Pairing: Cop!Santana/Brittany

Word Count: +4K

A/N: WELL this is a lot different than the other two chapters and I don't know what possessed me to write this, but I did. Warning: gun play, may be a possible trigger for some.

All mistakes are mine, I apologize for them

I don't own Glee

Santana was too busy to do much of anything other than dig her fingers a little harder and kiss a bit more forcefully.

Brittany had surprised her earlier and was now currently straddling the Latina's abdomen, hands tangled in dark hair as they continued to make out as they'd done for the past half hour, alternating between slow, languid kisses and ones with much more teeth and tongue. The two hadn't been able to spend much time together lately because of conflicting schedules and a robbery streak that had left the police (and thereby Santana) with limited downtime. Now they were making up for it.

"I wish I could have seen it," Brittany murmured, her lips blazing a path down Santana's neck, earning a grunt in response, nails scraping down her pale thighs.

"I wouldn't want you near that situation," Santana grumbled in return.

Brittany scoffed lightly, sinking her teeth deliberately hard into the tender flesh of Santana's neck. "Don't think I can handle it?" She asked over the quiet whimpers.

"No," Santana said through a pant, closing her eyes tightly to regain any natural capabilities like putting together coherent thoughts, other than ravishing her favorite blonde until she couldn't walk straight. "Just.. I don't like the thought of you in harm's way."

There was a hum of thought, before soft lips and a gentle tongue soothed the red bite mark. "You think I like it? Wondering if you'll make it back from each shift?"

Santana sighed deeply, her fingers tickling up pale flesh, palms gliding over a pert ass until she could rest them on defined hips. "Britt," she started, only to be quickly cut off.

"I know. It's the risk of the job," she mumbled, face still buried between a tan shoulder and neck. After a long moment Brittany pulled back and cupped Santana's face, her thumbs stroking over high cheekbones, before reuniting their lips in a heated kiss.

Santana was focused on warm, wet lips attached to hers, a skillful tongue invading her mouth, and the expanse of soft skin beneath her finger tips that she didn't register that Brittany was moving.

Until the cold press of metal against her ribcage shocked her into breaking their kiss. She immediately smacked Brittany's hand, pushing her own gun so that it wasn't directed at her body, hissing, "What the hell Britt?"

The blonde merely smirked, leaning her body back to separate them slightly, bringing Santana's gun between them and pressing the barrel against her sternum. "You like the thrill right?" Santana gulped, eyes flickering between the gun and Brittany's dark blue eyes. "When a criminal has you in his sights, his gun or pocket knife trained on you, desperate to get away, willing to do anything not to go to jail."

Santana set her jaw and bucked Brittany up, shifting their positions so that the blonde was now flat on her back, wrist pinned to the mattress by Santana's firm hand. "Don't ever point a loaded pistol at someone unless you plan on shooting them," she growled.

A wicked grin curled the corners of Brittany's mouth upwards, the only warning before Santana found their positions reversed. Brittany had both of Santana's dainty wrists in her grasp, pulled over her tousled head of dark hair and pinned firmly to the mattress, keeping her down with the entire weight of her body sprawled against her legs and lower abdomen. The gun pressed firmly into her stomach.

There was a faint click. Brittany watched fear flicker in mocha orbs as Santana's trained ear recognized the noise. The safety switch of her own personal weapon. "What makes you think I won't shoot?"

Santana swallowed thickly. She was pretty sure Brittany would never hurt her, or anyone, especially with something so unnecessarily violent as a gun. But it was a basic instinct to fear a weapon as powerful as a loaded pistol with the safety switched off. "Britt," she whimpered, eyes wide as she stared up at the normally innocent blonde, now looking menacing.

The pressure was released off her stomach, but the gun dragged upwards until the barrel was pressed under her chin, tilting her head back slightly. A whimper escaped her throat and Santana pinched her eyes shut.

"Look at me."

The whisper was soft, lilting, like the Brittany she was used to, and it urged her to obey, lids separating slowly. The blonde wagged the weapon in front of her face and Santana grimaced, a chill working its way up her spine. What the fuck was wrong with her! She was an officer of the law and had training in taking down criminals, so why could her brain come up with nothing to defend herself now?

Because she knew Brittany would never hurt her?

Or was her lust addled mind still too focused on the appeal of a dominating Brittany? Firm grip on the pistol's handle, arm muscles rippling, dark, confident eyes and the fact that she was oozing power, was that overriding her fear?

No, the fear was still there, dripping like ice through her veins, keeping her startlingly aware of every minute detail.

