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A/N: So this chapter earns the story an M rating, so if you are reading from somewhere that frowns on such things be you warned. For dramatic storytelling purposes, I'm going to bounce around the timeline a little so watch the time/date headers to keep the events straight. Thanks for all the interest in this story. I hope everyone continues to enjoy.

For those following my other stories, I'm pretty sure than the second and final chapter of "Doing it Right" should be next. A sequel to "Beautiful Lost Girl" is also in the works. I'm having trouble with "You Can Do Better" because the show is pissing me off so bad right now. That's why I'm having to work on these stories that are so far removed from canon. I hope you'll bear with me.

Chapter 2

Getting In

11:25 pm EST, May 20th

Santana and Brittany's mouths rarely broke contact the entire fifteen minute cab ride home. As they piled in the back of the stinking automobile, Brittany had broken contact exactly long enough to mumble out her address and then went right back to it. Though her attention was definitely divided, Santana noticed that the driver was going in circles though she wasn't sure if it was just to jack up the fare or if he was hoping for a free show. After the second time he made the wrong turn, she kicked the hell out of the seat and gave him a one eyed glare in the rear view mirror. After that he stopped messing around and drove toward Brittany's. The sleazy jerk of a driver almost got his show anyway when one of Brittany's hands dove into the neckline of Santana's blouse and under her bra tweaking a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She cupped her hand over Brittany's not to stop her… because who the fuck would stop that… just to keep it from going any further until they were inside Brittany's apartment, and… okay maybe to add a little more pressure to the attention Brittany was paying her breast.

Brittany leaned into Santana kissing her neck and whispering, "San, I'm so wet for you."

Santana groaned and said, "Fuck, babe, you can't say shit like that to me. We've still gotta get back to your place."

Brittany took Santana's free hand in hers and brought the hand up to her bare thighs and brushed Santana's fingertips up and down the insides. Santana could feel the heat radiating from Brittany's sex. It was almost enough to make Santana lose control right there. "We don't have to wait," Brittany whispered as she drew Santana's hand dangerously close to her core.

Santana flexed all the muscles in her arm to stop her. "Britt, do you really want our first time together to be in the back of some cab with some creepy, smelly cab driver watching?"

"Hey," the driver protested.

"You shut up and drive faster," Santana shouted back at him.

Brittany released Santana's hand which she quickly retracted. Brittany withdrew her hand from Santana's shirt as well, saying sadly, "No, I guess you're right." Brittany looked away.

Santana hooked a finger under Brittany's chin and turned her face back to her. "Look at me, babe. I want you," she said looking deep into blue eyes, "like you don't even know how much. I just want our first time to be something we can look back on happily and not some half drunk romp in a backseat." When Brittany still didn't say anything, Santana clapped their right hands together and pulled Brittany's tight against her heart. "Intense connection, remember?" Brittany smiled brightly and leaned back in to resume the heavy make out session.

When they finally made it to Brittany's building, the girls were virtually tripping over themselves to get out of the cab. Santana threw an indeterminate amount of cash at the driver. It may have been not enough or possibly far too much; at that moment she couldn't bring herself to care if she had tried. The kissing had been interrupted which she didn't like but they were making steady progress into the building so that was a plus. They rushed into the building and spent several tense minutes waiting on the elevator during which Santana seriously considered sweeping Brittany up in her arms and racing up the stairs. She knew she could do; she was a trained free runner. She could traverse the length of Manhattan Island on foot in under thirty minutes without leaving herself out of breath so fourteen flights of stairs wouldn't be much of a challenge, but it would tend to raise questions that Santana would rather not focus on right now, so she waited… impatiently.

The doors parted with a ding and Brittany pulled her quickly into the elevator and hit the 15 button without looking and pulled Santana into yet another heated kiss. Santana pushed Brittany gently against the far wall placing her hands on Brittany's hips. She wrapped her surprisingly strong arms firmly around Santana's neck and hiked one leg up and hooked it around Santana's thighs pressing herself firmly against Santana. She was again completely engulfed in the scent of Brittany. The scent of sunshine (Santana still had no better way to describe it) mixed with the musk of their shared arousal was overwhelming.

When the elevator doors dinged again, both girls looked excitedly to the door before realizing that they were only to the sixth floor. They quickly separated and Brittany pulled her dress back down from the obscene level it had risen to. The doors parted and a blonde haired guy about their age wearing coveralls and a tool belt stepped into the lift. From her weeks of surveillance, Santana knew him to be the building's handyman. "Good evening, Miss Pierce," the boy said with an enormous grin.

