May 3
7.20 pm
"Thank you" Santana replied almost whispering when the blonde tattooist gently handed her a cappuccino. She stretched out her hand to take it, accidentally brushing her pointer finger against the back of Brittany's hand. That simple skin contact immediately sent goose bumps down her back, making her heartbeat accelerate. She couldn't help but lower her gaze to try and hide the flush of blood rising to her face.
She suddenly felt the urge to say something to distract herself from her own embarrassment.
"Hey, I wanted to thank you again for the diary." she said already reproaching herself for showing any signs of thankfulness, especially to the person who had been trashing her for the past three weeks.
"No problem!" Brittany replied giggling.
"I can't' believe you actually read it!"
"Hey, I was just trying to find you! I had to read it!" Brittany replied rising her hands as a sign of innocence.
"Yeah right" Santana said snorting but smiling at the same time "And, if I may ask, have you read all of it?"
"If you want to know if I've read about what you thought of last week's session, then yes I have." At those words Santana giggled nervously trying again to hide her embarrassment.
Fuck.
"I swear I've been called many different things in my life but, I really appreciated the inked witch one." Brittany commented taking a sip from her cup.
"Wait, aren't you mad?"
"No Santana, it's funny."
Santana didn't answer she simply stared at the other girl, amazed.
"What?"
"Nothing…" she replied shaking her head. "You're kinda never how I'm expecting you to be."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Both I guess." Santana stated with a shrug and surprised herself for not being afraid to tell the girl the truth. She wasn't completely at ease but she was starting to enjoy the conversation. Of course, sitting less than one meter away from Brittany, was still a hard thing for her to handle, but somehow she found it a little bit more pleasant.
Brittany didn't reply, she simply looked directly at her and smiled with her beautiful blue eyes. Santana couldn't help but smile at her back, wondering why she found those blue gems so incredibly hypnotizing. But it wasn't just her eyes, it was her fruity scent, her gorgeous smile and her inked skin that was so soft but, somehow told a story, it was just, everything. Everything about this girl was so completely intoxicating.
"So any exciting plans for the weekend?" Brittany asked after a moment of silence.
"I wouldn't define my plans for the weekend exciting." She paused.
"Why? What are they?"
"Erm, Ray is so excited about this Saturday cos it's the party for his company and it's a huge deal. He has been organizing it since March, it's all he talks about and all he cares about right now!"
"What's it about?" Brittany asked showing some interest.
"This year his, well our, company reached the set budget plan two months earlier than we were expecting. So this is a wonderful time to throw a party and to thank all the people who work for Miller Inc."
"Well, it's still a party, sounds fun to me." Brittany said nonchalantly playing with her cup.
"Oh no, not at all! Firstly coz they all are my bosses but, I'm also the girlfriend of the CEO of the company. Secondly because they are Ray's friends and that means that I'm going to listen to very boring speeches about sailing, golf, or both." She paused for a second letting her head fall into her hands. "Plus, as I've just said, I'm the CEO's girlfriend and it means that I have to look great, elegant and beautiful in order to make Ray proud of me and I still have to find a dress."
Santana stopped again, checking for the tattooist's reactions to her words and all she got back was a frown.
"I know I should probably shut up and drink my coffee." She stated embarrassed.
"An outfit huh?" Brittany repeated ignoring her.
Santana rolled up her chocolates eyes at her and simply nodded.
"Why don't you wear a man suit?"
"What?"
Brittany nodded, convinced of what she was suggesting.
"I mean it's just perfect. You'll be surrounded by a bunch of powerful guys, why don't you look like them?"
That was probably the craziest advice she had ever listen to and despite the fact she was already picturing Ray's negative expression, she couldn't help but hint a smile.
"That is…" She stuttered.
"Brilliant?"
Santana smiled shaking her head. "Aha."
"Revolutionary?"
"Well I was about to say…"
But the tattooist interrupted her one more time. "Genius?"
"Crazy" Santana exclaimed quickly.
"It's not! It's brave and funny at the same time!"
"Brittany Ray doesn't want me to be brave he wants me to be"
"Ordinary?"
That word hit Santana like a cold shower in the early morning. Yes, Ray wanted her to be ordinary but she wasn't ready to admit it to Brittany and most importantly she wasn't ready to admit it to herself.