Brittany's calculating eyes flickered across the Latina's features, taking in the abundance of conflicting emotion and an almost cocky grin split her lips apart, revealing her pearly teeth. "Tell me you're not turned on right now," she said, her tone almost teasing.

Santana grunted, yanking her arms against Brittany's hold. The blonde tsked, disappointed in her lover's lack of response. She jammed the gun against Santana's cheek, pressing with more force than necessary, earning a gasp and wide, frightened eyes.

Blue eyes were hooded as the blonde giggled, nodding to herself, "You definitely are turned on. I can see it in your eyes, that as scared as you may be, the lack of control, being dominated, it's getting you more aroused than you'd expected." A hungry gaze raked over the Latina's shuddering body, bare sans a thin pair of panties.

A whimper escaped Santana, feeling the cool metal trace a line down her side, catching on her panties and caressing her thigh, before moving upwards. She bit her lip when the metal scraped against her already hard nipple, trying to suppress a moan as a bolt of pleasure shot straight through to her core.

"You're so beautiful," Brittany whispered, her nose nudging the side of Santana's contorted face. A sprinkle of kisses along her strong jaw. A torturously slow lick against her collarbone. And hot, heavy breaths teasing her pert nipple. Brittany sucked the bud into her mouth without warning, nibbling gently and laving it with attention from her tongue, causing Santana to arch up against her body with a guttural moan.

The Latina dug her nails into her palms, crying out due to a particularly harsh scrape of teeth against her sensitive nipple. She could barely catcher her breath as butterfly kisses were spread around her chest. "Britt," she gasped, "Britt, baby, put away the gun and let me go, I wanna fuck you so hard right now," she groaned.

"No," the blonde growled in response, her weapon digging into the tender flesh where Santana's throat met the underside of her chin. "You're not in charge here." Santana spluttered, eyes wide as she squirmed beneath her lover. Brittany loomed dangerously over the other woman, eyes narrowed threateningly. "Now stay put, Santana."

The brunette found herself gulping as the lithe body above her peeled away slowly, gun lazily aimed at her. Brittany couldn't wipe the smirk off her face if she tried, she had reduced Officer Lopez to a shivering, cowering mess of tousled hair, red cheeks, and soaked panties. The adrenaline was enough to get her as high as her best weed. She was thrilled to see Santana had barely moved an inch, not even lowering her arms. Good. She didn't want to reprimand the woman for being disobedient. Well, maybe she deserved a bit of spanking.

Brittany snickered to herself, seeing from the corner of her eye as Santana shuddered deeply, and crouched to the floor, eyes trained on Santana's as her fingertips searched their pile of clothes. "Close your eyes, sweetheart," she whispered. Plump red lips were wet by the quick sweep of a tongue, and a slender throat bobbed before mocha orbs reluctantly slid shut.

When Brittany stood once more, there was a muffled jingle that Santana couldn't quite put a name to. The bed dipped and she knew her lover was approaching, causing her to anxiously twitch. Her breath hitched when there was a tickle against her inner thigh, without thinking she spread her legs with a low hum. The faintest of pressures pressed against her through the thin silk of her panties, and she immediately began to grind against it, eagerly searching for more friction.

Hot breath was at her ear and a husky whisper brought her crashing to reality, "You look positively delectable trying to fuck this gun." Santana's hips stopped with a strangled moan, her heart pounding for a totally different reason now. A giggle had her eyes flickering open to see Brittany hovering above her and smiling innocently. "Incredibly sexy," she purred, her grip shifting, pressing the gun more firmly into the girl beneath her, earning a gasp/moan in response.

"Britt," the Latina was breathless, the blonde gazing at her with unrestrained hunger. Santana met her gaze with the same intensity, unable to deny that she was beyond turned on by this situation. Attempting to squeeze her thighs was futile with the blonde settle comfortably between them. She grunted, about to grab her lover and get what she wanted, until she found her hands restrained. A quick look upwards and lift of her arms had her groaning in distress, "Brittany!"

"Yes?" Came the sweet answer.

"Fucking un-cuff me!"

"No."

"What do you mean no? This is going too far!" She growled. Brittany merely smirked and slipped off the bed once again, trailing the gun down a tan leg. "Brittany!" The Latina screeched in frustration.

"I suggest using your inside voice, Miss Lopez," the blonde teased. Brittany wrapped a hand around her ankle and yanked hard, dragging the fuming Latina until her feet could hit the ground. "You'll be screaming in no time anyways."

Santana huffed, her cheats heating noticeably as she lifted herself into a sitting position, cuffed hands in her lap, glaring at her tormenter.

"Turn over," Brittany said with the lift of her chin.

