of the same spot, her eyes locked into Santana's. Her shoulder moves to the spot her hand just was, at the bend of the Latina's knee as she presses her lips to the inside of her thigh while her other hand runs up and down the top of her other leg.
"Brittany." Santana's breathe hitches in the back of her throat, watching her girlfriend move at such a slow pace is so excruciatingly painful but so arousing and she just needs to feel more of her everywhere.
The blonde searches the Latina's darkened eyes, never once moving her lips from her caramel colored skin but reaches her hand up over a toned stomach, brushing over her breast till her fingers graze Santana's chin. The shorter girl grabs at her girlfriend's wrist and lifts her head to press her lips to Brittany's finger tips just before sliding one of the digits passed her lips and into her mouth, sucking on it gently.
"Ugh." Brittany groans out, leaning her head into the inside of Santana's thigh needing to squeeze her own legs together at the sight of her girlfriend's actions. "You're so sexy Santana." The blonde breathes out against the Latina's core and watches her finger slip out of Santana's lips as the shorter girl gasps at the puff of air hitting her most intimate spot. Her hips cant up, wanting more than just a breath of air touching her, needing Brittany's lips and tongue kissing her centre and inside of her. "You're the sexiest," She leans that last bit downward letting her lips place a quick, barely there kiss to Santana's core making the girl gasp. "Smartest," She grins and performs the same action, loving the airy sounds emanating from her girlfriend. "Most incredible person I've ever met." She tells the dark haired girl before kissing her soaked center for the third time, longer than the first few times and with more purpose other than a teasing brush of her lips.
Brittany closes her eyes when she pokes her tongue out to lick her lips, humming in appreciation at the taste of Santana and quickly diving in for more. Santana's eyes roll in the back of her head, her hips roll up and into Brittany's mouth and her hand covers the pale hand gripping at her breast.
"Oh." Santana moans, her other hand grabs at the bed sheet then moves to Brittany's shoulder until finally clutching a handful of blonde hair. She swallows roughly, her throat and mouth dry from hanging open and taking in sharp gulps of air to fill her lungs.
"Mmm." The blonde sighs against her girlfriend's core while continuing to lick and kiss her delicately, slowly increasing pressure and pace. Brittany slides her hand from her girlfriend's breast to her stomach, fingers gliding over the thin layer of sweat already formed on her tanned skin as she does her best to control her hips and enjoy the pace being set. "Tell me what you want baby." Brittany says in a hushed voice, only meant for them to hear, and she quickly places a kiss to the inside of her thigh before licking up Santana's dripping entrance flicking her clit in the process.
"Ungh." The high pitched noise pops from Santana's lips and her hips thrust up at the sensation and the fact that Brittany wants to hear about her sexual desires of the moment. She runs her fingers through her damp dark hair, grips it at the top of her head and licks her lips as she lifts her head to see Brittany at work between her legs. "Don't stop." She breathes out, her throat moves up and down not sure if she needs to swallow or if she can even speak more words. Blue eyes stare deeply into brown eyes and Brittany leans her head into Santana's thigh continuing to kiss and lick at her girlfriend. "I want you to…" She moans loudly, not even able to finish her request because Brittany doesn't need to be told what to do, she already knows that Santana wants her to stick her tongue inside of her as far as she possible can and rub her upper lip against her clit. "Fuck." She grinds herself into Brittany's face making the blonde's eyes shut tight as well as her own legs to quell her ever growing and nearly erupting arousal.
Brittany removes her tongue from deep inside of Santana making the girl breath out hard trying to get more oxygen into her lungs and then thrusts in and out of her quickly. Tanned fingers dig into a pale shoulder, gripping tightly then flattening her palm to the skin only to dig again into Brittany's shoulder.
"Uh… uh… uh." Santana pants and grunts, her hips desperately trying to match each and every movement of Brittany's skilled tongue, groaning out in everlasting pleasure when the blonde pushes far into her and staying still for the briefest of seconds.
The dancer once again removes her tongue, licks up and down her soaked centre, up a final time flicking the tip of her tongue over the hard bud just above her entrance causing the Latina to shiver and her legs to shake against Brittany's shoulder and the side of her head. She flattens her tongue over her clit, pressing forward for more pressure and moves her head up and down for harder friction.
"Oh… ungh!" Santana yells out into their bedroom, the sound bouncing off of the walls and dancing around them as it echoes in their ears along with their quickening heart beats. "Yes… baby, mhmm yes!" She moves her hand and fingers into blonde hair again rubbing her fingertips against Brittany's scalp as she continues her assault on Santana's clit, taking it between her lips and sucking on it with desire.
She feels Brittany's hand slip from her body, down her legs until completely away from her skin. The blonde tucks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down herself as she keeps Santana's clit between her lips. Once her panties are down to her knees she uses her legs to further them down to her ankles and kicks them off of her to the floor and brings her hands back up to grip Santana's thighs.
