Chapter 8
Free falling.
"Where's my little seed at?"
"Britt! Don't call him that," Santana chastised playfully as she was combing silky blonde hair while a babbling Dominic was entertained with a plastic cube. Strong arms encircled her waist.
Brittany chuckled "But he is," She said planting a resounding kiss to full lips before gently taking her baby to shower him in kisses "Hola pollito!"
"Pollito?"
"Yeah, this yellow onesie reminded me of a chicken," She pointed out in between smooches "You're my big yellow chicken. My pollito!" Dominic laughed his little butt off as Brittany held him in the air while tickling his rounded tummy with playful bites. Santana watched dreamily.
"Good to see your Spanish it's switching to non-naughty words." Santana mused.
"I have new ones," She wiggled her fair eyebrows at the mother of her baby "But I'll tell them to you later because I'm actually starving for food right now. I'll take a quick shower, ok."
At that, Santana remembered something and practically sprinted out of the nursery, calling over her shoulder "Change your son's diaper first!"
Brittany frowned and held the baby in front of her, looking at his smiling face questioningly "Didn't you just have a bath?"
With the impromptu distraction, Santana darted inside their bedroom and was quick to hide the small velvet case. The ring she had chosen earlier was waiting for Brittany to say yes.
We'll try to stay blind
to the hope and fear outside …
Santana was on her back when she slowly opened her eyes to the dim light still enveloping the room. She checked the clock and saw that it was a little past 5 in the morning. She couldn't believe what had happened. She couldn't even remember the last time it happened. She felt warm and secure, enveloped in Brittany. Looking down, she saw her sound asleep nestled against her ample chest, the side of her face pressed shamelessly against her skin allowing her heartbeats to accompany the journey through dreamland. Her long legs tangled with tanned ones.
Smiling sleepily, she remembered the previous events and her fingers started to play with the blonde tresses. Her smiled turned coy when she recalled how Brittany had taken her a second time soon after their first lovemaking; more languid kisses and her fingers running along her back muscles were enough for Brittany to start moving again accompanied with Santana's quiet little whimpers, refusing to leave her empty.
After a few minutes of fresh memories, she spotted little red stains on Brittany's bandages and a worried frown etched upon her face. As steadily as she could, she glided out of Brittany's grasp not wanting to wake her up but the woman was practically dead to the world. Santana stood up and felt a foreign sensation slowly leaking out of her as she walked to the bathroom; she bit her swollen lips in acknowledgement.
Dressing in some of Brittany's clothes that were a little loose on her, she gathered what she needed. She saw Brittany still sleeping profoundly and cuddling the pillow where Santana had been. She watched her for a moment and then kneeled next to her, one leg dangling off the bed and began to coerce Brittany back into consciousness kissing her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and a chaste kiss to her slightly parted lips.
She called her name uncountable times before Brittany slowly started to stir. It took her a while but hearing that raspy voice calling for her was enough motivation.
"Hey sleepyhead," Santana said as she caressed her face.
"Hi," Brittany breathed, slowly regaining consciousness. Santana swept blonde hair from her face and traced her lips with a thumb making her smile. Brittany made an attempt to do the same but winced audibly as a stinging pain shot right through her upper arm.
"Britt," Santana grimaced as well "Can you sit for a bit? I need to check on your arm."
Brittany nodded, closing her eyes at the painful sensation and did as she was told. She didn't bother at her nakedness and just dropped a pillow on her lap for support while Santana was already unwrapping the wound with utmost care. She examined it and after been sure the stitches were intact, she gave Brittany the medication and proceeded to clean it.
Blue eyes watched her closely and Brittany could smell her own traces on Santana, making her stretch her lips in a bashful manner. She'd later discover it would be her favourite thing.
"You have to be more careful. You were lucky it's just this cut. Promise to take better care of yourself?"
Brittany just nodded, flinching a little as she felt some pressure from Santana's fingers. When she told Santana that she had tripped and smashed a window pane against the corner of a wall, she had omitted that she was looking at her iPhone the entire time debating whether or not to call her or send a message. Brittany didn't see where she was going and it was downright dangerous considering the place she was in. But, to avoid any sense of guilt, she blamed it all on the stupid sole of her work boot…
As Santana was finishing, her eyes became heavier with the exhaustion finally catching up to her fully "Sleep again, Britt. I'll call your parents later in the morning, ok?" The sweetness on her voice lulled her to doze quickly than anticipated.
She sluggishly laid down again, snuggling on the pillows "Sleep with me?"
Santana chuckled but conceded the wish, lying face to face with her. Brittany, already on sleep way, dropped her arm around her waist and pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck. They both sighed profoundly and the blonde was swift to re-join Morpheus.