Santana narrowed her eyes and attempted to cross her arms for a moment before growling and slamming her fists against her thighs, "Seriously, enough."

Brittany bent at the hips and stroked the officer's cheek with a soft smile, before her hand was buried in dark locks at the base of her skull, tugging Santana's head backwards and forced their eyes to meet. "I think you need to learn a lesson, Santana. You are not in charge here." She smirked, watching her throat bob. "Stand up."

The order was followed and soon Santana was standing on wobbling legs, lips pursed in a thin line and eyes wide. "Turn around," a whisper now. Again Santana obeyed, Brittany's grip on her hair loosening only slightly, making sure they were still staring into each other's eyes. "Now," Brittany's hand slid free from her hair, fingertips tracing the bumps of Santana's spine until she could press against her lower back, "bend over."

Santana licked her lips, arching her back and flipping her hair over one shoulder, still staring into smoldering blue as she slowly bend over, resting her hands on the edge of the mattress. Brittany's smile turned wicked, again the only warning before a harsh slap was planted on Santana's ass. The Latina yelped, jerking forward slightly and drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, thighs clenching together not so subtly.

Brittany eyes her for a moment, palm rubbing soothingly over the stinging area. "Try not to enjoy yourself too much," she teased, smacking down on her other ass cheek, a breathless moan escaping the submissive.

At the next slap, Santana's back arched and she let out a low keening sound, her cheeks quickly flushing with embarrassment, still staring at Brittany from over her shoulder. The blonde grinned right back at her, palm soothing over an already burning backside.

Another slap resounded in the air.

Another gasp.

A light snicker.

Brittany eased down the Latina's panties, revealing reddened flesh. She hummed in delight as the material slipped down tan legs, until Santana could step out of them. Knelt on one knee behind the officer, Brittany cupped her firm ass, peppering light kisses along her stinging flesh, earning a hiss from the other.

Santana chewed on her lip bundling the sheet into her clenched fists. Her ass was already burning, Brittany's lips may have been soft but at the moment they were grating against her sensitive skin. A surprised moan escaped her throat when a warm, wet tongue was dragged slowly across her backside, feeling like silk and causing her to tremble. Brittany planted wet, open mouthed kisses everywhere, hands gentle as they rubbed the tender flesh.

Just when Santana was beginning to relax, Brittany sucked a mouthful of tanned cheek into her mouth and bit down, grinding her teeth into the skin. The Latina cried out, ripping the sheet off the bed as she jolted upright. But Brittany's strong hand on her back had her bending over once more. "I warned you about enjoying yourself sweetheart," Brittany reminded her, smacking her palm hard against the area she'd just bitten, earning another cry.

Her voice was strangled as she growled out, "I'm not."

"Oh, I beg to differ," Brittany purred, her blonde hair tickling Santana's shoulders, hard nipples scraping against her back as she leaned over the tinier body. Her hands stroked Santana's ass for another moment before her foot kicked her legs a little further apart, and one hand snuck its way between spread thighs. Fingertips explored the apex, quickly becoming coated in Santana's sweet nectar, spreading it over her swollen folds.

Santana dropped her face into the bed, muffling her moan as her hips rolled into Brittany's hand on their own accord. She was desperate for any kind of relief at this point. When a long digit slipped deeply inside of her, she could not hold back her cry of delight, forcing her body backwards towards the blonde. Brittany snickered from her position and curled her finger, stroking Santana's insides and causing the Latina to whimper and whine as her body squirmed.

All too soon the sensation was over and Santana let out a groan, glancing over her shoulder just in time to see Brittany's hand raised, before it came down with a resounding whack against her backside. "Ugh," she grunted, hips jerking, trying to find some kind of relief, "Brittany."

It was a plea, begging for assistance.

The blonde moved around the other woman and bounced onto the bed so that she could lay comfortably against the pillows propped against the headboard. Santana was still bent over the side, chewing on her lip, eyes anxiously focused on the gun pointed in her direction. "C'mere," Britt insisted, reaching out and grabbing the brunette's upper arm, dragging her forwards until Santana was knelt over her, knee pressed to the mattress on either side of pale hips.

Brittany licked her lips, running her free hand against the flat plane of Santana's stomach, before grabbing her hip and guiding her forward a few inches. Then down, making Santana sit on her abdomen, wet center pressed against the rippling muscle.

"Grind," Brittany purred, one hand stroking a tan hip affectionately as she watched with hooded eyes.