Her right hand moves from Santana's leg to the inside of her thigh and to where her lips are enclosed on the hard bud in her mouth and she slowly removes her lips to let her thumb take over. Santana gulps, gasps and searches for air at the new part of Brittany touching her as well as from the loss of the blonde's tongue and lips touching and tasting her.
The blonde moves into a kneeling position, her thumb still moving in circles against Santana's clit, but a little slower than her tongue had been doing before. Santana's eyes snap open at the change in pace and the feeling of her girlfriend moving. She locks eyes that are glazed over and a slightly darker blue, the blue she knows that is fired with lust and love and desire and passion. Brittany shifts herself a bit closer to Santana, rakes her free hand over her thigh up to her stomach and palms her breast giving it a squeeze. She bites her lower lip and lifts Santana's leg up to her shoulder once again, resting her knee there and kissing the inside of it quickly before looking back at her girlfriend.
She adjusts her hand, keeping her thumb in its current position, but moves it so her finger tips press gently against Santana's entrance, sliding them up and down the wetness. Santana's mouth hangs open as she watches Brittany watch the expressions change over her face. She turns her face again to kiss the inside of her girlfriend's leg while she slips the tip of her finger inside of her.
"Yes." Santana moans out airily, her hips moving up desperate for more penetration. Brittany presses a few open mouth kisses to tanned legs, pulling her finger out slowly before thrusting it all the way inside of her. "Ungh." The Latina grunts, her own hand flying slapping her forehead and gripping her dark hair in her fist. "More," She breathes out, closing her eyes momentarily. "More, please." Without hesitation Brittany pushes a second finger inside of her girlfriend, thrusting in and out of her at a quickening pace. "Oh my God!" Santana yells out, her head thrashing from side to side as Brittany's fingers push deep inside of her with each thrust. "I love you…fuck, I love you Britt… uh!" Her voice is strained and loud and husky and it's so hot Brittany's hips begin to move due to the ever growing heat and pulsation in her core.
"Mmm, I love you baby." Brittany says against the inside of her knee, kissing the spot over and over again, her hand sliding up and down her thigh.
"Jesus," She hisses, her hand moves from her own hair to the forearm of the hand on her thigh and she squeezes it tightly. "Fuck, more, more… harder." She begs, her words coming out quick and concise as she pleads with the blonde for a third finger to be entered into her. Brittany bites her lower lip, watching her girlfriend frantic to get more of everything from her and she tentatively adjusts her hand to add another finger at the Latina's request. It's a bit of a tight fit but she manages to fit a third finger inside of Santana whose eyes pop open, her body still and she pants heavily at the newest digit inside of her. "Oh. My. God." Santana cries out in a sort of shock, stuttering over her words in the attempt to breath at the same time while she nods her head in utter approval and pleasure.
Her eyes squeeze shut when Brittany begins thrusting in and out of her, harder than before and her mouth hangs open letting out tiny grunts and loud moans encouraging the blonde onward. Brittany lets Santana's leg drop from her shoulder and she moves to lean over the Latina, resting her hand at the side of her face while she continues to move her fingers in and out of her core.
Santana smiles through heavy breathing when she opens her eyes to see Brittany looking down at her with the same look on her face. Her hands come up to the sides of the blonde's face, cupping her cheeks and lifts her head from the pillow to bring their lips together. It's a quick kiss and the back of her head is soon resting on the pillow once again but her hands stay still, fingers brushing stray blonde hairs out of the way.
Her hips move up and into Brittany's hand in the attempt to match each and every thrust given. The blonde tilts her head to the side and presses her lips to Santana's, trailing tiny kisses from there to her cheek then to her neck before nibbling on the soft skin of her shoulder panting against it. The Latina wraps her arms around the blonde's neck and pulls her against her till their bodies are pressed to one another's, skin sliding against skin.
"Uh." Brittany moans at the feeling of Santana's breasts rubbing against her own and she bites down a little harder on her shoulder. "You feel so good Santana." She mumbles against slick from sweat flesh, licking at her lips tasting the salt dripping from her girlfriend's skin as well as the arousal she was feasting on moments ago.
She turns her head, her nose pressing into Santana's cheek and she sees the Latina's eyes shut tightly, her mouth wide open as bursts of air, pants of moans and squeaks of pleasure pop out and her tongue flickers out as though to taste the sounds coming out of her. Brittany can tell Santana is trying to hold on, wanting every sensation and feeling to last as long as humanly possible but she can feel the muscles around her three fingers tightening and pulsating for release. The blonde grins through her heavy breathing, places a quick, slightly open mouthed kiss to Santana's neck before leaning her forehead into her girlfriend's temple and gasping into her ear, working her fingers faster and harder.
"Go on baby," Brittany coos into her ear, nipping at her earlobe as she speaks. "Tell me how good it feels." It's more of a request than anything. Brittany finds nothing sexier and hotter than when Santana tells her exactly how she is making her feel when they are in the throes of lovemaking. The prospect of the Latina doing just that, especially after the blonde asks for it makes Brittany even wetter and the throbbing between her legs to become almost unbearable to ignore. "Tell me." She begs again and the way they her breath hits the inside of Santana's ear causes her hips to move erratically into Brittany's hand, desperate to take in those skilled fingers more fully and with more pressure. "Tell me how it feels when I'm inside of you." She licks the patch of skin just below Santana's earlobe which elicits a high pitched whimper from the Latina, her grip on Brittany's back and neck only tightening as she bucks her hips up.
