So last chapter's reviews were killer. There were quite a few cold showers taken. Hopefully this chapter can do it again. ;) There is one more part to this short story. Like the others, it will be another 3 chapter installment and then there will be a finale sort of piece. So I'm planning for four more chapters. Thanks for reading!.
Is it a Crime?
2.3 Oops
"Uh-"
Tell you what I did last night
"Mmm."
"Fuck."
"In here?"
"Right-" Her voice hitched. "-there."
"Not what I asked." The voice playfully responded. Lips were pressed against heated skin.
"Just-a-second." Santana's body arched against the wall for the second time since they had left the Cage from the back exit. She had lost count how many times Brittany's fingers had sent her over the edge. "Fuck." She was panting heavily. Gentle, but confident fingers brushed sticky hair from her face. Santana glanced up with a smile. Brittany's other hand slowly withdrew from between the singer's legs, but lingered around Santana's inner thigh. The officer flashed her a knowing and mischievous smirk. Bright blue eyes smoldered as she raised her fingers to her lips. Delicately, she brushed the soft and moist pads of her fore finger and middle finger across her bottom lip.
Santana's eyes were plastered to her cop's fingers. Her panting somehow increased even though Brittany was no longer rocking into her body.
Slowly with a succulent pop, each finger ran along the officer's tongue. Those blue eyes expressed explicit vows without ever saying the words. And Santana knew that Brittany was promising to make her call out her name all night long. With each lick and sweet smack of those lips, Santana's mind envisioned blonde hair bobbing between her legs and the amazing things that tongue could do if put to use at other places on Santana's body.
As if connected by a line, Santana leaned into Brittany even further each time she pushed her fingers deeper into her mouth. Unable to resist the tease any more, Santana wrapped her fingers, one digit at a time, around Brittany's wrist. With the slightest flick of her wrist, the singer extracted those damp fingers from Brittany's lips. Santana's eyes lowered and focused her query.
With the same excruciating patience, Santana plump lips parted just enough for Britt to feel every part of her finger making contact with Santana's mouth.
When Brittany moaned, Santana's whole body curled. She sucked the second finger into her mouth. Brittany tasted better than any girl Santana could remember. She tasted salty with a bit of alcohol. Santana didn't mind the lingering taste of herself and relished the knowledge these fingers would find a way to explore every inch of her body.
Britt couldn't move. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. All she could feel was Santana's mouth around her fingers. The blonde leaned in closer and asked. "So where are you taking me?"
"Jesus." Santana's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she slowly allowed herself to relax for the first time since she had seen Brittany walk into the Ark. Right. They couldn't spend the entire night fucking around the Ark. Puckerman would kill her. Her dark eyes adjusted to the light of the hallway for the first time since she had dragged Brittany from the dance floor of the Cage. She looked back to those waiting blue eyes. "Out of here."
"Like out out?"
"Yeah." The tip of Santana's tongue had a dirty habit of resting on her bottom lip. Brittany was growing increasingly distracted. It was hard to look anywhere else. "Would you like that? Or does a girl have to have a record before you take her anywhere?"
Fuck.
Brittany's brain fizzled and her eyes were glued to Santana's mouth making love to that bottom lip. The officer wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and take Santana's mouth once again. But Santana was demanding focus elsewhere. Somewhere, where voyeuristic eyes didn't have to watch as Brittany plunged her fingers in and out of the singer – where they could ravish each other on something softer than cage bars or cement walls. Not that Brittany hadn't enjoyed the rough ride so far. "Are you telling me you're not clean?"
"I don't know, officer…" Santana smirked as she pulled Brittany backward down the hallway. "How many times did you touch yourself reading my file? Find anything interesting to look at?"
Fuck.
…again.
"Nothing that compares to the real thing." This woman! Holy shit. Brittany's heart was hammering. Her palms were sweaty and her eyes couldn't stop roving over those lips. She was going to get in so much trouble if the captain ever found out. Sue would kill her. Like literally kill her. But Santana was all the officer could think about. Santana had been in her every dream, in her every thought, and when she closed her eyes, Brittany could hear her voice singing to her. How was she just supposed to ignore this feeling?
Captain Sylvester would understand. Right?
Before she actually grimaced at the answer to that question, she felt fingers threading between her own. Britt's eyes dropped down. Santana was smiling. "Let me get my stuff first and we can get out of here."