Brittany felt disappointed and a sense of dread invaded her when she woke up to the constant buzzing of the door around noon, announcing her family and the empty space on her bed. Santana had left her without a word.
Santana was good, at hiding and ignoring that is. And she chose to do so with her feelings and the recent events but it would prove to be a boiling point about to blow again, for they had crossed the physical barrier twice on just a few hours. So, after ignored calls, texts and a few visits, Brittany was holding onto the diminishing patience she had left. She thought it was rather convenient since she had decided on waiting for Camille to come back and amicably end things that shouldn't have started in the first place. She didn't think her first encounter with sneaky Santana to be at her brother's house.
"Hey girl, I didn't expect to see you," Puzzled, Mercedes voiced when she saw her walking up the porch. Of course, fair brows furrowed in confusion while scratching her healing forearm.
"I know, I couldn't make it yesterday as usual. But it's a good Friday, isn't it?"
Mercedes was already suspicious of them when she learnt Santana spent the night taking care of her and saw Brittany's sheets discarded on her hamper and of course, recognizing Santana's grey shirt from under her pillow when Maddie found it was a ringing bell.
The by now conflicted woman was about to try and explain when the black car with the four circles brand appeared on the roadway leading to the home entrance. Mercedes swallowed and cleared her throat and Brittany just took a seat on the front steps, acting as nonchalantly as her hammering heart could allow. She steadily watched as Santana unstrapped Maddie from the booster car seat and the girl immediately ran to her aunt's arms, almost knocking her down.
Discreetly, Santana took advantage of the distraction and greeted saying goodbye to Mercedes. Maddie leaped off Brittany's hold to thank her for the hilarious movie and early dinner with a hearty kiss. The gesture earned a chuckle from the three adults and in a blink Brittany was standing next to Santana, kissing her cheek in the same manner.
Nervously, Santana returned the darling child to Brittany's arms in silence.
"Baby girl, let's go wake up your daddy. He was eager to see you,"
"It's fine Mercedes, I really need to go. Thank you and I hope to see you soon little lady." Santana declared, soundly kissing the girl again and wasted no time in climbing back on her car to speed away, leaving Brittany to think as much as she could with the presence of Maddie demanding her attention.
"You want to talk about the awkward post hook-up tension the 2 of you have going on? Not to mention the fact that you have a girlfriend somewhere up in Canada…" Mercedes whispered to Brittany as her daughter loudly ran inside the house calling for her dad.
Brittany wasn't surprised with the enquiry "No, I just- I need to talk to her first. Santana I mean."
"Whatever you need white sugar, whatever you need I'm here, we're here." Were Mercedes ever present words of reassurance.
That night for the first time in years, Brittany decided to take the Saturday off and sleep in. She fell asleep around 4 in the morning, woke up at 8 to have breakfast and watched some episodes of Friends to lighten her mood before falling asleep again until past 2 in the afternoon. She kept to Friends while eating a well-served salad for lunch and after an hour she decided to do something she hadn't done for months now.
Comfortably geared in track shorts, sports bra and loose tank top she grabbed her trainers and headed out for a much needed run to relief the stress washing over her, both from work and Santana. She knew just the right place; the park where they- she used to take Maddie when she was with her on some weekends. She didn't think she'd find Santana again there either.
Music was blaring from the earplugs while Brittany was on the middle of her usual 4 laps when she spotted the oh so familiar figure walking to the parking lot with book and keys in hand. She didn't realize Santana watched her closely the entire time and decided to leave before giving in and to avoid possible questionings from the blonde. Picking up the speed again and ripping the armband with her iPod, she snapped and practically sprinted towards Santana to demand her attention by vehemently closing back the door of the car and turning Santana by the elbow to face her, letting out a surprised wail.
"I know I'm in no position to even talk to you but I just can't-" She huffed "You won't answer any of my calls, my texts and when I went to see you I know you were there but didn't open the door for me," Brittany paused, taking a dangerous step forward "Then you just text me to tell me how busy you have been but do have time for Rachel, my niece and that book." She pointed to the item, shaking slightly along with the keys in Santana's left hand.
"Brittany, it's not like we-"
"Stop hiding and pretend nothing happened because it did, Santana. It damn well happened and we need to talk about it,"
Santana gulped and was practically trapped against her car. She was having a really hard time with the blonde's proximity, not to mention the sweat glistening on the evening sun, streaking orange light around them. Warm breath flowed on her face and Santana felt almost fainting with their lips just an inch away and Brittany's body pressing daringly against her making her remember.
"We need to- I need time… Think of the… Yeah, I need that." Santana rambled while looking at pink lips. Blue eyes blazing into her with uncovered longing. She slowly stepped aside, guiding their bodies and was able to open the door with her free hand and sneaked inside as she could feeling the resolve slipping out of her grip.