"Eres tan jodidamente increíble!" Santana calls out in grunts as she turns her head so her mouth is by Brittany's ear. "Vete a la mierda me lo Buena." She hisses into her girlfriend's ear and the blonde can feel the blush, even through all of the heavy breathing, panting and the exertion, she can feel it creep up her neck and to her cheeks at the words she knows Santana is speaking. "Ungh!" She groans, her palms flatten against the pale, sweaty skin of her girlfriend still pressed up against her.
With a quick kiss placed at Brittany's cheek Santana's thighs squeeze tightly around the dancers torso and tanned hips grind up and hard. The blonde continues pumping in and out of Santana's centre even when she feels the girl beneath her start to quiver and shake against her. Santana's fingers dig into Brittany's back, then relax only to press harder into the soft skin to once again give out till her hands completely slide off of the blonde's back and to the bed.
Her fists grip at the bedding, then to her hair as her body writhes and works itself over Brittany's fingers. The heels of her palms cover her eyes as she grunts with each and every thrust Brittany gives her and finally runs her fingers through her hair and clutching it at the top of her head and looks at Brittany watching her. The blonde lifts her head to bring herself to eye level with her girlfriend, leans down to nip at the Latina's lower lip as guttural moans pour from her throat and drip off of her tongue.
"Br… Britt… uh, uh, uh…" Her back arches as she grunts out with an almost finality to her moaning. Brittany brings her forehead to press into Santana's chest as she girl reaches her orgasm, nearly sitting up into the blonde for an epic, earth shattering climax. The blonde takes this opportunity to latch onto one of Santana's nipples, letting her teeth graze the stiff peek and pokes her tongue out to soothe it. "Fuck. Fuck… dios mio!" Santana shouts, her hands finally free from her dampened dark locks and smacking against Brittany's back to clutch onto her. "Brittany!" Her voice seems to get louder and louder the longer she rides her wave of pleasure, probably because Brittany has not slowed down her pace in the least or how hard she's moving into Santana. She brings one of her hands to cup Brittany's cheek, moving her from her chest and resting their foreheads together.
"Let it all go baby." Brittany tells her, she finds it hard to talk now but the words do actually come out. She offers her girlfriend a small smile of encouragement and that's when she feels those muscles around her fingers pulsate in and out and then tightly wrap around her fingers and Santana's hips still for a moment.
"Hmph, oh… my…" The rest of her words fall from her tongue, her jaw drops and her eyes widen, locking into those blues that are staring back at her. Brittany sees her chest stutter, the beating of her heart pounding so hard her breasts lightly bounce up and down and she shivers herself when Santana's hips rock expertly, roll deliciously and grind hard one final time against her hand and on her fingers. "Oh, yes!" It comes out like a sigh of relief mixed in with a moan and Santana's head soon falls to that of her girlfriend's shoulder. She pants heavily as Brittany slowly removes her fingers to wrap both arms around her girlfriend who is now sitting in her lap.
Her hands and fingers run gently up and down the Latina's back, caressing the moist skin and breathing out unsteadily but with a smile at the feeling of goose bumps forming under her fingertips. She turns her head and presses her lips to Santana's temple that has her dark hair sticking to it but Brittany just keeps her lips there a little longer not really caring. She hums against her girlfriend's skin, tightens her grip around her and smirks with pride as she holds a limp, semi-comatose Santana in her arms whose hips are still moving of their own volition.
She moves her head till her cheek is resting against Santana's and her chin is perfectly situated where her neck and shoulder meet. Her lips find skin once again and she kisses the bits she can reach without jostling their comfortable position. Brittany closes her eyes, lets out a sigh after finally catching her breath slightly and grins because she can feel that lazy smile forming on Santana's lips against her own shoulder.
Her eyebrows furrow a bit when she feels Santana's lips move on her skin, and the buzzing feeling of muffled words being spoken against her body. She giggles and turns her head more into Santana's while running her fingers down the Latina's spine as she nudges her nose into the damp dark hair.
"What baby?" She softly inquires, letting her hand stop moving when she reaches her girlfriend's lower back, moving with the rocking motion Santana's lower body has been doing since her orgasm.
Santana kisses Brittany's shoulder, leaving the spot wet from her tongue, before she lifts her head and turns to face the blonde. She clears her throat, swallows smoothly and grins a goofy grin, her eyes flickering from blue eyes to pouty lips.
"I said, best-orgasm-ever." Santana repeats, her voice raspy from it being so early in the morning and from all of the yelling she had been doing. Brittany scrunches her nose and tilts her head enjoying the glazed over look in Santana's chocolate colored eyes. The blonde slowly leans in and presses her lips to Santana's causing them both to hum in reaction and smile at one another. "You know what I want to do right now?" She asks as she pulls away from her girlfriend's lips, watching her open her eyes slowly at the loss of contact.