She was still mulling over what was the best way to answer to her comment when the blonde's words drew her attention again.
"Although, I don't know if it would be a smart idea either." She said changing her mind.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked frowning back.
"Just that if I were Ray and you were wearing a man suit I don't know if I would be able to control myself." She paused for a second but it was enough time for Santana to feel her heart accelerating, and feeling the blush rise again, she really needed to get a hold of her emotions.
Santana clenched her fingers around the cup tighter, trying to ease some of the tension that was quickly building inside her.
Oh fuck.
"But" she started stuttering. Her mouth, already dry and she was finding speaking one of the hardest things ever. "You don't even like me." She managed to state in one breath.
Santana wanted so badly to look up to meet those blue eyes, but she resisted for the sake of her mental health. She tried to take a sip from her cup but lifting that mug felt like lifting a forty pound weight.
Santana had no idea what was painted on Brittany's face but she was pretty sure that it was something like her classic teasing beautiful smile.
"Well…" she replied giggling leaving the sentence incomplete for just enough time to make Santana wish she hadn't accepted this coffee trip. She quickly took another sip of her cappuccino to try to hide the fact that she was shaking and literally burning inside.
"…technically I don't really like you, but that doesn't mean I haven't thought about how tasting you would be, a couple of times." She added nonchalantly, with the calm of a person who was stating that the sky is blue.
Santana was ready for some teasing words but not that, not something so direct and wrong, and exciting at the same time. Her body couldn't hold the daze and Santana couldn't help but spit out the cappuccino that was still in her mouth and start coughing.
Why the hell that girl was so fucking direct and why the hell was she saying those inappropriate things to her. Santana's mind started working at its maximum rate.
Was she saying the truth? Why wouldn't she? Brittany was probably the most sincere person Santana had met, but she wasn't sure she was happy about that anymore.
Tasting you? What was that supposed to mean? Oh god, she knew exactly what it meant.
Unconsciously her gaze dropped from the blondes' eyes to her lips, and more precisely to her tongue piercing. She jolted at the thought of what that piercing could make her feel.
Her heart was hammering so badly against her ribcage that she was afraid it would escape from her chest at some point.
Oh, you have no idea.
"I-I-" She narrowed her eyes trying to come up with something smart to say and at the end she opted for a plain "I'm nothing special."
Brittany quirked an eyebrow at her and her intense blue eyes danced around her face, momentarily stopping at her lips.
"Wow, Santana you are not able to accept compliments at all." The tattooist commented.
"Was that a hidden compliment?" She replied snorting but before Brittany could say anything else that could have put herself in a bad position once again. She tried to change the direction of the conversation.
"W-what are your plans for this weekend?"
"What makes you think I have plans?"
Santana rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, both annoyed and entertained by that answer.
"Do you?"
"I do actually" Brittany paused for a second and Santana suddenly realized how much she was waiting for something from those sweet lips. She literally craved for each word that would escape her mouth.
"There is the Redondo Beach Convention this weekend." Brittany explained but Santana couldn't help but answer.
"Never heard of it."
Brittany's eyes went wide and gave her a surprised look.
"It's the biggest tattoo convention of the entire valley, probably one of the most important one in America."
"I'm sorry for being so ignorant."
Then she frowned.
"What exactly is a tattoo convention?"
Brittany glared at her one more time, but then she smiled shrugging as she wasn't expecting her to be interested in the topic.
"It's a sort of gathering of all the greatest tattooists of America and sometimes we have people coming from England, Japan and other places. It's amazing it's like working while attending a party."
"Sounds fun."
"It is! And it's also the best way to promote your business and get more customers."
"Will you tattoo someone?" Santana asked already reproaching herself for the stupid question.
"I mean, of course you will it's a tattoo convention after all." She added making Brittany giggle softly.
"Yes I will, but this time I will mostly be concentrating on the competition." Luckily for her this time the blonde didn't wait for her to ask about it.
"It's like a normal competition with a jury and a podium, but all we have to do is tattoo someone. This year is the first time I'm doing it."
"Really, are you nervous?"
"No not really, more excited actually."