"Hi, Sam," she said smiling in return, "I told you like a million times you can all me Brittany."

"Sorry, ma'am, it's a Southern thing," he said over exaggerating his Southern drawl, "I work here, you live here. Until one of those things change you're Miss Pierce." Brittany smiled at him and he smiled back before returning eyes front.

Santana didn't like this Sam guy. She wanted to swear that it wasn't just because he was blatantly flirting with Brittany, but she couldn't be sure. Her threat sense didn't ping on him so she was pretty sure he wasn't dangerous, but Santana's intuition told her that he was trouble.

She glared at him until her attention was drawn back to Brittany who had her gaze fixed on Santana and she nearly came just from the sight. Brittany looked like she wanted to devour her whole, skin flushed, pupils completely blown, bottom lip quivering. She'd never seen anyone look so turned on and so sexy in all her life.

The elevator dinged again at the twelfth floor and Sam departed wordlessly. Before the doors had even closed all the way Brittany and Santana had slammed their bodies together once more resuming their previous heated make out session. Brittany moved to assail Santana's neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth. Santana moaned loudly and slid her hands up the back of Brittany's thighs under the hem of her very short dress coming to rest and coming to rest on the smooth skin of round, firm cheeks of Brittany's ass. "Oh, God bless your amazing dancer's body, honey. I can't wait to see you out of this dress."

Just then the elevator dinged once more to announce their arrival at the fifteenth floor and Brittany detached herself from Santana and said, "Won't be long now." She turned to walk out of the elevator leaving the hem of her dress pushed up slightly over her butt so that Santana could watch her as she walked. She stood there transfixed at the sight for a long moment and only snapped out of it when the elevator doors started to shut again. She shot between the rapidly closing doors and hung a hard left to follow Brittany who had arrived at her door and was pulling her keys from her purse. She had the door unlocked and was pushing it open when Santana caught up with her. She grabbed Brittany's ass with both hands once again, this time firmly and pushed her into the apartment. Brittany squealed in surprise at Santana's fingers digging into her backside.

When the door clicked shut behind them, Santana was suddenly reminded of what had brought her to this moment. She remembered for the first time in almost an hour that Brittany was supposed to be a target to be eliminated. She remembered that there was a dagger in her purse that had been intended for Brittany, the same purse that Santana had almost "accidentally" left at the club until Brittany had spotted it on their way out the door. Santana wondered if she could really do it. Then she wondered which end result it was she was unsure of her being able to complete. Could she eliminate her target… which is to say, could murder this girl that she'd come to love in cold blood? Could she defy orders and let Brittany live? Could she betray The Brotherhood for someone she wasn't even sure loved her back? Someone who as connected to the Templars, no less?

Suddenly the absurdity of that thought hit her full force in the face. There was absolutely no way this beautiful, sweet, fun girl was a Templar. Her life revolved around a dance studio and partying, in over a month she had had no contact with anyone that struck Santana as suspicious, she'd accepted no packages from anyone that went unopened, and she'd never dealt in any large amounts of cash. This girl was not a part of an evil cabal, much less an important enough part to warrant killing. Il Maestro had messed up. That was pretty much unheard of but it had to happen eventually she supposed.

Brittany turned around and grabbed Santana's wrists flinging them over her shoulders and pressed her body against Santana's trapping her against the solid door. Santana had to stop her combat instincts from kicking in and "defending herself" from the hot girl that was turning her on so much she could barely see straight. She had to remind herself that this wasn't a fight she was in she was in but the hottest bought of foreplay she'd ever experienced.

Brittany's fingers gripped the hem of Santana's sweater and started pulling it up and over her head. She had to take a step back and struggle a bit to get the sweater off because it was so tight. When Brittany looked back at Santana, her breath caught in her throat. Santana stood there, her hair tousled, toned, strong arms and well defined abs, beautiful tan skin, a truly spectacular pair of breasts in sexy black bra, her chest heaving from excitement and exertion, a light sheen of sweat covering her, she almost seemed to sparkle here and there from reflected moonlight and starlight.

"Britt, honey, where'd you go?" asked Santana. The Latina gave herself a once over to make sure there wasn't something disgusting on her. "What are you staring at?"

"You," Brittany said, "you… you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." A big bright smile broke out over Santana's face. "I want you so bad, San. We're both wearing too many clothes." With that she reached for the hem of her dress and in one fluid motion pulled it off over her head.

