Chapter 7
Made breath and skin.
It was almost midnight in the dimly illuminated bedroom when their breathing returned to normal, Santana sat straight once more and held her buzzing body with her palms flat on Brittany's lower stomach, smiling at the equally pleased face with rosy cheeks and leaned down again for a languid kiss. A soft groan escaped her swollen lips when she slipped back on strong thighs and saw and felt Brittany sliding out of her.
After Brittany lazily disposed of the very used condom, Santana positioned herself in between pale legs and rested her chin on her hand over taut stomach and Brittany traced her nose and lips with a wandering finger in content silence. Santana let out a sigh when Brittany started to play with her black hair, lovingly trading her long fingers through wet from sweat tresses.
"I'm so glad I got out of work earlier. I love watching you cook and Dominic entranced with your voice and those moves," Brittany said amused. She had sneaked inside the apartment that evening and watched as Santana sang and did little dances around the kitchen while cooking dinner.
"I didn't know you were watching." She replied coyly.
Brittany playfully pinched her nose making her giggle. "That was the best part."
"You slowed me down afterwards,"
"Excuse me; I'm a very hands on helper."
A light chuckle left pouty lips "Hands on me you mean."
"In my defence, it is a very pretty apron and you were wearing close to nothing underneath. So, it's not my fault my hands and lips kept wandering,"
Santana grinned "It was a hot day… Even your son was wearing just his little Build with love tank top and diaper. You can't blame me,"
"Oh, but I do baby, I do." Brittany cheekily countered winking at her and earned the light laugh she loved to hear.
Santana dropped a few wet kisses around her navel, making her sigh and smile wider. They just looked at each other with loving eyes. Dark ones were tracing her features, descending to neck, shoulders and arms until her attention was caught on a particular spot.
"It healed very well. It's almost unnoticeable," Santana voiced almost to herself as she reached her free hand and her fingers followed the trace of the faint scar on Brittany's left upper arm.
Without taking her blue eyes off of Santana, she stated wholeheartedly "I love having it; makes me remember."
"I know." Santana murmured navigating her body to lie fully on top of Brittany. The blonde watched dreamily, feeling warm over her and the stickiness on Santana's skin against her own.
I've been on your mind, you hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close? …
"You look… Santana- Wow…" So eloquent, Brittany thought at her own sudden stammering.
Santana tried to hide her bashful smile and smoothed her dress for distraction. She was wearing a body-skimming pale pink gown that surely could turn all heads in her direction. But she wasn't the only one, the black vintage strapless gown Brittany was donning showed off her feminine curves and the high heels complimented the classy hot look.
"Right on time,"
"Yeah, we should- Shall we? I mean, get in the car. Ok."
Somehow, Santana's light laughter appeased the woman and finally opened the door for her. Santana kept smiling and letting out a loud breath the blonde got inside as well.
The ride was spent in a pleasant mood and small talk as usual. When they arrived to the ceremony Brittany felt proud of having Santana as her companion and the ever present pale hand on the small of her back was a reminder of that.
As the evening progressed, many people thought of them as a young married couple. The chemistry and easy going nature of their relationship reflected positively on others. They danced, drank and had the best of times accompanied by friends and family, even Rachel was there as she had met Mike and Tina in one of their outings.
Santana was dancing with Brittany's father when she saw her leaving the conversation she was having with her mother at their table to answer her phone. She observed Brittany and tried to be discreet about it. She saw the smile on her lips, the way she talked through it and the gestures of her free hand and Santana saw her happy. She figured she was talking to Camille.
"I know what you're thinking, honey," The tall man said as he twirled Santana around, attempting to distract her.
Santana smiled and shook her head casually and just as AJ was about to keep talking, the song ended and Santana excused herself to practically run to the restroom. Once there, she looked at herself in the mirror and tried to shake the unsettling feeling. After all, she wanted that; she was the one that initiated the game and Brittany was willing to play. She was too scared to react properly, she was frozen. The way Brittany made her feel was not something she was used to and she felt restless because she knew how vulnerable she was becoming with each passing day. She thought she didn't need that. So, with a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and resolution plastered on her face.
