A/N: I'm back! First of all, I'm really sorry for not updating as soon as promised. I was so busy... with being sick, mom being at the hospital, with dance rehearsals, college council day and late night meetings, loads of school stuff, so on and so forth. so yeah. anyways, thank you so much for those who reviewed, faved and followed! as always, all of you are awesome :) so where was I...? haha. so i think this is it, the next chapter. I hope I won't disappoint you guys.
CHAPTER 17
"Britt! Brittany!" Santana called out loudly for the architect's name, running inside the huge house looking for the other woman, checking every place she could think of where the blonde could possibly be.
The moment she left the coffee shop where she met JP, she immediately drove off to Brittany's place. When she arrived at the lot and in front of the house, she didn't even get to park it in the garage properly before she turned her car off, got out and ran into the house, leaving her car outside.
"Brittany!" she called for the woman again, but no one was answering her apart from the silence that's engulfing the house and her loud voice echoing every time she calls out the blonde's name. Ugh! Where in the hell could she be? Oh yeah, I haven't checked her room yet. Way to go, Santana. Plain stupid.
Then she quickly ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time - curse you short legs!- , heading for the other woman's room. She was shaking, to say the least, afraid of what she might see the moment she'd get there. When she reached the door of the said room, she stopped for a moment and breathed in and out deeply. You can do this, Lopez. It's not the right time for you to chicken out now. You're getting there, heck, you're already here. So... NO. BACKING. DOWN. With shaking hands, she reached for the door knob, slowly twisting it and checking if it was locked or not, and fortunately for her, it isn't. She slowly pushed the door open. The moment it opened, the strong smell of alcohol hit her nose and she couldn't help but scrunch her nose up because of it. She looked around the room, seeing bottles and cans of beers and alcoholic drinks scattered around the carpeted floor and everywhere in the room. Then when she lifted up her eyes, looking at the bed, there lying face flat on the bed was the blue-eyed blonde that she loves so much. Obviously, with all the cans and bottles she saw earlier, the architect was definitely very drunk.
She quietly walked towards the bed, sat down at the edge nearest to the blonde and softly removed those golden locks covering that gorgeous pale face. Her touches were so soft and light, afraid that she would wake her up even though she knows that it's not possible because of how drunk this woman is. The brunette grimaced as she saw her face and when the strong alcohol smell coming from the blonde hit her nose. She shook her head and sighed. She never drank this much. I know she doesn't drink this much.
"Britt..." she softly called. The architect really does seem like she's really drunk. The Latina knows that the other woman won't wake up any moment from now. She sighed when she felt and noticed that the other woman was sweating, damp blonde locks sticking on wet pale forehead and the thin top she was wearing was also a little bit wet from sweat, sticking on her pale skin. Ah, this woman... if she can't change her clothes now, she would definitely get sick.
She scooted closer to the blonde, slowly turning her so that she was lying flat on her back on the bed. The brunette was feeling nervous and she could feel her hands slightly shaking as she held onto the hem of the bottom of the blonde's thin top. She doesn't know why she was feeling nervous right now because heck, she'd seen the tall blonde in her underwear before when they were younger and she knows about Britt's junior but she's not fazed or bothered by that. Also, not to mention that the younger Brittany was definitely hot because of all the training and exercises she did when she used to play volleyball and dancing at the same time. Then, deciding that she doesn't want the woman to get sick, she slowly pulled the thin top upwards and revealing the pale bare torso. The brunette kept herself from gasping and her breath was definitely caught in her throat when she saw how toned the blonde still is. Those abs... Oh, control yourself, Lopez! Shaking her head, she finally removed the top off, leaving the drunk blonde on her bra and sweatpants. She was fighting with her inner self, deciding if she still needs to take the sweatpants off or not.
No. No. No... You don't have to do that, Santana.
But, god, she's so sexy, gorgeous, beautiful... breath-taking.
Nope, Lopez. Yes, she's all that and even more but you have to take care of her right now. So get your mind off of the gutter and do what you have to do.