Yeah, The Brotherhood could go to Hell.

Now it was Santana's turn to stare. She'd seen Brittany naked before, almost daily, in fact. The girl lived in a studio apartment with one wall that was a floor to ceiling glass window without any curtains and she had a propensity for going without clothes at times, but Santana's view through her binoculars did absolutely no justice to the amazing girl in front of her, the tight, muscular dancer's body, the flawless, pale skin, the full perky breasts topped with rosy pink nipples. "Honey," Santana said her eyes not moving or blinking, "if you think I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, then you've clearly never seen yourself naked."

Brittany smiled bashfully and started walking backwards toward the bed. "San, why are you still standing way over there?" She ran her hand down over her stomach, stopping in the soft patch of curly hair just above her opening. "Why aren't you over here touching me?"

"That is a damned excellent question," Santana said. She quickly kicked off her shoes and walked towards the bed unbuttoning her jeans while Brittany sat and slid backwards onto the bed. When she reached the headboard, Brittany turned to the side table and grabbed her camera and snapped a picture of Santana standing at the foot of the bed looking mindblowingly sexy in just her bra and her undone jeans with so much lust in her eyes.

"So hot," Brittany said.

The click of the camera's shutter grabbed Santana's attention quickly. There weren't supposed to be pictures of her. The second tenant of The Assassin's Creed is to remain anonymous and pictures of her, especially intimate pictures, were the opposite of that. This only reminded her that in refusing to kill Brittany she was also violating the third tenant of The Creed in compromising The Brotherhood by not respecting the chain of command, and like that she was starting to have doubts about what she was about to do. Her salvation came in the first tenant, to never do harm to innocents. Brittany was innocent. Santana knew this with a certainty that she'd never known before tonight.

"San," Brittany questioned, "is everything okay? Did I freak you out with the camera? I can delete it. I mean it's really, really hot and I don't wanna, but I also don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"Keep it," Santana said just above a whisper.

"Are you sure cuz I don't have to," Brittany said.

"Do I look good?" Santana asked with a sexy smile as she pushed her jeans down over her hips, letting them pool at the floor.

"Baby, you look amazing," Brittany confirmed as Santana stepped out of her jeans. "Like if I wasn't already planning on having sex with you, that picture would totally make me want to."

Free of her pants, Santana crawled on all fours up over Brittany's naked body. She said, "Then keep it." Brittany smiled once again and took another picture of Santana perched above her like some kind of predatory animal ready to pounce. "Just remember this when I get hold of that camera," she said as she brought herself face to face with Brittany and kissed her once more. This kiss was less frantic than the others, it wasn't about lust but about tenderness and they both seemed to understand that intuitively. Santana shifted her weight to her left arm so that she could bring her right down to Brittany's thigh just above the knee. Her fingertips grazed ever so slightly over along her skin, slowly, torturously slowly for Brittany, up towards her hip.

Every single graze of skin against skin sent tiny little shocks of electricity through Brittany's body and she shuttered in response. So much so that when Santana's palm came to rest on her hip, Brittany almost missed the tiny tremble in Santana's hand… almost. Once she noticed the hand, Brittany, an absolute master of the movement of her body, went perfectly still and just felt Santana on top of her, and it wasn't just the hand that was trembling. She broke off the kiss and propped herself up on her elbows. "San, baby, what's wrong? Talk to me, please."

Santana dropped her head down to Brittany's chest and took a deep breath of the dancer's scent. It had the calming effect that she had hoped for. She kissed her in the valley between her breasts before stammering out, "I… I've never…"

"Never had sex with a girl?" Brittany prompted. "I can totally go first, if you want, show you how it goes. It's really not that different than having sexy times with yourself except that you can use your mouth."

"No, I…" Santana corrected, "I've had sex with girls before. I've… never made love to one… anyone, and I…"

Brittany interrupted her by tilting Santana's head up to look at her. She said, "Neither have I, and I totally get that you're probably freaked because it's way soon to be saying things like that, but just know that I'm right there with you, okay? Yeah, we've only known each other a couple days, and yeah we've only been out once and like I said I really don't know that much about you but I'm pretty sure I'm already in love with you. I mean, isn't that what love is? Wanting to be with someone no matter what? I don't think there's anything you could say that would change the way I feel about you."

"Are you sure?" asked Santana. "What if I told you I was some kind of bad person?"

Brittany just giggled and kissed Santana on the forehead, "Oh, San, you're not a bad person. If you're not ready for this, I totally understand, okay? And all you gotta do is say so."