"Sure. I'll follow you." The blonde allowed herself to be led through the back hallways of the Ark once again by Santana. Like last time, Brittany couldn't keep her eyes from the brunette. There were more than a few times, she wanted to stop all the foolish jogging and just push her up against the wall once again. But Santana seemed insistent on getting out of the club and Brittany never wanted to see the singer upset.
This time when Santana rounded the corner to the dressing rooms, she didn't pause. She pushed open the door and ushered the cop inside with her. Brittany couldn't help it as a great smile spread across her face. She glanced around and quickly realized this wasn't nearly a good enough room for a singer of Santana's talent and caliber. The blonde glanced around and saw pictures of Santana as a young girl on the mirror and other, more recent ones. There was another mirror with pictures that didn't look like they belonged to Santana.
She reached out to touch one, but something shifted in the mirror directly behind her.
"Mercedes!" Brittany yelled in excitement at the figure.
"Mercedes?" The woman turned around and Brittany could see she made a mistake. A terrible mistake. This woman was most certainly not Mercedes. But like Mercedes, she looked fierce and ready to pounce. "Who and what are you doing in here?"
"Nique?" Santana turned around from the closet.
"Santana." Unique stepped out into the light with an iron in her hands and a look on her face. "What the fuck are you doing here? You've got the Cage."
"Yeah I know. Do me a favor…I am taking care of something right now. So could you do my sets for the rest of the night?" Santana batted her eyes and smiled.
Unique glanced from Brittany to Santana a few times before she flipped her hair back with a scary amount of attitude. And even though Brittany stood the entire distance of the room away, she still felt the need to take a step back. "I know wigs, Tana. And that is a wig." She pointed to Brittany's head. Brittany touched her wig and made a noise of indignation in its defense. This was the best Cher wig at the Halloween store. "Which means she's blonde and I know exactly what's got you all busy. So you aren't fooling anyone."
Why was she so bad at disguises? Brittany's mouth dropped into a confused frown. She looked to Santana. Was this bad that everyone knew she was wearing a wig?
"Let it go, Unique." Santana rolled her eyes. "I said you could do my next set. You should be thrilled."
"Uh-huh. Whatever, honey." Unique shook the iron in her hands. "I know exactly what you're off to do – or should I say who. Don't get caught sneaking out. Puckerman's men are all jittery today."
Santana didn't say anything. She knew they were anxious, but she also knew that they would let her pass especially since she was on Puck's time right now. Unique took the iron with her and left the room. Not a second passed before the actual Mercedes appeared at the door way. Santana groaned.
"Mercedes!" Brittany exclaimed again, happy that she had accurately identified Santana's friend from the last night she had been at the Ark.
"Where the fuck did you go?" Mercedes started to say and then caught sight of Brittany at her vanity mirror. "Oh no. You did not."
"Cedes…"
"Take it off." Mercedes pointed at the officer. At the same time she slammed the door to the dressing room shut so there would be no more interruptions or unwanted intruders.
Confused, Brittany wasn't sure what Mercedes wanted her to take off. But Mercedes had said it with such authority that Brittany felt it was imperative to obey her right away. So she reached back for the zipper of her skirt. Maybe Mercedes was going to help her with a better disguise? Brittany started to pull down her skirt. "Okay…" She said with a shrug. "Like this?"
Mercedes' eyes snapped back to the undercover cop who was starting to undress. "What the fuck you doing, girl?!"
"You said take it off!" Brittany cried in defense and quickly pulled the zipper back up. "So I was taking it off!"
"Put it on! Put it on!" Mercedes yelled back and pointed at her with her thumb as she glanced to Santana.
The singer's tongue was back to rimming her bottom lip. Lust and wanton desire had completely darkened her eyes. She ignored Mercedes and said in that sexy voice Brittany couldn't get enough of, "No, you can keep taking it off."
"Santana!" Still no response. "Hot blonde thing! I meant your wig. The wig! Take that off cause I know that's you!"
"Oooooh." Brittany blushed a little and laughed nervously. "Right. I just thought cause you said take it off that you meant you know…" She pulled the Cher wig down. "Yeah, it's me."
"You thought what? What kind of undercover did you say you worked?"
"Um, none?" Britt shrugged with the wig in her hand. "But I'm really happy to see you again since I only know like three people here and you're one of them."