"Hmm?" Brittany grins back and Santana leans forward again but this time rests her forehead against the blonde's.
"I want to go down on you until you have to get on that plane." She reveals in a low, husky voice and Brittany is pretty certain she can taste the sex off of her breath as the words float through the air.
A small whimper climbs up from Brittany's throat and gets lost somewhere on her tongue but that much she doesn't care about. What she is focused on right now is the fact that her centre is still throbbing, she's almost positive that she is so wet that it's probably dripped onto their sheets from her thighs and most importantly, Santana's rocking her hips bringing her own core so close to Brittany's. Just the simple thought of the proximity of their centres brings the blonde very close to the edge, it's quite possible that any sort of friction could cause her to fall apart completely.
Not even giving Brittany the chance to breathe Santana crashes their lips together in a heated kiss. It's not rushed but mouths are open and tongues are immediately battling one another for dominance. The Latina takes the blonde's lower lip between her teeth and bites down gently as she tugs on it, soothing her light bite marks with her lips sucking on it till it pops from their grip. Brittany leans backwards, lowering her back to the bed and pulling Santana along with her so that her girlfriend is lying on top of her.
Her legs spread when Santana situates her own body between them, grinding her hips down and into Brittany, their clits brushing up against one another. They gasp at the feeling and so Santana does it again only to be met halfway by Brittany whose hips cant up for the same friction but a firmer touch the second time around. Her hands shoot down to cup the Latina's ass cheeks, pulling her lower body to move the same way and keeping her there while her own hips do the work.
Santana grins and moves her lips from Brittany's to kiss down her jaw line and to her neck, sucking on the soft flesh of her shoulder and letting her tongue lick the sweat still lingering. She moans at the sweet taste of Brittany's skin mixed with the salt of her exertion from getting the Latina off. Her fingers trail up the blonde's side, tickling the spaces between her ribs as she moves upwards until finally moving her hand over and grabbing Brittany's breast.
"Uh." Brittany gasps and her body arches up into the touch of her lover needing to feel it so much harder than just the ghosting of Santana's fingers and light graze of her palm.
Luscious lips soon move from her shoulder to her neck again as they travel lower and lower kissing at the flat part of her chest to just above the breast that is not covered by a tanned hand. Santana kisses around Brittany's left breast, making sure to go the whole way around nudging it with her nose as she tilts her head to flick her tongue out and taste the flesh. Her lips latch themselves around the blonde's stiff nipple, sucking on it hard and flicking her tongue at the tip making her girlfriend squirm beneath her.
She presses her cheek against the space between Brittany's breasts, watching her hand squeeze and manipulate the blonde's right breast in her hand becoming aroused once again at the sight of her touching Brittany. Santana lowers her body, her mouth meeting the toned muscles of the dancers stomach kissing the middle, the sides and around her belly button and trailing the bottom of her tongue all the way down stopping the wet path just before hitting her clit.
Brittany grunts, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in and her hips move up to feel a part of Santana against her there. Santana grins into her skin and finally settles herself between Brittany's legs wrapping her arms around the blonde's thighs, running her hands up and down the skin covering her protruding hip bones. She brings her focus to her destination and licks her lips at the sight of Brittany's glistening core, just waiting for her to be taken and she swallows hard.
Santana leans in, her lips brushing up against Brittany's clit and moves them lower to press a ghost of a kiss to her entrance and inhales deeply. Her eyes close and roll back into her head as she takes in the scent of Brittany's arousal, needing to close her own legs tight to curb her own. After kisses to the inside of the blonde's thighs Santana looks up to meet lust filled blue eyes that have grown so dark and she bites her lower lip. Her grip loosens on Brittany's body and she seeks the blonde's hands in her own which is granted immediately. She takes those hands and guides them to her own cheeks, leaning into one lovingly.
"Show me how you want it." She breathes out against Brittany's centre, watching how the blonde's chest rises and falls quickly as her breath hitches in the back of her throat. When Brittany's eyebrows furrow Santana brings her hand to cover the back of Brittany's, hopefully in explanation. "Show me how you want it." She whispers out again, emphasizing her words, speaking slowly for good measure.
Brittany's lower lip quivers, her forehead smoothes out and her mouth hangs open slightly as she nods her head in understanding. Taking her lower lip between her teeth Brittany gently guides Santana's head with her hands closer to her until she can feel her lips at her entrance. The Latina pushes forward hoping Brittany will not worry about being too gentle with her and when her lips are pressed up against the blonde's entrance in an open mouthed kiss she feels the fingers on her cheeks move to grip her hair.
"Mmph." Brittany moans while Santana full on kisses her dripping core while her hands pull the girl's face closer and closer against her. The Latina hums out in appreciation when she licks her lips and tastes Brittany on her tongue. "Oh." The blonde groans, her thighs squeeze in momentarily, a reflex from the stimulation between them. She scoots herself lower, wanting to bring herself flush against Santana's mouth and needing so much more than just kisses. "Use your tongue." She whines out breathlessly.