On her way to their table, said blonde intercepted her and cutely asked for another dance to which she complied immediately. Brittany held her from the waist with one hand while holding her other one close to her heart. Santana smiled up at her as she placed her hand on Brittany's neck, playing with the little hairs there and after a minute, she decided to press, yet again.
"You should have brought Camille."
"Stop it," She whispered as she closed her blue eyes.
Santana eyed her curiously, slowing her steps in time with the taller woman "What? I'm just saying..."
"What do you want from me, Santana?" Brittany softly questioned with a head tilt to the side.
"Britt, I'm not-"
The blonde interrupted "Do you really want me to step away? Is that what you want?"
Santana looked around the crowded dance floor in the middle of the huge garden and remained silent while sad blue eyes bored into her.
"Ok then. You won't have to worry about me anymore. I'll stop pushing you," Brittany said with genuine defeat "But you have to stop too and I-" She took a deep breath "I just hope that someday you can let yourself trust again."
"I hope so too… Britt, look at me please," She searched for her blues. "You're my best friend and nothing can change that."
The tight-lipped smile was her only answer and Brittany suddenly felt like drowning. When had they come to this? Maybe she shouldn't have pressured Santana. Maybe she shouldn't have followed her silly game. Maybe she should have stepped away when Santana first asked.
Santana saw her thinking and attempted to move out of the semi embrace but Brittany held onto her.
"Can we still have the rest of the night like before this conversation?" Her voice sounded so small that broke Santana's heart and made her feel like crying. She nodded and gave her a chaste kiss on a cheek.
Keeping her word was something Brittany was good at and she did what Santana asked of her. They kept the distance as best as they could with Rachel loud disapproval when she knew about Brittany's now girlfriend Camille. Why didn't she keep fighting for Santana? And her answer was simple "She doesn't want me to and I'm giving her what she wants."
Those few weeks were the longest in Santana's life because she only saw Brittany on the few occasions they all got together; Rachel, Mike and Tina, Sam and Mercedes and even Brody. No more movie nights or Pierce Sundays or Lopez Saturdays, just the daily texts with articles and random but interesting facts.
But it was a Saturday when Santana, after passing for an hour on her living room, decided to call her, feeling the urge to do so.
She was about to hung up thinking Brittany was probably with Camille when a male voice answered.
"Mike?"
"Oh, hi Santana." He responded unusually serious.
Her frown deepened "Uhm, hi… Is Brittany with you?"
Mike cleared his throat "Yeah, I brought her to the hospital. She had a little accident-"
"What!? How is she? What happened?" She asked frantically and was already grabbing her purse and keys and darting out of the apartment in her flip flops, short shorts and simple grey shirt.
"She cut her upper arm. She'll need stitches but she'll be fine. Don't worry,"
Her pace was frantic "Where are you?" She asked and in 20 minutes she was making her way through the ER while calling her mother and waving at Mike, who immediately stood up and greeted the worried woman. He had seen Santana's mother already and she assured him that she would take care of Brittany.
Dr Lopez appeared, looking tired from an extremely long emergency surgery that had prevented her from spending that Saturday with her daughter.
"She's fine. A real life Mark Sloan is fixing that nasty cut,"
"Can I see her?"
"Of course but she's sleeping. She passed out when she saw the needle." Maribel said in an amused tone, getting away with a knowing chuckle from her daughter.
Santana was relieved when she saw her peacefully half sitting on the gurney but winced at the almost done cut and the blood stains on her shirt and jeans. There were 8 stitches on her arm and while the plastic surgeon was cleaning his perfect work, Mike told her that Brittany didn't want to call her parents and threated him to not do so.
"And I know she was just coming back to the site from the airport. That Camille girl went to Vancouver or some place in Canada."
He was telling Santana when the Dr finished and gave them the indications to take care of it and Maribel filled his prescription which consisted in antibiotics and pain medication because a small shard had reached muscle.
Brittany started to stir awake, squinting and wincing as she moved her arm but smiled hazily when she noticed Santana's presence.
"Hey San, what are you doing here?"