"From what I've seen you're pretty good, so why is this your first year?"
Brittany smiled again at her and Santana felt the knot in her stomach tightening. She was so astonished every time she was watching this girl smile, she wished she never stopped.
"Wow, thank you. You know the past two years I didn't feel ready. Despite the fact I may seem like a total mess, I'm a perfectionist and so I guess I didn't want to fail at something."
"Well, I'm sure you'll do great." Santana added hoping for another smile but this time she wasn't so lucky.
"Brittany." She said checking her watch. Damn it was so fucking late and Ray had probably already called her a couple of times to check where the hell she was. "I should go." She said with a little bit of pain in her heart, she really didn't want to leave.
"Yeah, me too actually." She agreed standing up and gathering her things.
Santana followed her standing up as well. They both stared at each other for a second before Santana lowered her gaze, pretending to be looking for her car keys.
"So… Thanks for the coffee."
"No problem, Barbie."
Santana smiled glaring at her.
"I really wish you could stop calling me that."
"Mm, I don't know if I'm ready to give up to this simple way of messing with you." She replied already turning on her heels and walking towards the entrance.
"You know..." She said suddenly stopping herself. For a moment Santana thought she caught a shaky tone in her voice. "I kinda had a great time today." She added making Santana smile even more.
"Me too."
"If you want to distract yourself before the business party Saturday afternoon…" She paused turning again and started approaching the door.
".. You know where to find me!" She added just before getting out and saying goodbye with a cool movement of her right hand.
Santana stood still for a second shaking her head beaming.
Even if Brittany was trying to hide behind her badass attitude, she was really starting to like her, but Santana couldn't help but wonder if that was a good or a bad thing.
May 7
3.20 pm
With a firm pace Brittany S. Pierce crossed the southern gate of the main pavilion, to find herself right in front of the wide parking area. The Redondo Beach area was huge and the event was held in different pavilions, each one hosting tattoo stands and gothic souvenir shops. She quickly turned left, to avoid any impact with the entering people and stopped about two meters away from the entrance. Brittany's eyes skated quickly up to the sky and she couldn't help but sigh happily at the sight of the sun. Today was indeed a wonderful day, or at least she was sure it would at least be a positive one. First because her stand was in the main pavilion and that was really a big thing for her, it was the first year that the organizers of the event had asked her to hold her stand in the main area and that meant only one thing, she was in the big leagues now. She had been in that place for just a couple of hours and she had already met all the greatest artists from the east coast and the legendary Mr. Wanderer from Japan.
"Already leaving pretty lady?" a male voice distracted her from starring up at the blue sky.
She rapidly rolled her at the guy standing a few steps away from her.
"Hey boss." She said smiling back at her tattooist friend G. He was a German guy who had moved to LA when he was 18 to try to build a career in the movie field and he had ended up tattooing people. Brittany had always respected him since he had been her first and only boss, as a matter of fact she had briefly worked in his studio when she was still trying to figure things out.
"My little Miss Pierce, look at you, an important stand in the main area and a competition coming up. You've come a long way, girl."
"And I have to thank you for that." Brittany replied letting the man hug her briefly.
"Thanks and good luck with your competition! I'll stop by your stand later, I've a thing coming up tonight and I want to discuss it with you!"
"A thing huh where?"
"On the hills, it's a fancy party or something."
"Don't know G. I've stopped doing those things." Brittany said.
"As you wish, lady."
"Are you coming?" G asked pointing at the entrance with a movement of his hand.
"In a minute." She said smiling but the truth was that she was already annoyed by his presence, all she wanted was a moment alone from all the chaos. Actually all she wanted was to get outside, right at the southern gate where she would have a great view of the parking and of the people approaching the Convention's entrance.
"She's not coming." Another voice spoke interrupting her rambling thoughts. This time she didn't need to turn to know who was talking. She was a 100% sure that Puck was standing right next to her and was lighting up a cigarette.
"You know that smoking kills more than 5 million people per year?" she asked whilst choosing to ignore his previous statement.
"I know. I don't care." He replied with a light tone making Brittany want to punch him in the mouth so he wasn't able to inhale the cigarette.
"You should."
"You know that avoiding the question doesn't solve the real issue?"