"Uh-huh." Mercedes kept looking from Brittany's rambling nonsense back to Santana's hungry eyes. It was crazy, but Mercedes was pretty sure the more Britt rambled the more Santana resembled a famished predator. Damn this shit was turning her on! Seriously, Mercedes had seen Santana pick a girl out, but she had never seen her best friend look at any woman like she was looking at Brittany. This was really getting her off. What the fuck! "Yo! Pez! Please take your head out of fake-cop's legs for a second and look at me!"
"But I'm a real cop…" Brittany whispered already knowing that Mercedes was once again not really paying her any attention.
"Fine!" Santana finally tore her eyes away from Brittany, but it was so hard to do. "What?"
"Number one: Not cool leaving me not only in the middle of a set, but in the middle of a fucking song! Not cool. Seriously. Number two: What the fuck are you still doing here?" Mercedes glanced to Brittany who was listening to their conversation with general curiosity. "You need to bounce. You got places to be."
Santana knew exactly what Cedes was talking about and she was grateful her friend chose not to mention them right out loud. She needed to get to Puckerman's pad or she wouldn't be making a very good alibi for him.
"I was heading there right now."
"Well get there soon cause Beast was unleashed and that means you're on everyone's radar. Either you get to the pad now or they are going to force you to get there."
"I get it." Santana growled. The look on Brittany's face was one of concern. "Anything else mom?"
Cedes rolled her eyes and glanced back to the cop. "This is seriously happening? She's a cop. We've established this and it's still happening?"
"I do what I want." Santana said like a fifteen year-old.
Mercedes responded in kind. "Fine. Your choice. Just use protection and have fun! I don't wanna hear that you got knocked up or some shit like that."
"Thanks, mom. I'll make sure I don't get preggers." Santana rolled her eyes in the same way Mercedes had done a few seconds ago. "Are you done with the lecture?"
"Yeah. You crazy kids get out of here."
"Should I put the wig back on?" Brittany innocently asked.
"Ugh. Are you sure she's for real?"
Brittany was readjusting the wig and walked out of the dressing room. As Santana followed after her, she couldn't resist whispering to Mercedes with smirk. "Trust me, Cedes, when she's got her hands all over me, I'm not sure she's real either."
Mercedes closed the door to the dressing room with another groan. Pleased with herself, Santana's smirk only grew bolder as she looked Brittany up and down once more. Fuck. Puck could do whatever he wanted tonight as long as she got to have the blonde to herself. The wig on her head was askew and her skirt was just a little messed up and hung from her hips unevenly. Not surprisingly, the more disheveled Brittany looked, the hotter Santana's body grew. Brittany glanced up with a smile of her own.
Santana didn't know why that smile made her heart beat even faster. Sure, Brittany was doing all sorts of things to her body. But the flush in her cheeks and the way she sucked in an extra breath, Santana wasn't sure if it was just a physical reaction.
"Can we go now?"
"Yeah." Santana nodded.
But before either girl could take another step, one of Puckerman's guards popped out of the shadows. The gun in his hand was pointed directly at Brittany. "Hold it! You're the fucking cop from the other night."
Gripped instantly by fear, Santana almost cried out for help. But the words stuck fast in her throat. Her mouth dropped in complete disbelief as Brittany's body fluidly maneuvered away from the pointed gun. It was over in the blink of an eye, but Santana saw the cop move through a thousand different motions within that spilt second with ease and precision. The life threatening moment was ended as Brittany step-sided his body. Her arm came up under the forearm of the hand holding the pistol. Unprepared, his arm flew up. The element of surprise gave Brittany the advantage. She disarmed him without trouble before her other hand hit him square in the face and then again. Finally, she threw her whole body into his. He slammed against the cement, his head cracked on the hard surface before he slumped unconscious down the length of the wall.
"Holy shit." Santana's jaw still wasn't properly moving. Words were hard to come by. "How did-how did you do that? You completely wrecked him. I mean- your hands were so fast. How?"
Brittany smiled and pushed back some of her hair that had been dislodged from the brief moment of fighting. "I said I was good with my hands."
"Yeah, I remember you saying they were magical, but I thought you were talking about…" Santana blushed once again. What was this woman doing to her? Whatever it was, it was making her all sorts of horny mixed with amazement mixed with wanting to squeeze the cuteness right out of Brittany's body. "You know…"
"Magic hands." Brittany loved the red tinges in Santana's cheeks, even if they were barely visible. She wiggled her fingers as if to help demonstrate how magical they were.