Brittany watched as the car disappeared from sight for a good 5 minutes before huffing loudly and rubbing her face furiously with the hand not holding the manhandled iPod. She was fuming when she got to her vehicle and was driving home. Her inner monologue was telling her to kept calm and wait, but to no avail. She really wanted to do things properly but Camille's absence was poorly timed and it was making everything so much more difficult. Her heart was still racing when she stopped at a red light, her sound system alive with Adam Levine's voice Trying to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes, trying to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath… Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go…
She rolled her eyes at the catchy song and continued for a block before looking at the sides of the road to make an illegal U-turn on impulse, speeding to the destination she was sure could avoid for a few days more.
If you ask her now, Brittany wouldn't remember the speed or the rapid steps she took from the parking lot to the building; she wouldn't remember the neighbour who eyed her curiously but let her in because he knew her as the hot blonde that often was with the other hot one living in the 15. However she would always remember the short walk out of the elevator and the following hours.
Brittany was almost in front of Santana's apartment when she saw her storming out of the door but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the dishevelled blonde standing there. On impulse as well, Santana had decided she was going to see her and hoped that maybe on the way, she would clear her mind and decide against it. But Brittany made her decision much easier than she had thought.
"Santana, I-" Brittany started to say when the woman took the fastest strides and jumped on her, wrapping her legs around her waist. She could barely breathe and managed to hold Santana when she felt the desired full lips upon her own, showing her the exact urgency behind her actions.
Soon, Brittany was backed against the wall with Santana in her arms kissing her with abandon and moaning quietly at the strokes of her lascivious tongue. It didn't take long before Brittany started to feel the blood flowing hastily, enhancing the pull on her stomach. Santana noticed as she lowered her hips and whimpered into her mouth at the friction she was already creating. They were so immersed in each other that they missed the first loud cough but heard the second one, followed by a useful remark that snapped them out, out of breath.
"Get inside; your door's already open."
Without looking to the man's retreating form, Brittany walked the few steps inside the apartment with Santana still perched on her and closed the door with a foot. The second they were inside, Brittany had her naked and when she was satisfied with the trembling of Santana's body provoked by her unrelenting tongue and hands, her clumsy steps guided them to the living room, landing gracefully on the couch. The ragged breath was escaping their lungs and Brittany ceased all movements to look up at Santana's expression. Her dark eyes were closed, savouring Brittany's taste on her lips.
Slowly, Brittany smiled and grabbed Santana by the waist, pulling her as she delivered a well-placed thrust, evidencing arousal on the fabric of her shorts. Biting her bottom lip, Santana prevented a loud moan and scooted back on Brittany's thighs to, without breaking eye contact, lower the track shorts along with the boxer-briefs, freeing the hard member. One of Santana's hands surrounded the warm flesh, weighing the thickness. After a few slow pumps that had Brittany lost in the sight and sensations, Santana carefully poisoned herself above her and slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself on Brittany. Blue eyes watched in amazement as her member gradually disappeared inside Santana, making her whimper and throw her head back, holding onto her shoulders.
"Oh fuck, Santana…"
Looking at her blues again, Santana began to rotate her hips progressively as kind hands explored her stomach, continuing the journey to her full chest that was a handful for the eager blonde. Santana observed Brittany's face as her movements became urgent, having them both moaning and whimpering. Thrusting up, Brittany sat like a snapping band to taste her breasts, sucking loudly on them as the slapping of skin against skin resonated as well.
Santana could only keep the pace for a few more minutes before forcefully kissing Brittany sloppily as she came with a high-pitched whimper of Brittany's name. The blonde hid her face on the crook of her neck and her hands found purchase on Santana's waist again to keep her moving, searching for her release. Low grunts and five more hard pumps were what it took to fill Santana.
With hearts racing, their limp bodies fell on the backrest of the couch; Santana huddled on Brittany's buzzing body. Still with flushed cheeks, their breathing returned to normal and after several minutes of just staying in position, Brittany finally talked through a chuckle as she saw how sweaty they were.
"I need a shower,"
Santana giggled "We both do."
So slowly, Santana moved back on her thighs allowing Brittany to slip out and see everything they had done. She smirked subtly as her essence slowly leaked out of her. Santana saw her expression and rolled her eyes as she stood up. Brittany followed her like a lost puppy.
Unspoken, it was agreed to suspend the reality.
Santana didn't deny Brittany's touches and gave Brittany her caresses. She let Brittany have her in every possible way, and she took her- in the shower, bend over the sink, over the counter- sometimes hard and unrelenting, others lazy and slow.