"I'm not avoiding anything." Brittany said snorting trying not to look at him in the eyes.
"Do you know what really surprises me?"
"I can't wait to hear that" she said with her classic mocking tone even if she was aware of the fact that her sarcasm wouldn't get her anywhere.
"That the Brittany I know would never be anxiously waiting for someone to arrive, the Brittany I know would be inside and having fun."
Ok, maybe she was waiting for her, maybe she wanted to check if she was in the line or something. So? What was wrong with that? Santana seemed to be such an innocent, classy girl and maybe she really needed a hand to get inside a place full of tattooed people and weirdo's .
"I…" she tried to excuse herself but then she stopped. Fuck, she had never had explain her behavior to anyone and she definitely wasn't going to start today.
"I just needed some air."
"Right, you can prete-" but Puck didn't have the time to finish that sentence, or maybe he did but certainly she didn't manage to hear it.
The first thing her mind acknowledged was the thrilling noise of a 5.2 liter, V10 plus engine, capable of generating 550 hp that belonged to an Audi R8 and somehow she already knew who was arriving. The second input her mind was forced to deal with was the elegant image of the metallic grey car, entering her sight and approaching a free spot right in front of them.
"Is she?" Puck said rolling his eyes from the fancy car to her and again back to the fancy car.
Yes, she was she.
As she was expecting, the person inside the vehicle waited a couple of seconds before getting outside. Brittany was already smiling at the thought of the insecure girl in such a crazy environment when the car door opened and someone that looked like Santana Lopez got out. But Brittany couldn't believe it was actually Santana.
For the first time in years she realized she was excited and nervous at the same time. Despite the fact she was feeling absolutely amazing she noticed that her palms had started to get sweaty.
A completely different Santana Lopez was standing twenty meters away from her and all she was able to do was to look at her in disbelief. The Latina had her chocolate hair down and it was softly falling on her shoulders and this was probably the first time she hadn't seen it held in a classic bun. But that wasn't all she was wearing a pair of denim shorts, beige ankle boots and a white tank top that was enhancing her beautiful tanned skin.
That couldn't be the Santana Lopez she knew, that was a fucking hot chick who had just gotten out of a fucking hot car.
"I think I'm in love." Puck whispered probably staring at the same flawless image.
"Come on, let's go." Brittany suggested slightly punching him on the shoulder.
"Don't you want to wait for her?"
She wanted to, but she knew she shouldn't have.
"No, she'll find us." She said already approaching the entrance and reproaching herself for having invited Santana to attend something that meant so much to her.
3.30 pm
Damn.
That was the exact word that crossed Santana's mind as the third man in the last five minutes walked right next to her dropping his gaze from her face to her chest, shyly coming out of her tank top.
She knew she shouldn't have wore something like this, but she wanted to be different, she wanted so badly to wear something normal, something casual, something that wasn't making her feel imprisoned.
But there she was, in the middle of a place teeming with people so fucking different from the boring ones she was used to dealing with.
These people may have been weird and odd but they were honest, direct, they were looking at her in the eyes (and occasionally staring at her boobs) but she could tell that all of them were real and most of all sincere.
Santana turned right without hesitation she knew, since she had checked the big map at the entrance of the convention, that in a couple of seconds she would see her. She blinked trying to remain focused and trying desperately not to blush. She really was trying to make a good impression for once. She looked great and Brittany was probably busy doing something, so getting there unnoticed and surprising her would be easy. Well, easy if she wasn't so damn nervous to see her again.
The past few days passed working and living her monotonous and monogamous life had been okay but a total waste of time since she hadn't seen Brittany. She knew that counting the hours that were separating her from her next session with the tattooist was wrong and inappropriate on so many levels but she didn't actually care. She wasn't hurting anyone, she had told herself she wasn't doing anything wrong since it was completely normal to long for something that was making her feel good and alive. She knew that sooner or later she would have had to stop that. But for now she had absolutely no intentions of stopping, plus she was completely sure of something, that feeling of intrigue she felt was probably temporary and it would eventually pass. She had absolutely no doubts about that.
As her feet turned the corner, she immediately saw the Urban Ink stand and she immediately saw the blond girl that had temporally stolen her sanity.
"Brittany." She whispered unconsciously as she started approaching her.
The tattooist was at work, completely leant forward on a person's back. She couldn't help but feel a vice to her stomach she realized that the person was actually a girl. Brittany looked so focused and relaxed at the same time, wiping off the ink from the girl with an elegant gentle movement that made Santana wish it was her instead.
She had her blonde hair gathered up in a fluffy bun, probably to stop it from interfering with her work, but she still looked absolutely adorable.
Santana slowed her pace since she didn't want Brittany to see her, she would have stayed there looking at her working for the entire afternoon but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tall man that suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Hey, you must be new here." He said and Santana immediately caught a slimy and not very reassuring tone.
"I-I am here to see a friend." Santana cut him off shortly hoping to get rid of him quickly but, apparently the guy, didn't get the hint.
"I've never seen you here. Welcome." He insisted with his flirtatious and annoying attitude.
"Thanks." She replied looking down but with one eye she managed to see the man lifting up his right hand.
She immediately felt a shiver running down her spine, at the thought that he was going to touch her. His vicious smirk was weighing on her.
"Hey!" a voice exclaimed out loud driving the man's attention. Santana hinted a smiled since she knew exactly who was talking. "You really don't want to touch her." She added firmly.
Santana couldn't help but to look up again to check both Brittany's and the other man's reaction. The tattooist was still focused on the girl she was tattooing and she hadn't moved her eyes from the drawing at all.
"Sorry Brittany. I didn't know she was with you."
No wait, I'm not with her.
But Santana was smart enough to shut the fuck up and pretend to be with her.
Brittany nodded imperceptibly and that was the sign for the man to leave.
How was it possible that this skinny blue eyed blonde was able to win against such a tall creepy man, without even looking at him? Santana had no idea; it just seemed to cement the fact that Brittany was indeed amazing.
"Thank you." She said without saying hellofirst. She was trying not to feel so damn nervous but as the distance between the two of them decreased, her heart beat accelerated.
Brittany lifted her eyes up to her and smiled as she wanted to tell her no problem. "Hey you."
Santana looked down at the tattoo the girl she was working on and her heart skipped a beat. It was incredible. It was very simple, no colors, just black and white but it simply looked magical. The drawing represented a woman's face but it was like staring at a real picture. All those tiny details, the nuances, everything was just flawless and Santana could even perceive the sadness in the girl's eyes.
"Oh god Brittany." Santana almost whispered astonished, and receiving a frowned expression from the other girl.
"This tattoo is…" She didn't know how to put into words what she was feeling.
"Ok?" Brittany suggested.
"Ok? What are talking about! It's amazing, I don't even have the words to do it justice!" Santana exclaimed putting particular emphasis on the word amazing to make her understand that she really meant what she said.
"Thank you, Santana." Brittany said and for the first time Santana had the feeling that she was just about to blush or that something indeed was happening inside her but, her classic calm expression wasn't letting any emotions out.
"It means a lot." Brittany added making her blush immediately.
Damn.
"You are going to win for sure."
"We'll see."
She paused.
"So what brings you here?" The tattooist asked directly even thought that was a stupid question since she knew why she was there.
Santana shrugged.
"Ray went to tonight's location to set something up and I was bored." She replied ending the sentence with a sincere sweet smile.
"I'm glad you came." Brittany admitted.
She's glad I came! Santana wanted so badly to answer that she was glad to be there but that would have been flirting and absolutely inappropriate. She wondered why the hell she had come there in the first place.
"Your tattooing skills…" She said pointing again at the tattoo on the girl back to divert the attention from the possible flirting atmosphere. "Are amazing."
"Barbie, if you don't stop saying nice things to me I might start liking you." Brittany replied teasingly.
Instinctively Santana tilted her head, while a hint of a smile approached her face.
"Wow and then all my dreams would finally come true!" She said holding Brittany's steady gaze with the same mocking tone of the tattooist. Brittany's eyes immediately went wide as she heard those words and her grin turned into a surprised smile.
"Oh wow. Ladies and gentlemen Santana Lopez finally made a joke!"
Santana just giggled in response.
"So, have you found an outfit for tonight then?" Brittany asked helping the other girl to get up from the table and freeing her for about half an hour.