Red plump lips can't help but quirk into a small smile, thinking that this woman could totally make her think, say and do a lot of things that she never expected herself to do. She went out of the room to find a small plastic basin, filled it with warm water, and a small face towel so she could use it to wipe and clean the sweat and smell off the blonde and it would totally make her feel better. The Latina started to softly wipe exposed pale skin, from the other woman's body to her beautiful face. She stood up, setting the basin and towel aside, and walked towards the walk-in closet to grab a shirt. She walked back to the bed, putting the shirt on the bedside table for the sleeping woman to grab the moment she wakes up, and the Latina slowly moved the blonde so that she was lying on the right position before lifting the comforter up, covering the blonde's body up, tucking it under the pale woman's chin. Then, she moved to adjust the coldness of the air conditioner of the room into the right temperature, which is just enough to cool the bedroom.
Not a moment later, when she was trying to clean up the room as much as she can, she heard the blonde moaning and mumbling, saying nothing but her name. She can't help it and she let herself tear up when she heard the woman's soft, sweet muffled voice. Her heart felt heavy upon seeing and hearing Brittany being like this. She'd been through a lot, more than what the writer imagined, and she definitely sacrificed a lot for her and she doesn't know how to make it up to the architect. After listening to JP, she really can't help herself but to feel like this. She really feels bad for turning down every chance when the older blonde would try and explain things to her. She feels so bad for not listening, and instead, suggesting that they would start anew without clearing up the past. She slowly wiped her own tears that feel from her glossy brown eyes down to her tan cheeks. She walked back to the bed and sat beside the sleeping woman.
"I'm sorry, Brittany. I'm really sorry. I love you. I love you so much and I never ever did stop loving you even if I thought I did, but that's where I was so wrong because I didn't and I can't. I love you so much," she said, her raspy voice almost as soft and quiet as a whisper. She slowly and softly ran her tan fingers through long, soft blonde locks. She bent down slightly, red plump lips met pink thin ones for a soft, sweet kiss, and she gave the blonde feather-light kisses all over her face before fixing the comforter that was covering the woman on the bed and the stood up, walking over the mess she was cleaning up earlier. She was a bit surprised to see the complete set of all her published books on the architect's bookshelf in the room, but she clearly wasn't really shocked by it. Even this photo of her that was placed at a certain corner of the room, which can only be seen if the one's looking at the picture was lying on the bed, really caught her attention. This woman sure is an architect and definitely a great one in her field if she thought of these ideas herself.
After fixing and cleaning the room, she decided to sit on a single-seater sofa, stretching her body before sitting down, and busied herself with the blonde's photo album looking at random pictures of the woman and the people in the woman's life before she felt herself being drawn and pulled towards dreamland.
She was woken up by the feeling of a comforter being draped and wrapped on her slowly. She didn't really know when she actually fell asleep. The brunette can't really blame herself because she also had a couple of sleepless night, staying up late because all she could ever think about was Brittany. That's why no matter how much her body demands her to get some sleep and rest, she can't really do it because the blonde, and her mind was now totally up. And how could she even fall back to sleep again wherein she could totally feel that someone was staring at her, burning a whole through her, even though she had her brown eyes closed? She was just this good in feeling her surroundings.
She decided to open her eyes, so brown eyes slowly moved and blinked open. The moment she opened her eyes, she was faced with Brittany's face and piercing blue eyes that was full of emotion.
"B-Britt..." she croaked out, not knowing what to say or where to start and tell the other woman about what she knew.
She gasped when strong pale hands pulled her up, long pale arms wrapping tightly around her. She was surprised with what the other woman did.
"You're here... San, god, you're really here," the blonde said in a hoarse voice, shock could be heard in her voice.
Tan arms moved to wrap the tall woman's slender body, hugging her back, which also caught the architect off guard.
"S-Santana..."
"I'm sorry, Britt. I'm so sorry..." At this point, the brunette couldn't hold it back anymore. She gripped the blonde's shirt tightly, burying her face on the crook of the pale neck and she started to sob, letting her tears fall. "I never really stopped loving you. I got so mad before and I'm still mad, more of like mad at myself, because I love you so much. Very, very much that it actually hurts."
"I'm so sorry, babe. About what happened-"
"I already know, Britt," the Latina cut her off. "JP told me about it." The blonde slightly pulled back from the hug to cup tan cheeks with her pale hands, her thumb softly running on the smooth skin of the brunette. Sparkling blue eyes looked at smokey brown ones with a hint of slight confusion.
"JP? She knew?" The architect asked softly, quite not believing that her younger sister knew after all this time. "How did she know? I'm sure that it was only between me and Grandpa Lopez." Pale thumb wiped the tears that keep on falling down on tan cheeks and she softly kissed the red puffy eyes of the shorter woman.
"You will be surprised if ever she'll tell you about how she knew, Britt-Britt." Then the brunette invited the taller woman to move to the bed for them to sit down. Well, they have to because they still have a lot to talk about, a lot of questions to be asked and answered.
"Just a minute, love. I've been wanting to kiss you so bad ever since I woke up earlier and I saw you there sleeping on the sofa. I thought I was just dreaming... hallucinating."
"Why don't you kiss me then, hmm?" the Latina playfully teased, smirking at the blonde.
The architects brow slightly furrowed, a small pout forming on her pink thin lips. "I smell bad, San. My breath stinks... morning breath-slash-alcohol-like stink. Just, uh, just wait a minute, babe. I'll be back." Not waiting for a response, she ran towards the bathroom as fast as she could.
Santana can't help but to chuckle when the other woman was back again not too long after she left, panting in front of her because of the running she did. Then brown eyes traveled down to the pale woman's body, only to notice that she still doesn't have a shirt on. She shook her head from side to side. "Put a shirt on, Britt."
The blonde tilted her head to the side like usually did, golden locks falling and following the movement, her hands moved to rest on her bare waist, while blue eyes looking intently at brown ones. "Why, San? Don't you like me body anymore? or well, is my body distracting you? If I know, you've been drooling over my body since last night. I can't blame you though, you know. I'm not that thin like I used to be, I'm more toned than ever..." she trailed off, her voice teasing.
"Of course not!" The brunette exclaimed, though she could feel her cheeks were burning and she can't hide the fact that she was flustered. Well, the blonde doesn't have to know what I did. Brown eyes looked up to meet blue ones, and when she did, she saw a playful glint on those sparkling eyes.
"And, oh... San? Why didn't you remove my sweatpants, hmm?" the blonde teased even more.
"Briiitt!" she whined, telling the other woman to stop teasing her. She feels uneasy and at the same time giddy with all this teasing. Even though she spent her more or less 16 or 17 years of her life living in New York and the other 10 years growing up in Puerto Rico, the values and proper ways her grandparents and parents taught her still remains in her because that's what she grew up with.
She gulped when she saw how instense those blue eyes were while staring at her and as the blonde was moving slowly, closing the distance between their bodies until they were flushed against each other, pale skin mixing with tan ones. Pale arms moved to wrap around her slim waist, pulling her closer. She moved her tan arms, resting them on the taller woman's shoulder. Brown eyes closed when the taller woman slowly leaned in, pink thin lips meeting red plump ones. The brunette moved her hands to the blonde's neck and her other hand to the back of the other woman's head, tangling her fingers with soft golden locks. This time, she removed and forgot about the walls she built, the reasons why she was holding back. Red plump lips moved to respond to the kiss. The writer kissed the architect, her lover and the only woman she loved and still loves, with all the love and passion she has as if there was no tomorrow. When they parted, both of them were panting trying to catch their breaths.
"I love you," the blonde said softly, looking directly at the brunette's eyes. So soft that it sounded like it was only for the both of them to hear, though it was obvious that they were alone in the house, let alone in that room. She said those words with full of emotions - love, adoration, passion, so one and so forth. The Latina's breath was caught in her throat when she saw the tears forming at the corner of those sparkling blue eyes that she loves so dearly.
"Oh, Britt..." the brunette said with tears - so so so happy tears - falling from her eyes and pulled the blonde for another sweet and passionate kiss.
A/N: Okay, I was supposed to finish and post this last night... but I fell asleep while I was typing so it's totally my fault. lol. anyways, there you have it :) Sexy times coming up! tell me what you want to happen on that one. suggestions! suggestions! hihi. oh, so what do you think about this chapter? hope you liked it :) 'til the next update y'all!