She grunts when she feels Santana's tongue poke out from her lips and lick up and down her entrance, quickly flicking her clit in the process and in reaction her fingers delve further into those dark locks. Her legs wrap around Santana's body, her heels dig into her lower back as she squeezes her legs together.
"Oh my God," Brittany whispers, licking her lips quickly to moisten them and clenches her jaw. "Oh, oh… yeah baby. Mhmm, yes." She encourages Santana to continue her ministrations, working her tongue up and down her wet slit every now and again kissing her clit. "Ugh." The blonde groans, fists Santana's hair at the back of her head and pulls her closer and cants her hips up. "Put your tongue inside me." Santana moans against her girlfriend and complies with the request and thrusts her tongue deep inside of Brittany, humming as she does so, becoming intoxicated with the taste as she always does. "Hmph… uh!" The blonde's nose scrunches and her eyes screw shut when she feels Santana's tongue plunge into her.
The Latina continues to thrust in and out of her girlfriend, taking the time to move her mouth up to wrap her lips around the blonde's clit and suck hard on it. Brittany's grip on Santana's hair only tightens the further she is being driven over the edge. She yanks on her hair to guide her where she wants her and fists it tightly when a certain flick of her tongue shoots tingles from her stomach to her toes.
"Oh, baby you taste so…" Santana whimpers pressing her lips to the inside of Brittany's thigh briefly before diving back in to her soaked pussy. One of her arms unhooks from around one of the dancer's legs and her fingers tickle up the inside of her leg, stopping just where her mouth and Brittany connect. She pulls her lips away again and replaces her tongue and mouth with one of her fingers and watches as it easily slides in and out of the blonde. "Mmm," She moans out, watching Brittany's juices cover her finger. "You're so wet for me B."
"Shit." Brittany hisses at the feeling of Santana pushing her finger all the way inside of her and keeping her hand still for a few moments before slowly sliding it out only to slam it back inside of her. "Ungh. Fuck. Me." Santana smirks and nods as she slides out again but when she thrusts back inside she adds a second finger. "Dios mio, Santana!" The blonde shouts and her hands are desperate to pull Santana's mouth back into the mix and she drags her in by the hair.
Soon Santana's pumping two fingers in and out of Brittany while she sucks on her clit, letting her tongue flick the hard nub while her lips press around it. She curls her fingers inside of the blonde, looking for that spot that makes her girlfriend's legs shake like crazy and her jaw to hang open. She finds it almost instantly and just as she expected Brittany's legs tighten around her body and quiver uncontrollably as her mouth stays wide open, gasping for air and grunting out moans and words that don't make sentences.
"San… uh… don't…mmm, mhmm." A squeak pops out of the taller girl's mouth, her hips trying to match the rhythm Santana has created between them and her hands clutch at dark hair. "Uh… oh, oh. Suck right… please."
Santana focuses her attention everywhere, her eyes glancing up to watch Brittany's expressions and the way her head tilts to the side which tells her she is so close to coming. Her fingers thrusting in and out of Brittany so fast and so hard there's a burning sensation in her forearm but she can get over that. Her lips sucking like there's no tomorrow on her girlfriend's clit while flicking the hardened bud with her tongue.
"Harder." Brittany whimpers and Santana grunts as she tries her best to obey the blonde's wishes but she really isn't sure how much longer she can last.
She can feel it in the way Brittany's hips are moving up and into her motions, the way her legs are quivering each time she presses her tongue harder against her clit and the muscles tightening around her fingers. She knows that after a few hard thrusts Brittany is going to combust. So, with that in mind she puts all she can into the last three pumps of her fingers and on the third keeps her fingers buried deep inside while her tongue continues its assault on the blonde's clit.
Brittany's eyes pop open and her hips move up and forward to ensure Santana's fingers and tongue are not going anywhere anytime soon, she even rocks her hips for the most friction with her girlfriend's tongue. Her chest heaves, her head bobs back and forth as it lifts from the mattress and her toes curl and then spread apart.
"Ungh, Santana!" Her voice cracks at the end, almost to high pitched for her to actually get the words out, her finger fall from dark hair and clamp onto the tanned skin of Santana's shoulder, gripping at it furiously. One leg on Santana's shoulder straightens out while the other knocks into the side of her head but she doesn't mind she's still focusing and she starts to move her fingers in and out of Brittany once again. "Oh!" The blonde shouts, not at all expecting Santana's fingers to start moving while she is mid orgasm, but it is a pleasant surprise and her hips move in time with the thrusts. "Don't stop, don't…" She clenches her jaw tightly, her nails dig into Santana's back and she arches up into Santana's touches. "Faster." She demands breathlessly, not sure when the first orgasm ended and this second one even began. "Oh my God, oh my God… oh, uh…" It's like a chant and all it does is egg Santana on.