Santana moved closer to remove some lose strands of blonde out of her face "Since you have threatened Mike is he spills to your family I'm going to take care of you. And it's not an option."
Brittany chuckled at the determination "Ok nurse Santana."
They thanked the Dr and Maribel and left the hospital with Mike following them to Brittany's apartment to leave her car, which needed a good wash on the passenger seat to remove the blood.
Desperate for a shower, Brittany went straight to the bathroom as soon as Santana removed the bandages. She peeled off her clothes slower than usual and got under the spraying water, washing away the red. Santana found her favourite cotton pants and tank top along with boxer shorts and left them on the sink, avoiding looking at the silhouette behind the fogged glass.
Once comfortably dressed, Santana prepared her a light dinner and Brittany felt strangely at home with her there. Her wound was uncovered while they were hanging and talking like not so old times. When they realized it was midnight they got ready for bed and Santana carefully wrapped her arm again.
Leaving the dim lights on, Santana climbed onto bed with Brittany following her; Brittany inched closer to her and pulled the sheets up carefully wrapping her injured arm around a slim waist. Santana took Brittany's other arm so she could play with her fingers in long silence.
"You scared me," She confessed barely above a whisper.
Brittany took her hand in hers and placed it close to her heart. Santana smiled feeling the steady beating of the organ "I'm fine. I'm here."
Santana just looked into her blue eyes and slowly moved her hand over Brittany's face. She felt Brittany catching her breath as she caressed her skin.
Slowly, Santana moved even closer to the blonde and let her forehead rest against Brittany's, breathing the same air. Brittany swallowed hard and had her eyes closed when she felt the pair of soft lips on her own. She couldn't believe Santana was kissing her.
It was soft and barely there. Santana's lips lingered on Brittany's for a moment before slowly pulling away to look into blue eyes once again. It felt like their hearts were going to jump out of their chests but both were smiling incredulously.
Was it really happening?The kiss only lasted mere seconds, but it felt like an eternity with Santana savouring the first taste of her tender lips. However short and innocent, the kiss was unlike any other kiss; it ignited the sleeping flame.
Brittany wrapped her arms around her waist ignoring the sharp pain and bumped their noses sweetly.
Can we possibly ignore everything until morning or at least for a few hours? Just pretending that everything is like it should? Were the unspoken words.
Then as if she snapped out of a trance, Santana took Brittany's face in her hands and kissed her again, this time fervently and demanding, turning completely into Brittany, who pulled her even closer by the waist thrusting her hips. Brittany drove her tongue into Santana's mouth without second thought and swirled it against the soft tongue waiting inside. And after what felt like hours of wet and frantic kissing, Brittany's hands made their way under her shirt to touch and feel warm and soft skin, kicking the covers off the bed.
Santana moaned into her mouth and in one bold and sudden move, Brittany laid completely on top of Santana, making her spread her legs for a more comfortable position. The blonde moved her kisses to her neck and her hands roamed further up her shirt to caress perfect breasts. Santana was already surrendering to her while Brittany kissed her everywhere and held on to her squirming hips, meticulously enjoying the taste of Santana's skin.
"I want you so much," Santana confessed in a daze with her eyes darker than usual. She had stopped thinking the moment she claimed pink lips and everything quickly escalated, not being able to contain what the heart demanded for longer.
Brittany's hands were all over her, touching her hungrily. She tugged at Santana's bunched shirt and as she could, took it off of her to latch on Santana's breasts for the first time. Her throbbing member was painfully hard by then. She heard and felt Santana gasp and moan as her mouth sucked one dark nipple first to then the other. Santana arched her back, whimpering as she felt the pressure on her core and daringly started undoing the string of her cotton pants. Brittany heard her loud and clear and released Santana's breast to slide her pants off of her. She stood beside the bed and undressed completely locking eyes with Santana. Dark ones lowered the gaze and fixated on the impressive erection, making Santana bite on her lower lip in anticipation.