The way Brittany wiggled those fingers in that combination of adorable-ness and seductress was almost too much. Santana started to laugh. She was just being an idiot, the songstress told herself, but it did little to stop her from giggling. Tempted to roll her eyes at herself, Santana's smile only increased as her Knight-in-Cher-Wig-Armor proceeded to unload all the bullets from the gun on the ground. Then when Brittany was done being sexy cop, she held out her hand for Santana to take.
"Let's get out of here."
"Finally."
Tell you what I did last night
The key turned to the pent house suite of some fancy place, but Brittany had hardly paid any attention. Since leaving the Ark, they had taken a limo and drove up to some swank pad and entered through the back door. They crossed stairs and Santana nodded to men in suits after instructing Brittany to keep her head down and pretend that she was hammered. Brittany had willingly followed the singer down every back hallway and secret door. All of it led up to Santana sliding the key into that tiny hole.
Brittany couldn't bother with the suite. In the back of her mind, she must have realized this place was about as classy as it got.
Santana didn't let her eyes linger on the pad for long.
She was moving quickly around furniture without looking as she walked backward. Brittany's eyes were drawn to the slender finger crooked in her direction. Like a nymph or a mythical creature from all those stories, Santana beckoned Brittany to follow her. Drawn by her summons, Brittany would never dare to deny this beauty.
"Is this your place?"
"Something like that." Santana cooed and brushed off the question. She was too occupied. Too charged to care for small talk. Small talk had been when they eye fucked each other in the Ark. Small talk had been when Santana had cried out Brittany's name in the middle of the Cage. Small talk was over. Santana wanted big talk. She wanted Brittany in every way.
"So you rent it?" Brittany stepped around a couch.
"Shut up and come here." Santana whispered with a devilish tint in her eyes.
Brittany took the hint. The blonde stopped looking around. She totally got what Santana wanted because it was the same thing she wanted.
Without turning, Santana twisted the doorknob to the master bedroom behind her back. The door slipped open to reveal a rather large bed complete with backboard, a couch, a walk in closet, a stereo system, and other things. It was the nicest bedroom Britt had ever seen.
"Shit."
Santana took advantage of Brittany's momentary distraction.
Tell you what I did last night
"Uh-uh." Santana's mouth covered Brittany's ear. Her hair had been pulled back and out of the way so the singer could have complete access to every inch of her skin. "Hold still, officer, or I'll have to frisk you again."
"Fuck." Britt's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the same time her hips rolled up trying to create needed friction between their bodies. But Santana gracefully pulled up so the cop's ministrations were in vain.
"God, you're so beautiful." Santana husked. The Cher wig had been discarded to the floor. Santana had completely taken the officer by surprise when she opened the door to the master bedroom. In a matter of moments, the brunette had shoved her up against the wall. Her hand between her legs found the black strap around Brittany's upper thigh. With a smirk, Santana had grasped the black strap expecting to find the officer's firearm, but what she found was much better.
Much better.
So much fucking better.
The rattle above her head and the ensuing cold metal around her wrists sent another jolt of pleasure through her body.
Santana had confiscated the handcuffs Brittany had wrapped in the black strap around her thigh. The officer put up no resistance. Thus, her compromising new position on the bed. Her bare arms were above her head and the cuffs had been slapped around her wrists so she wouldn't be able to use her hands.
Naked.
Completely naked and stripped down except for the police issued black strap around her upper thigh. For some reason, Santana had purposely kept that on.
Britt had always been confident in her body, but with Santana's hungry eyes drinking in every inch of her, the blonde couldn't help herself. She pressed her ass into the mattress of the bed so her back would arch. Santana pulled back just enough so Brittany's chest could rise. Her naked breasts thrust into the air demanding attention.
"Please." The officer moaned.
"You've had your fun with me all night. Now it's my turn." Santana's thighs clenched around Brittany's hips as if to remind them both who was on top now. Without fail, Santana was always the top. But every time Santana had even tried to gain the upper hand at the Ark, Brittany had been faster and forceful. Not that she had wanted to fight the officer because the things Brittany had done to her body had been ethereal. So what if it took actual handcuffs to finally get the officer under her?