Santana rested her palms against Brittany's sternum, watching the skin erupt in goose bumps from the cool metal around her own wrists pressing there. She bit her lip and adjusted her knees until she could roll her hips. It took mere seconds before pale abs were drenched in Santana's wetness, and the Latina squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. She was so incredibly turned on.

Cold metal caressed her cheek, startling her into opening her eyes, focused on the gun as it traced her jawline and down her neck. It came to rest, laying parallel on Santana's thigh, still pointed at her. "Faster," Brittany airily suggested (read: ordered).

Santana complied easily, searching for her release as she moved more quickly against the blonde's skin. There wasn't enough friction, and she groaned, hands unclenching to dig her nails into Brittany's skin.

"Harder."

The Latina didn't know what to do harder. So she growled, nails biting deeper into sensitive flesh and hips grinding down with more pressure. As her orgasm approached it became increasingly difficult to focus, she clenched her jaw and forced her eyes shut once more. She was rutting against Brittany wildly now, desperate for release, though her pleasure had seemingly plateaued.

And then the cold barrel pressed directly over her heart and Santana heard the deafening snap of the hammer striking. The coil that had been wound tightly instantly snapped and she cried out in surprise as her orgasm violently rocked through her. The waves of pleasure shook her to her very core, and as she was shaking and panting, Brittany rolled them over, using her fingers to bring Santana over the edge once more and bring her back down to Earth slowly and gently, placing tender kisses over her face.

Santana couldn't quite catch her breath.

The blonde was still hovering over her, peppering her jawline and cheeks with soft kisses through ragged breaths. "Britt," the Latina gasped, struggling for air. The lithe woman's response was merely burying her face into a tan neck and grunting, while she was grinding herself against Santana's thigh desperately.

Santana shifted and it had Brittany groaning from deep in her throat, moving her lower half more sporadically. The Latina smirked, lifting her thigh and pressing it hard against drenched underwear. "S'nt'na," she grunted, grabbing her hips and throwing her head back as she worked her body. Santana smiled, reaching out her cuffed wrists and tracing the twitching muscles of the other's abdomen.

"Come for me, darling," she husked, fingertips skating over pale breasts, pointer finger and thumb tweaking pink nipples.

Brittany cried out, jerking her hips down so hard that it forced Santana's leg flat against the mattress again. Her body quaked, stars shooting from behind her eyes. Then Brittany stiffened, her back going straight before she fell over and landed on her side, panting and grinning.

Santana turned her head, staring at the fool. Brittany was staring back at her, eyes hooded but sated, the corners of her lips curled upwards. "I hate you," Santana grumbled, even though her own lips were pulled into an equally dopey smile.

"I know," she laughed throatily.

After rolling her eyes Santana lifted herself into a sitting position, and slid to the floor, searching through their pile of clothes for her utility belt and the keys to unlock her handcuffs. "I can't believe you pulled the trigger of a loaded gun on me."

The was a rustle of bed sheets behind her, then Brittany was hanging off the edge of the bed, gun in hand, passing it over sheepishly. "It wasn't." Santana cocked her head to the side, taking the weapon from her lover, noticing right away that its weight was unnaturally light in her palm. "I unloaded the clip while you were a bit too busy fucking my stomach."

Santana blushed deeply, taking the offered ammo clip and setting the two parts on the bedside table. Warm hands slid over her shoulders and rubbed firmly. "Come back to bed," she asked airily.

The Latina chuckled under her breath, "Let me take off the cuffs first, love."

Brittany giggled, pressing her lips against a tan shoulder, pointing out the woman's pair of pants. Santana grabbed them, shifting through the belt until the keys were found. With a relieved sigh, she quickly undid the locks and let the handcuffs clatter to the floor.

After sliding into bed once more, Santana was awarded with being wrapped up in strong arms. She hummed, turning over in the embrace, coming face to face with her lover. Santana lifted her left hand, running her thumb along a freckled cheek, smiling bashfully as she whispered, "You realize if you were anyone else in the world I would have arrested you for even touching my gun.."

"I know," Brittany whispered back, lacing their fingers together smoothly and pulling Santana's hand up, until she could press gentle kisses to her red wrist. "I'm sorry," she murmured against the skin, looking at Santana through her lashes, her eyes shining with sincerity.

"Don't." Santana shook her head, rolling Brittany onto her back, and resting her cheek against the blonde's chest, listening to her heartbeat. "It's fine, Britt."

Fingers cautiously ran through dark tresses. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm," she nodded.

"Really sure?"

"Britt, I promise." She mumbled, wrapping an arm around her lover's waist. She hummed in appreciation, feeling Brittany's fingertips massaging the back of her head through her hair. "Can't fake that kind of arousal, and definitely not that orgasm, babe."