Brittany climbed back up and kneeled in between her legs as her thumbs gently tugged at the shorts and flimsy underwear while her mouth worked its way down Santana's body and her hands finally freed her of clothing. She kissed her belly button and sat back up to meet dark eyes with her body tingling all over. Brittany used her knee to spread her legs and as Santana willingly spread them wider, Brittany smiled at how beautiful she looked with her black hair splayed on the pillow.
After a moment of just admiring the beauty before her, Brittany purposely reached for her drawer but Santana stopped her "I'm still on them," She informed referring to the pills she was taking to regulate her cycle. She didn't remember she had forgotten about them once or twice.
"Come kiss me." Santana whispered out of breath.
Brittany obediently complied and kissed Santana softly, gently brushing her lips against the corner of her mouth. "Everything is perfect." Brittany said lowly as she covered Santana with her body. Santana trembled when she felt Brittany's swollen member resting against her lower stomach, waiting. She turned her face so that she could return the kisses with all of her passion.
Brittany smoothed the dark hair from her face with such awe that had Santana lost in adoration. "You're mine" She stated, her voice laced with tenderness.
Santana could only utter a trembling "I am."
Her lips trailed hot kisses along her neck and her tongue licked the sweet sweat making Santana squirm under her, feeling the same urges to feel her fuller breasts pressed up against Brittany's.
Brittany grunted as she moved her hips suggestively and managed to slid a hand in between their bodies. She shamelessly caressed Santana's folds and nearly lost her mind when she felt how wet she was. Brittany didn't know how much longer she could resist without falling into Santana so she gently slid one finger inside of her. Brittany could feel her inner muscles clenching around her finger as she pumped a few times. Her wound protested throughout everything but it didn't matter. Not when she had Santana like this, lost in the feeling of her.
"Please Brittany," Santana pleaded out of breath. "I need..." Her voice trailed off.
"What do you need, baby?"
"I need you." she rasped.
With kind movements, Brittany retrieved her finger from her and lifted her hips to accommodate her more than willing member, ready to enter Santana but not quite touching her yet. Her breath was uneven, looking down at the intimate moment and offering an option but Santana placed her hands firmly on her sharp hips and pulled Brittany towards her, giving the permission.
Brittany sighed at the warm and moist sensation and finally allowed herself to do what she'd been dreaming about for so long and slowly entered her, inch by inch claiming Santana. Brittany started slowly, pushing in and pulling back to allow Santana's body to get used to the pleasant intrusion.
Santana moaned with each drive but Brittany stilled her hips to look into dark hooded eyes for a moment, caressing her forehead and tracing her swollen lips with utter craving. Santana was undone by the gesture and lifted her head to join their lips in an impatient kiss. Brittany kept kissing her when she sheathed herself completely within Santana, feeling her stretching to accommodate her.
Santana smiled tremulously into her mouth as she began to move, softly thrusting at first. Their kisses turned sloppy as Santana gasped for air. On pure primal instinct, Santana began to move her hips beneath her, rising to meet her thrusts as Brittany kept inside of her, making her feel full. Her tanned legs snaked around Brittany, allowing her to reach even further inside, going deeper with each push earning raspy moans.
"Santana, Santana…" She chanted.
Brittany's movements grew faster and harder, and Santana was reduced to a whimpering mess. She sank her fingers into her skin, raking her nails on her strong back as Santana tried to get even closer to the woman taking her. She gasped, feeling her body begin to tremble with Brittany mercilessly teasing her with her mouth as she entered her, swallowing the increasing whimpers.
"Britt, Brittany…"
The feeling of Santana clenching around her stiff shaft was more than Brittany could bear and thrusting deeply one last time, she grunted harshly and Santana felt the liquid warmness blossoming inside of her, filling her completely with Brittany essence. Heavy breathing and pants resonated on the bedroom.
She had been dreaming about this every night and it finally happened. With Santana's body and her own still slightly shaking and slick with sweat, Brittany sneaked her arms around her shoulders and held her tightly. They kissed hazily for a few minutes and their eyes met smiling in satisfaction. She rested her head on Santana's forehead, breathing each other in and without moving out of the warmness still encompassing her.
Skin against skin, Brittany had disarmed her completely for the first time.
I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You'll never know if you never try to forgive your past
and simply be Mine …