NA: A big thank you for everyone's support so far, and all the awards to iheartbrittana at tumblr for being amazing and putting up with me. I was asked about this several times, so here goes a general answer: I'm still not sure about when Fine Art will end, but it might be really soon. A sequel might be in order or not. I still have to do some thinking.
(If you take a look at Fate's Hands, you will find it was updated, too.)
09
It's wonderful, and it's in Hawaii, and Blonde's hands are grabbing her ass and making her ride Blonde's thigh and Santana has been waiting for this for too long. She doesn't even care they're at the door, and that the house has three other people in it, three other people that could show up anytime, because Handsome Devil is sucking her tongue and she's not wearing a bra under her shirt and it has been six weeks, for the love of God, six unbearably long weeks.
But of course there are sounds of footsteps and Quinn shows up with her I Hate Mornings face. "Santana, where's the coffee?" She mumbles, sounding a lot like a child. Brittany stops her wonderful ministrations and giggles like it's no big deal they're being interrupted in some hot action. "Go away, woman." Santana growls and hides her face in Brittany's neck. "You promised you would make coffee before everyone got out of bed and I need my coffee!" Quinn says exasperatedly. Santana doesn't know if that's someone up there mocking her life. Or why is she even friends with Quinn. Or even why Quinn has to be the grumpiest person in the world.
"C'mon, San, let's make baby Quinn her morning dose of caffeine." Madre Teresa Blonde says, and Quinn is really lucky Blonde is so much nicer than Santana because Santana obliges and they go to the kitchen. She looks at Quinn and whispers so Brittany couldn't hear, "you're so going to pay me for this! When have I ever cockblocked you?"
Santana starts making the damn coffee, mentally cursing herself for letting Quinn classify her coffee as the most delicious coffee in all history of coffee all this years ago. Quinn just sits there, useless as always, eyes half closed. Brittany starts looking around the kitchen for ingredients, brushing against Santana every time she can, that teasing little thing. Does she really need to reach over Santana and press her hips against Santana's ass to grab a freaking frying pan? Santana growls, but Cherry Bomb just goes to her ear and, with a hand on the other side of her neck, quietly says "just wait until I get you alone" and Santana just wants to die.
Of course Rachel and Blaine show up, her in Teddy bear pajamas and him in black boxers, and of course the both of them hug Brittany excitedly as if they, too, weren't getting in the way of Santana's long awaited sexual release. Blonde hugs everyone and serves scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and it's ridiculous how they're all almost falling in love with her because she gave them food. The five of them sit to eat, and Santana wonders how Rachel can talk for so long without taking a breath because she's telling Blonde absolutely everything that had happened, from the best experiences to the most irrelevant details.
The thing about Blonde is the faces she can make, like when she looks at Rachel in what seems deep attention but her hands are actually between Santana's legs, over her shorts, and Santana is almost choking on her eggs. Even the ever observant Quinn, who seems to be regaining rational thought with each sip of coffee, is blissfully unaware of what is going on, and why does Blaine love to walk around the house in his boxer briefs, again? But then Blonde is adding extra pressure and Santana almost rolls her eyes in satisfaction.
Their deal is that Blaine washes the dishes after breakfast, so when they're done and Santana is almost begging for some alone time, Blonde says she's tired from the trip and she'll take a shower before heading to the beach and Santana just beams. Quinn gives her a knowing look and Blaine begins to sing Let's Get It On and Santana just gives them a death glare and follows Blonde, because she couldn't care less.
If there's one thing better than sex it must be shower sex, Santana thinks as she watches Aphrodite's clothes fall off. "You coming?" Brittany asks, turning the water on, and she's oh so naked that Santana just nods and watches for a few seconds the water running down Blonde's amazing body before taking off her own clothes and joining. Santana makes her turn around and face the wall. "You are a tease. Did you know that?" She asks, running her hands through that perfect back, scratching slightly. "And this is payback." She adds, touching Brittany's breasts and earning a low purr. She caresses both of them softly, playing with the nipples so efficiently Blonde spreads her legs wider without Santana telling her to. Santana takes her time, though, waiting until Blonde has her mouth half open, her eyes closed and begins to whimper, to take her hands downwards. "You're too easy." She says, smirking when Blonde gasps with the faintest of touches. She caresses Brittany's folds, trying not to show she's getting as turned on as Brittany by then. She's as anxious for this as Aphrodite, but they still haven't reached the perfect point.