There was a soft giggle and Brittany nuzzled the top of the officer's head. "True." She continued to comb her fingers through Santana's hair in a soothing nature. After a while of sitting in silence and soaking in each other's warmth, Brittany spoke again, "Do you mind if I light a joint?"

Santana huffed, lifting herself up slightly, using Brittany's sternum as leverage. "Really?" she asked through an irritated sigh.

Freckled cheeks flushed deeply and the blonde drew her lip between her teeth, chewing it bashfully. She only nodded, until Santana narrowed her eyes and gave a harsh pinch at her ribs. Brittany yelped, jumping slightly. "Aw c'mon!" She pouted herself, throwing her lithe body across Santana's as she reached down to the floor to their pile of clothes.

Santana grunted attempting to push off Brittany's surprisingly heavy body off hers. "Britt!"

"We can share!" Brittany said with a grin, sitting up and wagging a metal cigarette case in the Latina's face. Santana rolled her eyes, leaning up against the headboard and crossing her arms over her chest. "Really, we can. It's a great post-sex bonding experience," her grin was bright and toothy.

"Have much experience with that?" A fierce scowl.

Brittany rolled her eyes and crawled her way into her lover's lap, while snapping open the container and flourishing the joints. "Before I met you, maybe," she teased, running a finger along a tan collarbone. "And now, I only ever want to share joints for post-sex bonding with one lady." She smirked down, slipping one joint and a lighter from the container, before closing it and tossing it to the floor. "She's incredible, y'know?"

This caused Santana to finally crack a smile. Brittany grinned back, lifting the perfectly rolled blunt to her nose and inhaling slowly. "She can have a wicked temper sometimes, it's that Latina blood running through her veins. But she's also got a sweet side that I think you'd appreciate; that is, if you think her screaming at someone for grabbing my butt on the subway, sweet. To me it is. No one else bothers to rage on people for that stuff in my defense." A muffled chuckle, as Santana recalled that moment vividly. "No, but really, she's a sweetheart under her tough-guy badass cop cover." Brittany's smile grew fond as she went on, "Sometimes she'll look at me like I'm everything she's wanted. Only when she doesn't think I'm paying attention, like on the off-chance I let her watch me dance at the studio."

"Okay, fine, we can smoke the doobie together!"

Brittany fell on her side, laughing. "Did you really just say doobie? Santana you are so gay."

The Latina rolled her eyes and smacked her shoulder, snatching the joint away and shifting onto her stomach. The blonde followed, draping herself lazily across Santana's muscled shoulders and back, fingertips tickling against tan forearms.

Santana squirmed beneath her lover until she could turn over, their bare torsos pressed together, soft laughs and giggles passing between them as they playfully wrestled. Their play continued on for a while, until both were out of breath and Brittany had been pinned beneath the Latina. "Don't make me cuff you, Pierce. I've already caught you with possession of non-medical marijuana."

Brittany hummed from low in her throat, running her toes up sculpted calves and hooking her legs around Santana's waist. "I'm sure I can convince you to let me off, free of charge."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, I'll use my feminine whiles and charm, yet again," she flashed a mega-watt smile.

"As an officer of the law, I have uncanny restraint against such tactics," Santana teased back, knowing the blonde knew that she was full of shit.

"Hmm.." Brittany relaxed against the mattress, reaching out and twirling a wayward dark curl around her finger. "Y'know what's better than post-sex bonding via sharing pot?"

"What?"

Brittany smiled softly, letting her fingertips gently caress the curve of Santana's jaw. "Getting high and making love," she said softly. Santana dipped her head, pressing a kiss to her lover's knuckles, a shy smile curling at her lips. "It's a new kind of vulnerability for both of us," Brittany went on, just as softly, "I want to share it with you."

Santana closed her eyes and tilted her head, Brittany's soft palm cupping her cheek. "Okay."

"Yeah?" Santana nodded. Brittany's smile widened and she pressed a sweet kiss to plump red lips. "It's not a mind-blowing experience like fucking on E, but it's still-"

"Why don't we just do it, and I'll find out that way, B."

"Yeah, okay," she giggled, kissing the officer deeply.

I ended it here because I just wanted the readers to imagine what the next part would be like for our two lovely ladies. I'm leaving this story open indefinitely because I like sporadically adding pieces like this too it. People keep saying they want it to be a full-blown story but I don't think it'll ever develop past these connected one-shots. I've never written anything with gunplay before, and I hope I didn't butcher the topic for anyone out there. Hope you've enjoyed. Leave a review and lemmie know how I did (: