Hey guys! Here's the continuation of the last chapter ;)! Sorry it took longer but as usual been too busy for life itself! I hope you like this chapter and please please review or comment as it helps me get motivated to write the next chapter as fast as I can if I know people are reading! LOL... Thank you so much for your response and I totally appreciate it! ENJOY!
"Hi." She heard a familiar voice behind her, causing her to jump in her state of relaxation. It made her freeze a little bit and the sound of the warm voice being so close to her was not helping her focus on calming down.
Slowly, she turned around to face the figure behind her and surely, there she stood looking imperial and beautiful; simply stunning. "Hey", it was all she could utter for this moment, at least.
They both stood there silent for what seemed like eternity. It was as if the room literally blurred out every single person in it apart from the two of them; blue eyes locked on to dark brown ones with a fiery, yet innocent gaze as if they were channelling something to each other using telepathic methods. The kitchen felt smaller than it was and it made Santana nervous; Brittany just looks nonchalant as if addressing her ex girlfriend for the first time in weeks was not a big deal. They stood about a metre away from each other; Santana was nervously holding her drink while Brittany casually pours herself some wine; her eyes left the brunette's for a moment while pouring her drink but they went back to them again after. Santana could feel her heart pumping blood through her veins faster than usual; her hands felt clammy and frankly, she was just an utter fucking mess.
"It's good to see you tonight." Brittany said; finally breaking the awkward silence that has been boiling up between them.
"Y-Yeah, you too." Santana stutters as she takes a larger sip from her drink. Damn she's going to be drinking more than intended at this rate. "How have you been doing?" she asks maintaining her aura of politeness.
"I've been good..." Brittany answers, she pauses for a bit to smile but they never reached her eyes, "Just you know, sorting things out. What about you?"
"Yeah, good." The brunette plastered a forced smile on her face to match the lie she's just told. Shit, she seems happy enough and it broke her heart to see Brittany dealing so well with everything while she practically lost the ability to function. "Just dealing." She bit her lower lip when the unwanted statement came out, "I mean you kn—"
A pale hand lightly brushed the hand that was holding her drink and she almost dropped it, "San, I understand. Don't worry, we don't have to pretend like nothing happened." Brittany said with a comforting tone. What the hell, she's being so nice that Santana could not help but smile back.
"No, we don't." Santana replied; her shoulders slump a little bit as she let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted Brittany back but what the hell could she do?
Brittany's heart ached for her too, she must admit. Of course she cared about Santana; she still does and seeing her like this made everything so goddamn difficult. A part of her just wants to hug her so badly but another part is being stubborn and wants to walk away. She forced a smile as she looked down to avoid the brown eyes.
"Ladies, what have we got here?" a familiar macho voice asked.
They both turned around to see Puck, slightly drunk already, walking towards them. He stopped beside Santana and placed his hand on the small of her back, casually. "You drinking, Lopez?"
Brittany noticed the gesture and immediately felt a burning rage of jealousy overcome her. She never liked Puck in high school; he was a horny jerk, no matter how many times Santana defended him; so now, seeing him all touchy feely with Santana just made her flare up in anger. The shit thing about it is that she actually saw a smile creep up the Latina's face as his hand made contact with her bare skin.
"Yeah, I'm drinking. I can see that you are too." She smiled at him, then at Brittany almost apologetically.
"I'm going back to the living room, see you guys around." Brittany stated; trying not to sound too annoyed; as she took the bottle of wine with her when she practically sprinted out of the room.
Santana felt the change of mood from the blonde and suddenly moved away from Puck to go after Brittany but it was too late, as the kitchen door pretty much shut in her face.
"What the fuck Puckerman? You're timing is shit." She uttered not even bothering to hide her annoyance.
Puck shrugged his shoulders, "How was I supposed to know you guys would be here? I thought you're not talking to each other." He was definitely drunk.
"This fucking sucks." She replied, downing her whole drink and pouring another one immediately after.
It's going to be a long night.
By the time she made her way back to the living room, Brittany was already engaged in a conversation with Artie. It was evident that the blonde had a few drinks after she left the kitchen, seeing as the newly opened bottle of wine was half empty. Santana knew her ex girlfriend was never a heavy drinker; it was also obvious from the way she laughed hysterically and her rosy cheeks that she was already tipsy. Santana herself had a few shots of whiskey in the kitchen while Puck incessantly blabbed on about how he just wanted to be loved, something he does often when he gets drunk. From the distance, Santana observed both Brittany and Artie; she never did like McCripple Pants in high school; she could barely stand him after high school, she only did it for Brittany; but now, seeing them talking quite close to each other, playfully hitting each other; Santana felt her blood boil under her skin. Yes, she was tipsy and yes, she's bitter but shit, that son of a bitch better back off before she goes all Lima Heights on him. She wanted to walk away and not care about what the hell Brittany was doing; they're not together anymore; but it seems quite fast for her to be moving on, or back to Artie.
In a spontaneous spurt, she found herself walking towards them, still with a drink in hand. She didn't seem to care about intruding any more; damn, she's Santana Lopez, fuck everyone who's in her way.
"Hey Britt, can I talk to you please?" she addressed the blonde but not Artie, of course it was what she intended to do.
Both Brittany and Artie looked up at the brunette; confusion plastered all over their faces.
"I'm talking to Artie, San." She retorted; slightly annoyed at the Latina's sudden interruption.
Santana just stood there, not wavering, with her eyes locked onto the blonde's completely disregarding Artie. She didn't care that she broke their conversation nor does she care about looking like a complete idiot standing in front of Brittany; her eyes filled with desperate hope. She didn't exactly have a plan either; all she knew was that she wanted Brittany to herself; then she'll decide what she will do.
"Uhm, I'll leave you two to it." Artie finally suggests; making Santana cock her head towards him, putting on her signature smirk.
Once Artie wheeled away from them, Santana sat on the coffee table right in front of Brittany.
"San, what did you do that for?" the blonde asked, now completely irritated.
"I need to talk to you." The brunette replied with a serious look in her visibly intoxicated eyes.
"We were talking but apparently you wanted to talk to Puckerman too." Brittany stated not fully able to hide her jealousy.
"Is this what it's all about?" Santana asked; Brittany furrowed her brows in confusion, "I was talking to Puck, so you go and talk to Artie to make me jealous?"
The taller woman let out an animated chuckle, "Oh San, not everything is about you. You need to realize that."
Ignoring Brittany's comment, Santana unexpectedly took her ex-girlfriend's hand and pulled her up and started walking out of the living room. Brittany, at first, tried to free herself of the brunette's grip but the alcohol is making her feel a little dizzy and so she stopped fighting and just let Santana lead the way. The brunette doesn't know what she's doing, or where they're going. Her judgement was clouded due to the shots she forced down herself earlier on and now she's starting to think that maybe laying off the booze for a while would be a good idea. She led the way, brushing past familiar faces who are also too engrossed in the party to sense anything unusual about the ex-lovers. Finally, the Latina came to a halt in front of the guest bedroom door; she checked to see if anyone is in there and pulled the blonde in with her after seeing that the room was vacant.
"Santana, what are you doing?" Brittany questioned; she's so confused right now. One minute they're having a civil conversation, the next minute they're bickering and now, they're in a bedroom alone.
"I don't know." Santana turned to face Brittany; her eyes filled with longing.
She took a few steps towards the taller woman; hoping she wouldn't take steps back away from her. Brittany stood there and watched as the brunette made her way towards her; she wanted to back away but they haven't been this close in ages that somehow seeing Santana like this kept her feet planted on the ground. The shorter woman stopped just an inch away from the blonde's face; she carefully studied her features like it's the last time she'll see her. Cautiously, she lifted her right hand to lightly trace Brittany's jaw line; the blonde didn't move away much to her delight; she cupped her chin and gently pulled her forward, desperately wishing that Brittany would oblige. From this invisible distance between them, she could feel the tension hanging in the air; her breath was steady but her heart was literally beating out of her chest. The familiar scent of Brittany's lip gloss invaded has now invaded her senses causing her to go into overload and finally close the gap that's been keeping their lips apart.
The kiss was fervent, desperate and rushed but it still managed to send an electrifying tingle through Santana's body and by the looks of it, after the initial shock of the situation, Brittany was also enjoying the moment. The brunette pushed the taller woman into the wall; pinning her against it her hands sliding down to the slender length of Brittany's body before hiking her legs up to her waist. She didn't know why this was happening to be honest. Maybe they were both too intoxicated to care, too sexually frustrated to stop this or it could simply be that they actually both want this, because they miss each other. Santana shook those thoughts out of her mind before she could convince herself to stop and focused on what was happening right in front of her. Her split second of lost concentration enabled Brittany to take control; getting back to her feet and forcefully pushing the brunette onto the bed before straddling her. With Brittany on top of her, everything just seemed too familiar. All the emotions she's tried to bundle up have escaped and she was drowning in a pool of love, confusion, anger and lust. She held the taller woman impossibly close to her; wanting to feel every detail of her body. She could feel the heat emitting from her warm, soft pale skin even under the dress she was wearing. Santana didn't want to rush anything; she wanted to savour each second of being this close to Brittany, again.
They both stopped for a moment and paused; only to lock gazes with each other. Brown eyes locked onto blue ones; both questioning each other; both trying to get some kind of mutual agreement with each other. Trying not to ruin the heated moment between them, Santana carried on her ministrations; kissing a trail down Brittany's neck, savouring her sweet taste.
"What...are, uh, we doing?" Brittany questioned her in between kisses.
"Britt, please, just let me show you how much I've missed you." Santana explained; her hands busy finding the zip for the other woman's dress.
Brittany didn't respond with words; instead, she cupped Santana's cheek and pulled her in a slow, passionate kiss; licking the brunette's lower lip to gain more access. Santana took that as a definite yes; eventually finding the goddamn zipper of the dress and hurriedly pulled it down. Despite how tight and fitting the dress looked on the taller woman, it came off pretty easily, revealing a braless Brittany. Her brown eyes gazed at the body in front of her, longingly and hungrily taking in her toned features. They travelled up until she met blue orbs staring right back at her and she smiled. She smiled genuinely.
"Let's get you out of your clothes." Brittany offered seductively; moving herself off Santana to push the rest of her dress down, revealing her black lace lingerie. She signalled for the brunette to stand up and Santana being whipped, obliged; almost jumping off the bed. They stood there facing each other as the taller woman stepped forward, their eyes still staring directly at each other's. Santana felt warm hands snake their way behind her, turning her around, so now Brittany was facing her back. The blonde woman let her touch linger on the caramel skin in front of her; the backless dress gave her more access to the Latina's soft skin. Her touch was slow and Santana was aware that the blonde is dragging this out longer; she knew it drove her crazy with desire.
"Britt, just take it off, please." She pleaded; not even bothering to hide the desperation in her voice.
With one last kiss on the shorter woman's shoulder, Brittany expertly worked the zip and manoeuvred the dress off Santana; leaving them both half naked. The Latina couldn't wait for the blonde's next move; so she spun around; crashing her lips onto Brittany's; feeling the blonde moan into her mouth due to the unexpected contact. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing as they both end up on the bed; with Santana now in control.
Santana marvelled at the sight of Brittany's body under her. She couldn't help but feel that this is where she belongs—where they both belong. She wanted to kiss every inch of the blonde's figure possible; licking and sucking at the pale skin under her; marking her every now and again. She trailed kisses down her neck; onto the valley of her perfect breasts; eventually taking one nipple in her mouth; smiling against Brittany's skin when the blonde grab a hold of her hair; a gesture to urge her to keep going. While one hand was busy toying with the taller woman's nipple; the other snaked its way down a familiar path; they both gasped at the contact. Brittany moaned louder than usual and Santana knew well enough her ex girlfriend was, for the lack of a better word, ready.