She had actually but she didn't want to admit to her that she had followed her advice. She had absolutely no intentions of following a fashion suggestion from a girl who usually only wore a t-shirt and worn jeans. But then the following day she was walking down the street and passed one of her favorite boutiques, where she noticed a wonderful white jacket and Brittany's words had quickly popped into her mind. So that night she was going to wear a pair of white elegant trousers with a white jacket and black heels.
"Yes, it's nice." She said trying not to reveal too much.
"Great. You can go like this though." Brittany replied making her blush immediately but at the same time the knot in her stomach tightened its grip at the thought of Brittany noticing her outfit.
"Yeah, right."
"Why not? You look incredibly hot in this outfit." Brittany insisted and for a second her gaze dropped to her lips making her feel a sense of uncomfortable dizziness throughout her body.
The correct answer to that statement would be to tell her that she had dressed like that for her but obviously she opted for a nervous high pitched giggle.
"What?" Brittany asked.
"Nothing, it's just- you are a very direct person."
"I can always lie and say that I haven't been staring at your legs for the past ten minutes."
And there she went again. Gosh, could she just stop being fucking shameless? That was probably too much to ask to a girl who had a dragon tattooed on her back that reached her ass and probably even lower. But she needed her to stop, Santana already felt like she was about to pass out and it was making her want more.
"Let's talk about the convention. Ok?" She proposed to save herself.
"K."
"How's it going so far?"
"Great! I've been tattooing most of the time and I've spent the rest wandering around and admiring the other's techniques."
"It doesn't seem that you need to learn anything." Santana argued still amazed by the realism of the drawing she had seen a couple of minutes before.
"Ok you really are trying to make me blush."
Santana's stomach squirmed at the image of the blonde's cheeks getting pinker because of something she could say.
"But you have to know that tattooing techniques are always improving and every year you have to update your skills if you want to survive in this world."
"Oh, I see." She said nodding. "I wish I could do something 100 times less amazing than what you have just done."
Brittany beamed at those words and Santana wished she would never stop.
"Come on!" She ordered inviting her to step into the urban ink stand. "I'll show you!"
"Show me what exactly?"
"How to tattoo people!" Brittany explained as if she was talking about teaching her how to ride a bike.
"Oh no, no Brittany I can't tattoo someone!"
At that answer the blonde burst into a loud laugh that made her seem even more adorable.
"Do you really think I was going to let you tattoo someone?" She shrugged. "I'm crazy but not that crazy."
She added while Santana made the two steps that were separating her from the other girl.
She lowered her gaze reproaching herself for being so damn stupid, but her brain still wasn't able to function properly when she was within touching distance of the blonde.
"Here" the girl said pointing at the leg rest with wheels right in front of the work table.
Santana wanted to argue that she didn't feel like learning such a difficult thing in front of everyone, since she had noticed that people were constantly approaching the stand and Puck and Sugar were there probably talking with possible customers. She took the seat where the girl had suggested and Brittany softly placed both her hands on her shoulders.
At the contact with the smooth skin Santana couldn't help but feel her heart begging for mercy, starting to beat uneasily against her chest.
"Ok so, if you had to tattoo someone what would you use?" Brittany asked, hands still on the shoulders.
How the hell was she supposed to think while the only thing her mind was able to process was the sensation of Brittany's hands applying pressure to her skin.
"I don't know. This I guess." She replied pointing that a tattoo gun on the table.
"Correct and then?"
"Ink?" She was feeling so damn stupid in that moment because she wasn't able to understand if Brittany was really trying to teach her something or if this was another way to mess with her.
"Sure! Pick a color you like."
Santana instinctively opted for the black plastic bottle.
"Wow, very punk of you." Brittany commented lightly squeezing her shoulders.
Why the hell was she still touching her?
"Ok." She said finally lifting her hands up from her collarbone.
"We need a guinea pig now!" She said teasingly stepping aside to look or something in her bag.
"And I think we have a candidate." She stated placing a yellow apple in front of her.
Santana's eyes skated up to her glaringly.
"Seriously? Do you really want me to tattoo an apple?"
"You want to learn how to do it or what?"
Santana snorted. "Fine!" She replied letting her win and picked up the gun.