Her body goes stiff, back arched, thighs trapping Santana's head, one hand lost in a sea of dark hair the other holding on to Santana's shoulder for dear life and a deep throaty moan pouring out of her mouth. Santana stills herself completely. Her tongue stops moving over Brittany's clit, her fingers stop sliding in and out of Brittany's centre, she doesn't even breathe she just watches.
After a few very long seconds Brittany's body falls limp, her hands drop from Santana's body, her thighs finally release her from their death grip and as she tries catching her breath she sighs out tiny moans unable to keep her body completely still any longer. She squirms around on the bed, lazily, but still relishing in the two amazing orgasms she just experienced, back to back.
She grins, her eyes hooded as she looks down at Santana still perched between her legs and giggles as the girl removes her fingers from inside of her. Santana kisses the spot between her legs once more, gently of course, and then kisses the inside of her thighs out of complete worship. Brittany finally gains strength in her limbs and she raises her arm to bring her hand to Santana's cheek where she caresses it with the pad of her thumb. Santana looks up at her and smiles softly, receiving the same smile in return.
"Tell me you love me." Brittany breathes out, still not having caught it yet. Santana presses her lips hard to her hip, leaving them there for a couple of moments before crawling completely on top of the blonde.
"I love you." She whispers onto her girlfriend's lip, leaning down and every so lightly brushing their lips together. "You're my beautiful lady." The Latina grins before letting her body collapse onto the blonde's, resting her head onto the dancer's chest and closing her eyes at the feeling of Brittany's fingers tickling up and down her bare back. "Tell me…" Santana asks, her voice so small and it cracks slightly, like a shy child asking for something. Brittany smiles from ear to ear, lifts her head a bit to kiss the top of Santana's head.
"I love you." She mumbles into her still very damp hair. "You're like, the Reese's to my Pieces." Santana giggles, her body shaking the one beneath her in the process. "The spoon to my ice cream…" Her voice trails off letting Santana know that she is thinking of another comparison and the Latina smirks to herself and nuzzles further into the blonde under her.
"You're the jelly to my donut." Santana murmurs getting a light chuckle from her girlfriend.
"Exactly."
When the alarm goes off at 7:30am in their bedroom Santana is the one to wake up, roll over and shut it off. As she rolls back she rolls into Brittany's back, which is now pressed up against her. Her arm instantly finds the spot it was, around her stomach and tucked just underneath her breast. She props her head up with her other hand and lets her chin rest gently to the blonde's shoulder and decides to watch her sleep for a little while longer.
Brittany's lips are slightly parted while she sleeps, her hair is splayed across the entire pillow case and come over her cheek but it looks to adorable to move and tuck behind her ear. Her fists are bunched under her chin while her legs are tangled up with Santana's. Brown eyes trace over every curve of the blonde's body and how it fits perfectly with her own. Santana blushes a little because as her eyes travel downwards she realizes that they hadn't picked the comforter up from the floor and had fallen asleep under the cover of the other's body. But, it feels so good to not have to worry about parents walking in these days and Rachel and Quinn definitely know better than to just barge in… anymore anyhow.
She brings her lips to press tiny barely there kisses down Brittany's arm, letting her nose come to skin and breathe in the natural scent that is Brittany. Her eyes close and she can't ever recall Brittany smelling differently. She always smelled like baby shampoo and lavender, it is an intoxicating scent and she wonders if their children will smell as good as the blonde.
"What time is it?" Brittany mumbles, sleep still evident in her voice. Santana chuckles, it figures that she has been up the whole time but she isn't embarrassed when it comes to the blonde so she looks over to see that it is now 7:42am. "Ugh, so early." She grumbles getting a morning kiss on her neck from the Latina.
"Mhmm." Santana hums out in agreement, resting her cheek against Brittany's and cuddling a little closer to her. "I'll make you some pancakes while you go shower." She tells the blonde who presses her backside against the shorter girl in appreciation. "Now get." Santana jokes, playfully slapping her girlfriend on the ass to get her up. Brittany yelps and bats Santana's hands away from her but loses the fight when tanned arms wrap around her waist and hold her still. "You're so hot when you're all tired and don't want to get up." She says into her ear.
"Santana." Brittany whines trying to contain her smirk and grips her girlfriend's forearm. "God, I just wish this Christmas break was you, me, no clothes… the end."
"Me too." Santana grumbles burying her face into Brittany's long blonde hair. "It would be fucking awesome if it was just us for like, the whole week… here, ya know?" Brittany nods in agreement and after a few moments she pats her girlfriends arm and she moves to get up and start getting ready to head back to Lima for Christmas vacation.
Brittany grabs her towel hanging on the back of their door, wraps it around her and heads towards the bathroom leaving Santana to throw on some clothes and make her breakfast like she promised. With a huff, the Latina pushes herself up from their bed, grabs the comforter that wound up in front of the television and threw the thing on the mattress, she can make the bed later. She pouts as she opens Brittany's drawers and grabs her favorite pair of sweats and one of the blonde tiniest t-shirts and pulls them on before heading out to the kitchen.