She teased the blonde through the fabric of her lace panties, feeling the heat radiating from Brittany's core; which in turn gave her a similar tingling sensation in between her own legs. Her strokes were long and painfully slow, and it was obvious that Brittany was getting impatient as she kept meeting the brunette's strokes; looking for more friction.
"Goddamit, Santana. Just, please." Her voice was covered in sheer desperation and desire.
Santana slowly trailed kisses down her stomach; finally pushing the lace panties down the blonde's toned legs. She could smell the familiar scent and it drove her wild; she wanted to take Brittany there and then; her own arousal pooling in between her legs; but she wanted to savour this, to remember it.
"Say what you want me to do." The brunette teased even more; blowing lightly on to the bundle of nerves that made the blonde whimper in desire.
"Ugh, Santana, you know what I want." Brittany pleaded.
"I want to hear it, from you." She replied, gently kissing her inner thighs.
Brittany's mind was going all kinds of wild. She was going insane at the amount of teasing from the brunette's part. "I want to feel you, inside me."
Santana smirked at the blonde's surrender; and she obliged; lowering herself onto the jewel in front of her. She let her tongue rediscover Brittany's core; she wanted to taste her like it's the first time she went down on her.
"Oh God, San! Oh my—"Brittany exclaimed as she felt warm lips suck onto the part where she needed it the most. She knew how well the Latina knew her body; they've been doing this for years and it certainly felt great.
Santana ever so slightly dipped her tongue in the blonde's entrance as if she was testing the waters. It earned her a rightful moan from the other woman and so she continued; licking, sucking and dipping until she could feel her walls tighten around her tongue; her pale hands lost in her hair, pushing her forward asking for more.
"San, please, more!" Brittany shouted incoherently; sweat trickling down her forehead. "I need more."
Santana got the message and she trailed kisses back up to the blonde's lip; her tongue was immediately replaced by two expert fingers. Brittany's eyes opened wide at the intrusion but soon she matched the rhythm the Latina created. Two fingers pump in and out of the blonde's entrance; and her thumb was rubbing her clit at the same time. Santana looked at the sight in front of her and felt a tear escape from her eyes. She knew at that moment, this is where they both belong. She captured the blonde's lips once again and kissed her passionately while her hands still continued their work. She felt Brittany's inner walls clench her fingers and she knew the blonde was close.
"San, I'm so close, baby. Don't stop." Brittany breathed heavily; digging her nails into Santana's back. They both moaned at the same time.
"Come for me, B." Santana whispered into the blonde's ear; nibbling with her ear lobe.
"Oh God, baby—"
This sent the taller woman's body into ecstasy. Her whole body trembled in complete euphoria as she surrendered herself, once again to the Latina's touch. She held on tightly to Santana who was still pumping her digits in and out; rubbing her clit until she felt the shorter woman's body shiver with pleasure on top of her.
Santana collapsed on top of Brittany; both of them were still in complete awe of what just occurred. Neither of them dared to move; afraid that if they did; they'd wake up from the amazing dream that they just had. The brunette eventually moved off Brittany; realizing that if this was indeed a dream; it had to end one way or the other. To her surprise, Brittany was still very there; looking very tired and satiated. Santana snuggled closer to her ex lover—lover, whatever they were, and buried her head in the crook of the blonde's neck; inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume mixed with sweat. She felt the blonde's arms tighten around her as they pulled each other closer; limbs tangled on a bed of uncertainty. The Latina wanted to ask Brittany what this all meant but for now, she wanted to stay like this in her arms. No complications, just the two of them; breathing soundly next to each other; limbs intertwined. Tomorrow will eventually face them but that can wait.
Damn! Brittana sexytimes! YEAHH! What did you guys think? Also, what's next? Hmmm...