Brittany took the ink bottle and spilled a small quantity of it in the small plastic container.
"Ok, Barbie, dip the needle in the ink and when you are ready press on that footswitch to activate the needle."
Santana nodded taking a deep breath, was she really just about to mark an apple for the rest of its life? She shook the end unbelieving that she had agreed to do something like this in the first place.
She pressed the button with her left foot and she heard the unmistakable sound of the needle being activated.
"Oh, fuck." She said as she trying to draw a little star on the apple peel but all she could do was pierce it too deeply.
"Yeah, you applied too much pressure." Brittany agreed with a teasing laugh then, she did something Santana wasn't ready for. She sat on the other leg rest and with a sharp movement she slid aside to land right behind her.
Santana let out a surprised breath as she girl got closer and literally hugged her with both her arms.
"You have to understand that it's all about the pressure." She said but in that moment the Latina could only concentrate on the pressure of Brittany's chest against her back.
Oh my fucking god.
There they were again. Touching! This was definitely too much.
With a gentle movement Brittany took the gun from Santana's hand.
"Could you press the footswitch for me, please?" she almost whispered in her ear making her jolt.
She would do anything for her, she knew that.
Santana obeyed almost holding her breath. She had fallen into a catatonic state and thoughtlessly she observed Brittany's hand drawing a perfect circle on the fruit peel.
"See? Your turn now." She said handing her the gun but not moving away from her.
Santana took it shakily and swallowed thickly. Why the hell did she always find herself in these situations? Santana's mind went black again as the intoxicating fruity scent of the blonde arrived at her nose.
Fuck.
A tress of the blonde's hair was delightfully tickling her shoulder sending goose bumps down her side.
Santana quickly pressed the activating button to try and wake her mind up.
"Ok, be careful now." Brittany said again placing her chin on her shoulder and her hand wrapping around Santana's one.
Ok this was too much. She needed to run away from her but she knew her body was refusing to leave the tattooist ever again.
"Be gentle." Brittany whispered again into her ear producing a vibrating wave quickly running down her body, right towards her stomach, exciting it.
Santana, almost shaking, had managed to mark an S on the apple without even realizing.
"Good girl" Brittany commented.
"Brittany…" Santana said begging, she didn't even know what she wanted to say, but luckily for her she didn't have the time to process it since they both were distracted by the sound of Santana's cell ringing.
"Ugh, I should answer."
"You should." Brittany agreed standing up.
"H-hello?" Santana said with the hand holding the phone still shaking.
"Where the hell are you?"
She immediately recognized a very angry Ray's voice.
"I-I'm out." She stuttered looking down.
"Oh I've noticed that! Come home! I need you to help me to get ready for tonight!" he said with a firm tone.
"But it's early!" Santana argued, already upset at the thought of leaving the other girl there. She really wanted to be there when the judges would have announced Brittany the winner of the convention's competition.
"Santana fuck. Are you arguing with me? You know how much this event means to me so, I'm asking you nicely, take your fucking car and come home!" He screamed over the phone and she could tell that Brittany had heard each word since she instinctively glared her.
"Ok Ray, I'll be back in fifteen mins." She said before hanging up and rolling her eyes at the blonde.
"I'm sorry Brittany I have to go now."
"You don't have to do what he wants you to do, you know that right?" Brittany said ignoring her previous sentence.
"I, I know. He is just stressed for tonight and he needs me."
"But he has just treated you like shit!"
"He, er…" she really wanted to excuse him but she didn't even know what to say to try to convince Brittany. She wasn't even sure that Ray deserved her to go back, but she knew she had no choice.
"Santana you should allow no one to treat you like that. Do you want me to do something?" Brittany insisted.
"Oh, no, please stay out of it." She said gathering her things. "See you next week." She said quickly before turning on her heels and running away.
And as she had arrived in that incredible way she was already gone, all because of that moron. She had listened to every word that fucking rich man had used ordering Santana to run back home, and he had been nothing but rude and unfair. Brittany took a deep breath. Santana had told her to stay out of it. It was her life after all. She wasn't even supposed to care about it but unconsciously she had already picked up her phone.
"Hey G." she said when the man picked up. "I need to talk to you about something."
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