"No," Santana said emphatically, "I want to."

Brittany smiled at her and said, "Good, then either get to it or roll over so I can cuz right now I'm so turned on, I feel like I'm on fire and I really, really need to feel you or be felt by you so I don't explode from the anticipation."

"Yes, ma'am," Santana responded playfully before pushing Brittany back down onto her back and burying her face in Brittany's neck.

"Oh fuck yeah," Brittany moaned and cupped Santana's bra clad breasts in both hands, "And as sexy as it is, take this damn underwear off. I want to feel all of you against all of me."

Brittany moaned again, but this time it was from the lack of contact as Santana sat up straddling Brittany's hips. The Latina reached behind her back for her bra's clasp. "I wouldn't have ever guessed you'd be this bossy in bed. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty hot. Just don't expect to get away with it all the time," she said with a smirk as she let the undergarment slide down her arms and flinging it aside. Brittany's eyes were transfixed on the newly revealed flesh. She flexed her upper arms to push her ample breasts together slightly. "See something you like, sweetie?" she teased.

Brittany reached out tentatively, almost like she was afraid to touch Santana's breasts like she so desperately wanted for fear of breaking some sort of magic spell. "Is this real?" she asked softly

"What? My tits?" Santana asked confused, "Yeah, they're all me." She pulled Brittany's outstretched hand towards her and pressed it again one of her breasts and held it there with her own hand. Both girls sighed at the contact.

"N…no, is… is this real?" she clarified. "I'm not like dreaming or something, right? I went to this rave a couple of days ago and took some stuff and was awake for a long time. I'm not like sleeping having this way sexy dream am I? Cuz I might die if I woke up and you went back to just being some girl from my dance studio that was maybe flirting with me a little bit, and you're so perfect, San, I..."

Santana let go of Brittany's hand on her breast. "Sit up," she said. Brittany just looked confused. "I want to show you something. Sit up here," Santana clarified as she shifted back from Brittany's hips to her thighs so she could sit up. Santana pointed to her sternum just above her breasts and said, "Put your ear right here." Brittany did as asked and Santana wrapped both arms around the girl's head. "You hear my heartbeat? It's been beating that fast for you all night… since you got out of that cab at the restaurant at least. I'm real. This is real. I'm not some girl that was definitely flirting with you a little bit at the dance studio. I'm far from perfect, honey, but I am yours, and you're mine, for as long as you'll have me. I love you, Brittany." She soon felt warm tears running down her chest and she held the girl tightly. After a couple minutes, Santana felt one of Brittany's thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. "We don't have to… if you're not in the mood anymore," she whispered into the top of Brittany's head.

Then without warning Santana suddenly found herself flipped over on her back with Brittany on top of her. Her blue eyes dark with lust, desire, and love, "We're totally going to. Only difference now is I'm going first." Brittany attached herself to Santana's neck and shoulder area kissing, biting, and licking while her hands found Santana's ample breasts. "I thought you had like nice boobs and a really great bra but turns out they look even better out. I'm totally a boob girl." She moved her mouth down to take one of the large dusky nipples in her mouth. There was a very sudden intake of breath and Santana arched herself into Brittany's mouth and tongue. Brittany's left hand attended Santana's other breast while she slid her right hand down the Latina's stomach to the waistband of her panties. "I think I told you to get rid of these," she said as she started pulling them down with one hand. Santana lifted herself off the bed to accommodate Brittany in disposing of the last of their clothing. She ghosted her fingertips back up the entire length of Santana's muscular legs slowing the closer she got to where Santana wanted… needed those fingers. Brittany kissed her way back up to Santana's neck and said, "Are you ready?"

"So ready," Santana whispered.

Brittany brushed a finger through the girl's folds. "God, you're so wet, baby."

"I blame you," Santana smiled briefly before groaning loudly, "Definitely your fault." Brittany giggled her adorably cute little giggle as she easily slid her middle finger all the way into Santana's pussy and brushed her clit with her thumb. Santana's whole body convulsed and she rasped out, "More." Brittany withdrew her finger and pressed two back in. "Yesssssss," she hissed out. Over the next few minutes, Brittany started to work up a quick, steady pace in and out and Santana's body responded.

"Is that good for you, baby?"

"So good," she responded quickly. "I'm getting close, hon."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"K," Brittany said, "Turn over on your side and touch me. I want us to come together." When Santana did respond right away she added, "Please, baby. I really want you to touch me and I want to come with you inside me, San. Please?"