"Please." Brittany says, hips bucking when Santana touches her center and adds pressure. "Please." She moans once more, and Santana doesn't think she has ever been this turned on in her life. Santana obeys, groaning loud at the wonderful sensation of two fingers entering Brittany, then one more, and her girlfriend starts making all this little noises and there's hot water falling on Santana's back, and they she never took Brittany from behind like this and what a great sight it is, Blonde with both hands on the wall, legs spread wide and by the way Brittany is so wet it's flattering and she's moaning Santana's name and that only happens when she's on the edge, so Santana picks up the pace and curls her fingers. She feels Brittany's walls clenching and when her other hand touches Blonde's center it's the perfect timing and Brittany comes undone in a long moan.
Santana can't hold back her smug grin. "That was almost too easy." She says, taking her fingers out and licking them and Blonde always tastes amazing, so she closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them again Sensual Seduction Blonde pulls her close for a slow kiss and Santana lets her mouth be explored in any way Brittany so wishes. Blonde is smiling into the kiss and Santana can't help but smile at the fact the woman always gets so silly in her post bliss. Blonde bites Santana's lower lip and pulls before diving in for another kiss, hands exploring Santana's body, unrushed.
Blonde has this look on her face when she runs a thumb over Santana's lip, a look of adoration and care, and Santana kisses her again, this time sweetly, realizing for the first time that Brittany has undoubtedly fallen for her. "I really missed you." Brittany says, with a serious expression, running a hand through Santana's hair. "I just had to come here and see you when one of my shows got cancelled." Santana's heart is racing when she nods. She's not very good at feelings, but she tries.
"Hey, we're heading to the beach! Careful not to waste too much water, it is not environmentally friendly!" Blaine yells at the bathroom door, and the both of them laugh. "Maybe we should get out of the shower." Santana says, turning off the water and reaching for a towel to envelop Brittany gently and dry her body, drying herself after as the both of them leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom. Santana thinks she should say something because that moment does mean something, but nothing comes to her mind. Brittany is making sacrifices to be there, and she looks at Santana in a way that makes her blush.
When she turns again to Brittany, the blonde is wearing shorts and a blue bikini. "Come here." She says, kissing Blonde when she gets within her reach, slow and tender. Brittany lingers for some more, arms around Santana's waist, just looking at her. "I'm really glad you're here." She says, and she means to say really glad you chose me, but that isn't something light to say. Blonde kisses her, pressing Santana against the dresser and stopping just before they get too hot again.
It's a beautiful day out there and even though Santana does want to have 10 uninterrupted hours alone with her girlfriend, she does have to give in and smile to the sight of beach, sun, and the smell of salt and Brittany's sunscreen. Blaine is surfing, or making some sad attempt at it, but he laughs and laughs when he falls off the board and two of their Hawaiian friends are there as well, patiently waiting for him and making some sweet moves themselves so everything's okay. Quinn and Rachel must have gone to their morning jog in one of their old couple things, and Santana wonders how two people can know each other for less than a year and still look like they have been married for decades.
She realizes she knows Brittany for only a little longer than Quinn knows Rachel, mere six months, but she already wants to call her abuela and tell her all about Blonde and her life and how amazing her girlfriend can be. They choose a spot and Santana get her things ready, takes off her shorts and lies down on her back, ready to go back to New York with nothing less of a fantastic tan.
Brittany surprises Santana once more and starts applying sunscreen on her legs, and even though it does feel amazing they are touching in public, in public touching, and Santana is too dumbstruck to even say anything. Her hands go the inside of Santana's thigh, higher and higher, and Santana is almost rolling her eyes at the feeling. She wonders about the paparazzi and the gossip and the people looking; Brittany then goes to her back and Santana stops freaking about the complications. It feels so good, so majestically good; Santana is a lot tenser than she ought to, but Blonde is undoing her knots and adding pressure to the right spots and she starts to relax. Brittany's intimacy with Santana's body is very obvious to the casual observer.
"I love you." Blonde says, and Santana stops breathing for a moment. She turns around, facing Brittany and her nervous face. How had they even reached that stage? Weren't they in the 'I'm in love with you' type of declaration? "I'm sorry, San, but I love you and the last few weeks have been horrible without you." She cups Santana's face and they look at each other in the eyes. "I needed to tell you that."
"It's okay." Santana says quietly, looking around to see if anyone is paying attention. She decides to dare, to take more risks than she had allowed herself to, adds "I love you too," and kisses Brittany in public, preparing herself to be rejected and pushed away because it's in public and forbidden. Except it doesn't happen, and she breaks the kiss a few seconds later by her own accord. "I just wish I could tell that to everyone." She doesn't love a lot, she doesn't love often, and this is important; she can imagine herself with Brittany for the long run, she can imagine being with Brittany even if they're hiding, even if she can't tell her abuela – or anyone, for that matter –, even if they still have a lot to work on.