A/N: There it is! I didn't want to keep you waiting for too long!
I promise i'll try to control the cliffhangers from now on...i just can't resist everytime! ;-)
Hope you enjoy the Chapter and Read & Review! :-)
Santana's eyes were as black as night, Brittany had never seen them like this, and they were definitely clouded by desire.
Their breaths were ragged, and they were standing still as if time had stopped, just looking deep in each other's eyes. Without saying a thing they understood themselves perfectly.
Brittany's body was flushed against the brunette's, who was struggling to keep her hips from grinding into the older girl's. As much as the blonde dancer wanted Santana, and she wanted her like she'd never wanted anyone before, she knew it couldn't happen like this. Not in a bathroom, not with half the town in the living room, not with such an amount of alcohol in her blood.
Trying her best, Brittany softly withdrew her hand from the young girl's breast, making her whimper at the loss of contact. The blonde's hand came to rest on the Brunette's waist, as she closely leaned her head into the crook of Santana's neck, shaking her head slightly.
Now, Santana was completely confused, seconds ago the blonde was about to take her against the bathroom stall…or so she had hoped and now…this. What was this?
During all this interaction, the Latina had stood still, afraid everything would stop if she moved even the slightest bit. Now, she was holding her breath, trying to figure out what was going on in the beautiful blonde's mind, a beautiful blonde that she had now in her arms.
Almost on instinct, Santana's hand tangled in blond curls, and caressed her head in a soothing manner.
"Brittany…" The brunette finally dared to whisper, her voice coming to sound so loud in the heavy silence of the bathroom, even with the muffled sound of music coming from downstairs.
The blonde didn't reply at first, she just squeezed the brunette's waist, and inhaled her scent, her mouth so close from the Latina's neck, lips softly brushing the skin just below her ear. Once again making Santana whimper, this time louder.
Without looking at the brunette, face still buried in her neck, and now brushing her lips on her ear lobe, Brittany finally replied.
"I really…really can't be your friend." It came out in a faint whisper, voice husky with desire.
Santana was fighting to keep her voice and body under control, the whole situation was turning her on so much when it shouldn't be. This was an important moment, and there she was just thinking about the throbbing between her legs.
Taking a deep breath to calm her reactions to Brittany's words, and touch, and scent..she tried to ease the tension.
"You said that already." The brunette said and Brittany could heat the smile creeping up her cheeks.
The blonde let out a soft chuckle, nodding her head while taking Santana's ear lobe between her lips and sucking on it, gently biting it. She was trying so hard to keep her control, knowing already that it was a lost battle.
"You didn't ask me why though…" The blonde explained softly, never stopping her ministrations, and teasing Santana who had her eyes closed and was biting on her bottom lip to keep from moaning, goosebumps all over her body now.
Before she could even think of replying, the brunette could feel Brittany's hand slowly raising her shirt, her soft hand coming to touch the skin just above the waistband of her jeans, before the blonde's hand continued its journey upwards.
Gulping on last time, the Latina managed to find her voice.
"Wh..Why?" She choked out.
Hearing the question she wanted to be asked, Brittany finally detached her face from Santana's neck, her face finding its place just in front of the brunette's, noses almost touching, gazes fixed on each other's.
"Because…I can't help myself. You drive me mad, all of you. The way you smile, the way you talk back to everybody, the way you quirk your eyebrow when you don't understand something…" Brittany started enumerating all the things she loved (loved?) about Santana, watching how the Latina reacted to each of them, not quite believing what she was hearing.
"The way you move…"Brittany's eyes watched intently the brunette, then fell to her plump full lips, as the blonde licked her own lips she continued speaking.
"Your lips…How they're so kissable…your skin, so soft." At those last words, the blonde's hand that was still on Santana's stomach started caressing the skin there, exploring shamelessly, and making Santana gasp.
"How you react to my touch.."Brittany said smiling, not missing the younger girl's sounds.
"I just can't resist you." The blonde finally concluded, resting her forehead against the brunette's, surrendering to her every desire, and admitting them.
Without missing a beat, and not even thinking about what she was saying, the Latina replied.
"Then don't."
To prove what she was saying, Santana's hand both came to cup Brittany's face, and pulled her into a kiss.
The blonde quickly responded, and it felt as if they were kissing for the very first time. In fact, it was the first time both put so much feelings in there, it meant so much. Santana deepened the kiss, parting her lips and letting her tongue graze the blonde's lips. At the soft and gentle touch, Brittany opened her mouth wider, their tongues completely mending against each other, both girls loudly moaning at the feeling.
If Santana was aroused before, now she was on fire. Her whole body responded to the kiss, the feeling of Brittany's tongue shot a pang of arousal directly between her legs, making her clench, she could feel how wet she was.
Brittany was also completely lost in the kiss, she wanted it to last forever and at the same time she wanted so much more. Now it was clear that they couldn't be friends, there were too many things going on between them. And she needed to feel her, to touch her…
Still trying to control her actions, Brittany did her best to ignore the throbbing of her clit, and her hands burning to touch Santana's skin. The more she felt the brunette's tongue against her and the more she could feel her resolve flying through the window.