Santana groaned at the need in her voice and said, "God, anything for you, Britt." She shifted and rolled onto her side taking a minute to find her balance against Brittany's rhythmic thrusting. When she felt she had it, Santana sought out Brittany sex stopping briefly to run her fingers through the soft curls just above it.

"Oh yeah, San, like that," Brittany moaned as the girl's fingers gazed her clit.

"Two?" Santana asked breathlessly.

"Three," Brittany said.

"I don't want to hurt you, honey," Santana said painfully aware of the multiple meaning of that statement coming from her. She knew she meant it in every way.

"You won't," Brittany reassured her. Santana rubbed her stiff clit for another couple seconds before, as gently as possible, inserting three fingers into Brittany all at once. Brittany gasped at the sensation but let out the sexiest sigh Santana had ever heard. Santana strived to match Brittany's pace and found it quickly but had to try hard to maintain it. Her body tremored every time Brittany thrust into her and the pleasure coursing through her body was starting overwhelm her senses. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she got precariously close, but Brittany stilled her fingers. "Look at me, San," Brittany demanded. Santana's eyes snapped forward once more. Brittany's chest was heaving and her whole body was flushed. "Keep looking at me and tell me when you're gonna come. Don't look away again or I'll stop again."

"I'm really close, honey."

"Me… too, baby. Just a little more."

"You're so tight, Britt."

"So good, so, so good."

The girls fixed their gazes on one another, brown eyes locked on blue. Both had so much desire, lust, want, and need in their faces. Their shared desire only intensified the sensations coursing through them. The emotions between them were palpable. Both girls scooted closer to the other until they were practically right against one another. They were still thrusting steadily, both working the other to the edge of release, breathing the same air, sharing the same breath.

"Britt," Santana wheezed, "I'm gonna…"

"Hold on," Britt panted, "I'm almost there. Go faster." Santana sped up her pace while Brittany slowed just a little bit. Santana was breathing hard trying to hang on and wait for her girl. Brittany reacted to the faster thrusts with greatly shortened breaths and Santana was worried that she'd hyperventilate and pass out but before she could even attempt to verbalize that the blonde said, "Now," and sped her thrusts into Santana back up, "Come for me, Santana." It was just a tiny little breathy whisper but that was all it took and both girls came undone calling out for the other both still staring at the other and the flood of emotion on top of the physical sensation was breathtaking. Both girls were physically trembling and still buried in one another's sexes cause aftershocks in each other almost as intense as the first wave, pleasure multiplying on itself for several minutes afterwards.

They lay like that for several minutes regaining their breath and still just staring at each other. They told each other that they loved them with their eyes and with small smiles, both reading the other's emotions like they were an old familiar book. Eventually, Brittany was the first to withdraw her hand followed quickly by Santana and both girls licked their fingers clean. Santana moaned at the taste of Brittany and said, "I can't wait to taste you."

"Cuddles first?"

"As you wish," Santana said opening her arms to the other girl. Brittany giggled and rolled over pressing her back against Santana's front. The brunette wrapped the dancer up in her arms tightly.

"Te amo, mi preciosa."

"Love you, too," Brittany said, "Just don't fall asleep on me."

"Querida, that is something you definitely do not have to worry about."

10:20 am EST, May 21st

Brittany finally started to stir and the light in her eyes told her that it was definitely daytime. The bed beside her was cold and while that was not remotely an uncommon occurrence, she suddenly felt so lonely that she thought she was going to start crying. She had grown so incredibly use to having Santana around her so very quickly. She sat up and looked around. Before her eyes registered anything she smelled coffee. "San?" she called out.

"I'm here," she responded. Brittany looked over to find her in the big overstuffed chair by the window. Being backlit by the bright day outside Brittany couldn't see more than the outline of her, but she looked to still be naked.

"What time is it?"

"It's pretty early considering how late we were up, but I need you to wake up and talk to me about some things. There's coffee. I didn't know how you like it or I'd have poured you a cup already."

"That's okay," Brittany said still shake off her grogginess. She walked on wobbly legs over to the kitchen area and poured herself a mug full and retrieved the milk from the fridge. "What did you need to talk about?"

"I need to know everything you know about Abstergo Industries and Project: Morningstar," Santana said evenly.

"There's not much to tell," Brittany said taking a sip of her coffee before thoughts started to catch up to her, "How do you know about those things? Why do you… why do you want to know about them?"

"Because, honey," Santana said, "a very powerful organization sent me here to kill you and I'm pretty sure this Morningstar is why."