The door to Rachel and Quinn's room is closed and she inwardly cringes and bites her lower lip. She completely forgot that although Rachel left two days ago to go home to Lima, Quinn was in fact still very much home. Not that it matters, she reasons as she finally makes a right into the kitchen, even shrugging her shoulders at the thought, she doesn't really give two shits if people hear her and Brittany having sex. For all she cares everyone can suck it.
Santana hums to herself as she grabs the ingredients for the pancakes she promised her girlfriend, pulling out mixing bowls and spoons and a pan. She tilts her head to the side as she begins to stir and thinks about that giant skillet her mother has and how awesome it is to make pancakes. They should probably invest in one of those at some point because pancakes off of the skillet are the best.
When Brittany steps out of the shower she carefully wraps her towel around her before moving to stand in front of the mirror. She leans forward to wipe the fog from the mirror and smiles when she sees her reflection clearly. After brushing her hair she throws her brush into a small bag, the same with her curling iron, straightener along with a few hair ties.
Her bags are already packed, Santana had tried to tell her she could do it all the morning of but Brittany likes to be prepared just in case. She twists her lips as she stands in front of their shared closet in deciding what to wear. Plane rides suck in general, but what's worse is when one is on a horrible plan ride in uncomfortable clothing. So she opts for a pair of comfortable jeans, a t-shirt paired with Santana's Cheerio's jacket. She throws her hair up in a ponytail, not really caring if it's neat or perfect and she grabs her bag to drag it to the door. After placing it against the wall she places the Cheerio's jacket over it and smiles as the sweet smell of pancakes waft through the air and into her senses.
"Baby that smells so good." She tells Santana when she enters the kitchen. The Latina glances over her should and grins, sending her girl a quick wink.
"Take a seat mama, everything's almost ready." Santana flips the last of the batch of pancakes onto a big plate and carries it over with the syrup placing both in the middle of the table. Before sitting down she grabs the orange juice from the refrigerator and the coffee pot setting them down to the table as well. "Juice?" She asks, shuffling her seat closer to Brittany's and moves to sit down. Brittany nods and grins as Santana stands up to reach her glass.
"Wait." Brittany tells her while she's in the middle of setting the juice container down and crouched down ready to take her seat but the blonde's words and hand on her hip stop her. The dancer smiles sweetly, a glint of something in her eye and she reaches her other hand around to pull Santana down by the waist to sit onto her lap.
"Ahh!" Santana giggles as she is thrown off balance landing in her girlfriend's lap, toned, pale arms wrap around her middle and hold her close. "What are you doing crazy girl?" The Latina sighs, settling herself comfortably onto her girlfriend placing her hands on the blonde's forearms and caressing them softly. Brittany hums out, presses her lips to Santana's neck and sways them back and forth on the chair.
"Let's share a plate." The blonde says simply, motioning her hand towards the plate set out in front of them and she kisses Santana's neck softly.
Normally Santana would think something like this is silly, because there is more than enough plates and silverware in their apartment for someone to have their own plate of pancakes. Any other time she may even scoff at such a suggestion, but, this isn't just anyone and this is most definitely not something silly. Well, she thinks, it is silly but it's all so very fucking cute and she doesn't even hesitate in stacking up a few pancakes on one plate, drizzling syrup over it and cutting a piece before offering it to her girlfriend.
"Mmm, you really make the best breakfast." Brittany comments, moaning at the deliciousness in her mouth, her words coming out all jumbled because her mouth is full.
Santana smiles widely at the blonde, watching her enjoy the first bite and watches as Brittany's hand takes the fork from her and cuts another piece before poking it and holding it out for Santana. The Latina gladly takes the food in front of her and has to nod in agreement that her pancakes are by the best in creation.
"I want to teach you how to make these babe." She motions towards the plate, taking the fork from Brittany once more, stabbing a bite size stack of pancakes and making sure to get a lot of syrup on it. "I bet you could make some kick ass chocolate chip pancakes." She holds her hand under the fork in case of any dripping syrup and grins as Brittany's lips cover the metal utensil taking away the yummy treat.
"When do we have to leave?" Brittany asks, licking her lips before taking a quick sip of orange juice. Santana glances over her shoulder to the clock that they had hung on the wall of their tiny kitchen and twists her lips as she reads.
"Um, like half an hour." She informs the blonde and they both nod quietly. "This sucks." Santana mutters, her eyes staring down at the fork Brittany is twirling between her fingers and she closes her eyes when she feels her girlfriend lean her cheek against her shoulder and let out a sigh.
"Yeah, but I mean…" Brittany begins slowly, nudging her nose against the smooth caramel colored skin peeking out of the short sleeve of the shirt Santana has on. "Just think of all of the other Christmases we are going to be spending together." She watches as the words sink into the Latina, how it washes away the sadness she is feeling and how the tiniest of smirks appears on her lips. "This is just one day out of a whole year and there are like," She pauses, tilts her head and Santana looks back at her and knows she's thinking really hard about how many days are in a year. "A whole lot of other days, months even, that we get to spend together. That's like, a lot of days." She smiles proudly at Santana who leans over to press their lips together in a chaste kiss.