As they finally broke the kiss in an imminent need of air, their eyes one again met, and they both smiled softly, happy to finally let themselves act on their feelings.
But it was Santana's turn to be eager now, she was set on not letting Brittany escape her, and leave her high and dry. Or not so dry.
The brunette's hands caressed the blonde's arms, and then started playing with the buttons of Brittany's plaid blouse, dark brown eyes set on the blonde's breasts.
Brittany understood the message perfectly, she wanted this to. So, so bad.
"What are you doing?" The dancer whispered with a smile.
"I want you." Santana replied matter of factly, as if their previous 'moment' had solved all their problems. The brunette's finger managed to undo a few buttons of the blouse, so that a white lace bra was showing. At the sight, Santana once again bit her bottom lip.
"Santana…I'm…you're a…We're not doing this here." Brittany tried to explain, keeping her control and doing her best to be a gentlewoman. Even though it was hard, as Santana's fingers had started to trace the top of her bra, caressing her breasts ever so softly, making her let out an unexpected moan.
Santana shook her head, disapproving. She wanted this so bad, she knew she wouldn't be able to return the party if she didn't get some kind of release. And seeing Brittany, she was certain the blonde felt exactly the same.
"Please…don't leave me like this." To punctuate her words, Santana stopped controlling her hips, letting them grind strongly into Brittany's.
Both girls moaned at the instant relief, and Brittany came to stand even closer to Santana ( if possible), pressing the younger girl against the bathroom stall . The change in position made Brittany's thigh slip in between Santana, so that the friction was even better, more direct on both girl's throbbing clits.
"You'll be the death of me…" Brittany whispered in the brunette's ear, surrendering to the Latina's request and grinding her thigh harder against Santana's crotch.
Santana could feel she was already so close, on the edge because of so much teasing and touching. She just hoped Brittany was in the same state of arousal.
And she was.
The blonde was completely and utterly gone, her grip on Santana's waist was hard, and she ground her hips mercilessly with a specific goal on her mind. Her own pussy was clenching and aching with arousal, she could feel her own orgasm building.
Santana quickly followed the blonde's hard rhythm, her hips meeting hers in a furious pace.
"Fuck San…" Brittany let out, too lost to say anything else, she needed to come so badly, all the tension from the previous days and encounters with Santana was building up to create an incredible climax.
"Don't stop" Santana said, eyes tightly shut, hand palming the blonde's breast.
Brittany lips searched for Santana's, and kissed her vigorously. A heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, both girls were too focused on the feeling between their legs to care about kissing delicately.
As their lips parted, their faces were inches apart, they were panting heavily, and gripping at each other as if their lives depended on it.
"Fuck…Fuck…" Brittany repeated like a mantra, nearing the edge.
"San…I'm so close…" The blonde said in a low, husk voice that only spurred Santana even more.
"Me too…Fuck…Harder Britt.."
And Brittany obliged, pushing her hips harder and rubbing just the right spot.
All it took was a few more thrusts, and they came almost at the same time, Brittany just a second before. Their whole bodies shook and trembled, as they let wave after wave of pleasure invade them. It seemed to last forever, and their breath were coming in short heavy puffs.
"God…how do you do that?" Santana asked in awe, completely astonished that they had just had a mind-blowing orgasm by dry humping, in a bathroom. Oh boy, how is it going t be once we're in a bed? And not in a hurry.
"Natural talent." The blonde replied smugly, and chuckled.
"Santana…we really have to think about this.." The blonde tried to reason, once again, coming down from her high and realizing what the real situation was.
"I know." The brunette replied, but clearly not interested.
"Not now." Santana continued, and surprised Brittany by hugging her.
The blonde hugged her back, and kissed the top of her head. How can she be so sexy and adorable?
Knock Knock Knock
Both girls were startled by the loud knocking on the door. Brittany's hand quickly did the buttons of her shirt, as Santana flattened her hair hastily.
"Brittanyyyyyy!"
Brittany let out a relieved chuckle as she recognized her best friend's drunk voice.
"It's just Rachel" She explained, and Santana sighed, relieved too.
Brittany finally opened the door, to a very drunk Rachel, drink in hand. The blonde had lost her buzz a while ago, and found her best friend so damn funny like this.
As Rachel saw who was inside the bathroom with Brittany, her mouth formed an exaggerated 'O' shaped form, and then she burst out laughing.
"You guys had fun?" She said knowingly, nudging Brittany's shoulder.
"Shut up" The blonde replied quickly, trying not to smile.
Santana on the other hand was blushing deeply. Not used to this kind of situations.
"Oh, but you did! Naughtyyyyy!" Rachel continued saying, way too loudly.
Brittany took Santana by the arm, and pulled her out of the bathroom.
As they both walked the corridor to head back downstairs, still feeling the stickiness between their legs, they could her Rachel's singing voice.
"Tooold Yaaaa!"
A/N: Bam!
I love writing Rachel, she's so funny!
So, what will they do now? Continue behind Esteban's back? What about feelings?
Aaaaaand i guess you all wonder about Santana's V card..Hum.. I'm pretty sure she'll lose it soon ;-)
Tell me what you guys thought!
Night night!
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