Brittany started to wake up. The sun brightening the room in the late Sunday afternoon as she was spooning Santana's smooth naked body and had an arm loosely wrapped around her stomach, the other arm underneath the pillow they were sharing. She nuzzled her hair, inhaling the distinct scent; after a while, she started to sluggishly run her fingertips up and down her side and began to thrust her hips causing Santana to stir, voicing inarticulate sounds in acknowledgement. Brittany lightly kissed her cheek and neck, moaning silently as the rest of her body started to react to the lazy grinding against her front.
Santana was slowly waking up but was fully aware of what would come next. She was quick to open her legs for Brittany, who with one hand nudged the tip of her hard member into her, slowly pushing in. Brittany dropped her forehead onto a tanned shoulder when she was all the way inside Santana and dropped a wet kiss there; both started to pant and their breathing became heavier as the thrusts began in a hazy rhythm. Twisting her head, Santana kissed her messily and Brittany still could taste herself on Santana's tongue.
Quiet little whimpers escaped them; their movements became more intense with Brittany pumping into her with need. Soon she was lost in Brittany's uncanny ability to fill her heart and body. Brittany continued thrusting her harder all the while with unrestrained hunger. She slowed down, but then moved fast again enjoying the distinct whines that were coming out of Santana with each deliberate plunge.
"Te amo, te amo..." Brittany whispered out of breath.
"Brittany!" It came out as a high-pitched moan and was the last coherent word uttered.
Brittany wordlessly drove her to lay completely on her stomach, pulling her thick member halfway out to then pushed it back all the way in, countless times again, over and over. Brittany was positioned flat across Santana's back and practically mounted her. It felt amazing to have Brittany that way, entirely over her. Brittany kept thrusting, grinding her hips with each push and effectively getting Santana in a heightened aroused state. It didn't take long for Brittany to bring her to the edge before holding her hips down and taking her hard and fast. With her open mouth pressed to Santana's neck, they loudly came together.
Time seemed to stop again as both were slowly regaining consciousness. Santana was on the verge of passing out and Brittany grinned drowsily as she saw the mess she made on the already messy sheets when she pulled out. Sleep claimed them soon after, entangled together.
Another long and steamy shower later they were silently having a much delayed lunch, exchanging private looks and knowing smiles. Santana smile grew fonder looking at Brittany dressed in clothes that were a little small for her.
But their bubble burst when Santana's attention was caught by her long forgotten buzzing mobile. Many missed calls and texts awaited her as well.
"Hello?"
"Hi Santana! Sorry to bother you but is Brittany with you by any chance? I know you guys used to spend Sundays together," The chirpy voice replied.
Camille was calling her, asking for her girlfriend. How the hell did she get her number? Santana closed her eyes, letting out a dreading sigh. Guilt instantly washed over her while blue eyes watched her sudden sombre expression. She had fallen deeper than she wanted, her brain didn't work and her heart and body took over.
Santana was pale when she answered after clearing her throat "Camille, hi. She's with me, she's here with me,"
"Ah, I knew it! I've been calling her since yesterday… Anyway, how are you? I feel like I haven't' seen you in ages and you're my girl's bestie." Her girl.
She covered her mouth for an instant "I'm good, everything's fine," Santana muttered as she walked towards a conflicted Brittany "I'll let you talk to your girlfriend ok. Take care." She shoved the phone into Brittany's hands. The blonde sent her a pleading look but Santana avoided her eyes and with a deep breath, Brittany began to speak with Camille as minutes seemed to tick slowly.
"Yeah, ok. You- you too." Brittany mumbled, glad the woman couldn't see her worried frown at the sight of Santana stilled form and lost gaze. She walked away and stopped in the middle of the hallway, giving her back to Brittany, who followed her closely.
"You have to go."
"Santana-"
"No! You have to go," She repeated "This is so wrong." Her tone was cold but her eyes were full of tears. She couldn't believe how weak she was, how careless she had acted. Selfish.
Brittany turned her around gently "It's not wrong. We could never be wrong."
"But it is!"
"It's not! I know it isn't the best time but everything was meant to happen sooner or later,"
Santana struggled to keep her blue eyes but raised her voice to spat "We fucked all weekend when you have a girlfriend!"
"It wasn't like that! It wasn't just fucking.Don't give me that," An angry voice answered.
Santana chuckled bitterly "I already gave you more than I should have. Now please, please go." She really needed to be away from Brittany, she knew she was powerless when it came to the blonde. It was like all rational thoughts left her around that uninhibited smile and adored blue.
Her dark eyes pleaded again when her voice faltered and the tears drifted down her cheeks. Brittany was starting to cry at the pained woman and couldn't deny her request. Right now it was better for Santana to be away from her. She would deal with the consequences later.
Unknowingly, their most loved and cherished consequence was already 2 weeks along.
Can't ever kept from falling apart at the seams?
Can I believe you're taking my heart to pieces …