"You're the smartest person I know B." She whispers out, resting her forehead against the blonde's. "And I hope you're almost done with breakfast because…" She wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and that's all it really takes for Brittany to take one last bite of pancakes and push the plate away from her.
The first knock goes unnoticed. The second knock receives a grunt but is not heard by either girl. The third knock is louder and followed by a groggy voice but is muffled by the wooden door. The fourth knock isn't so much a knock but more of a loud banging that turns into the fifth and sixth knock. Brittany raises her head and opens her eyes. It's a lot brighter in the room than earlier and she has to shut her eyes once again because she needs to readjust.
Her jeans are hanging off one of her ankles along with her panties, her top is pushed up to her shoulders and her bra is definitely not doing its job, somewhat pushed above her breasts and off to the side. The warmth on her stomach is Santana, whose cheek is resting against it and her lips are parted so that little puffs of air hit the dancer's skin. She grins, runs her fingers through Santana's untamed dark locks and clears her throat before speaking.
"Santana." Brittany says, her voice cracks and sounds a bit scratchy. She moves her fingers to her girlfriend's arm, tickling lightly up and down and squeezes her bicep. "Santana." She calls her name a little louder and shakes her shoulders.
"Hmm, what?" Santana responds after a few moments, adjusting herself against Brittany's body. There's another couple of bangs on the door and both girls look over, look at each other and begin to laugh.
"You're gonna miss your flight!" Quinn shouts through the door when she hears the laughter and she rolls her eyes even though neither girl can see her. "I'll be waiting in the living room to say goodbye."
It takes them only a few minutes to get decent once again and they smile coyly at one another as they walk around their bedroom fixing jeans, hair, shirts and putting on shoes once more. Brittany opens the door for her girlfriend, slapping her ass lightly as she walks by her and giggles when Santana blushes. They find Quinn sitting on the couch flipping through the channels aimlessly and she turns to spot them walking behind the couch.
"Finally." She sighs in faux annoyance, a tiny smirk playing on her lips and she eyes her friends conspicuously. With an eyebrow arched up her nose crinkles and she takes in quick little puffs of air through her nose. "You guys smell like sex and… something… sweet?" Santana chuckles, Brittany elbows her side and Quinn shakes her head.
"Pussy and pancakes, breakfast of champions." Santana announces to the room, rubbing her stomach like she'd just ate Thanksgiving dinner and Brittany, as she turns beat red slaps her girlfriend's arm and Quinn scrunches her nose.
"You are kind of foul." Quinn points out and flips her hair waving Santana off quickly. "So you all ready?" She asks Brittany who has since moved away from Santana's side and is putting on her girlfriend's Cheerio's jacket.
"I think so." She replies, glancing over at the Latina who is biting her lip anxiously.
"You know how to get there right?" The blonde asks the shorter girl who nods while scuffing her sneaker against their worn out wood floor. "Okay then, come give me a hug." She turns herself around on the couch and opens her arms to Brittany who is never one to turn down a hug and she launches herself into Quinn. "I'm gonna miss you while you're gone." She mumbles against the dancer's neck.
"Me too." Brittany tells her and holds her friend a bit tighter. "But I'll call you on Christmas." She says as she pulls back and smiles one of her mega watt smiles which Quinn returns just the same.
"Ready babe?" Santana asks, twirling her keys in her finger and picking up one of Brittany's bags.
"Let's roll." The blonde salutes her girlfriend who shakes her head and chuckles before waving to Quinn telling her she'll be back in a bit.
The ride to the airport is anything but silent. The girls reminisce about their past Christmases and how they will Skype or something while they are separated for the holiday. Brittany reminds her girlfriend that they have New Years to look forward to and that definitely puts a smile on the Latina's face. Santana parks and helps the blonde with her bags, leading her all the way towards security until she can't go further.
"I love you sweetie." Santana whispers into her ear as she holds her close, her fingers playing with the tiny hairs at her neck. Brittany sighs and holds her tighter and nods. "Have a great time with your family." She turns her head and kisses Brittany on the cheek.
"I love you too." The blonde says as she pulls away from the embrace but keeps her hands on Santana's waist and they grin at one another. "We'll do our Christmas when I get back right?" She tilts her head to the side and bites on her lower lip and watches as that cute smirk comes to the Latina's lips and she nods.
"Yes, just you and me and our cute Barbie Christmas tree." Santana winks which gets a giggle from Brittany and they lean in one last time for a kiss. "Call me when you land." She tells her as she takes a step away seeing as Brittany really needs to go through security like five minutes ago.
"As soon as I land." The blonde nods and she brings Santana's hands up to her face and kisses the backs of them before letting them go and watching her walk away. Before she can get too far Brittany calls her name, "Santana!" The Latina immediately stops walking and turns around and Brittany mouths 'I love you'.
Santana smiles so hard her cheeks feel like they may fall off and then she mouths, 'I love you'.