The cuffs rattled again against the metal rails of the back board to the bed.
Brittany might not have been the best at undercover or disguises or police work, but she was good at women. Very good and it wasn't hard to see the hunger in Santana's eyes or the way the singer relished being on top. Britt also figured Santana wasn't used to losing control to another woman. Spurred on by Santana's boldness, Brittany flashed her a toothy grin and asked. "You like this?" Santana sank her teeth slowly into the base of Brittany's neck in response. The officer's hips bucked. Her head tossed to the opposite side to allow Santana more room to work. Her body was tingling all over and the sharp sensation coupled with intense pleasure. She needed more. "Do it again." Brittany gasped and shook her torso and eyed up her own breasts.
Even with Brittany chained and cuffed to the bed, Santana still couldn't believe the blonde was still setting the pace. With only a few words, Santana was once again obeying and bending to Brittany's will. Her teeth withdrew from the soft flesh of Brittany's neck and kissed down her collarbone. She tasted like sex. She tasted like sweat. She tasted like dancing. It was fucking intoxicating. Her mouth reached the valley between Brittany's breasts. Here, she lingered. This was the first real time Santana had the opportunity to explore the other woman and she wanted to savor every delicious inch of the officer.
Anxious for more, Brittany's voice hitched as Santana's hands slid up her tits. Her mouth kissed around her breasts right where the skin raised and her sensitive tissue collected. Brittany's moans increased. Her hips rocked up into the straddling Santana, but the motion only served to increase her frustrations. Loving the tortured look on Brittany's face, Santana's lips pressed against the underside of Brittany's breast. The cuffs rattled and the officer's eyes shut tight right as Santana's mouth closed around her hard nipple. Her tongue rimmed around her areola with skill and experience. And her teeth scrapped along her sensitive nub.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Brittany panted. Her hips were thrusting rhythmically against Santana so hard, the singer had to use her other hand to push between their bodies. Santana undid the zipper of her skirt and quickly tossed it from her body. She hadn't been wearing anything in the club. So her fingers quickly connected with her glistening core. Brittany glanced down to see the singer touching herself. "Fuck!" She hissed and yanked at the handcuffs keeping her from grabbing Santana. She wanted nothing more than to flip Santana over and be the fingers that were diving in and out of her pussy.
But she was still handcuffed and Santana was enjoying every second of it.
She pulled back even further.
And she took her time. Her finger slipped in and out in the exact same time Brittany's hips thrust into the air. Every time Brittany pushed herself off the mattress, Santana's hips would roll and her lips swallowed her dripping wet finger. Over and over again.
Brittany struggled against the cuffs harder and harder. Like Santana, Brittany was rarely bottom, and delighted to be the one to make a woman scream. But fuck. No one had ever done anything like this to her before. Or with such authority. Santana was like a wild woman. Her dark hair was messed up from all the playing they had done at the cage. She had discarded the rest of her clothing and her breasts were bouncing with every time she moved.
And fuck she loved to move.
It wasn't just her hips, but her ass rolled forward just as hard as her shoulders rolled back. Her dark eyes were riveting. Brittany watched as Santana played with herself. Her thumb and fingers were working her up. The way Santana's breathing was getting shorter and shorter meant she was so close. Brittany needed to be the one to get her there, but Santana obstinately refused to release her from the cuffs.
Santana's right hand which had been caressing and pulling at Brittany's mid section ran up the length of her naked body. Brittany's pussy clenched hard and started to throb as Santana's kneaded her own breasts.
"Something a matter, officer?" Santana playfully questioned her prisoner. "You look like you could be in pain. Maybe I can do something to make you feel better?"
The brunette shifted between Brittany's spread legs. Her body easily slid down until her mouth was at the level of Brittany's hip. Brittany pulled her torso up so she could watch with barely contained anticipation as Santana kissed her defined hip bones one at a time. Once again her teeth dragged and her nails created red lines down the outside of her thighs. But Santana's right hand lingered on the black holster that had been hiding underneath Britt's skirt and contained her now confiscated handcuffs.
Santana's fingers wound around the edges of the strap and her fingers played with the hooks which would have held either a small handgun or hand cuffs. "Fuck." Was all Brittany could say in response.
That was all Santana wanted.
Slowly, she lowered her head even further. Santana flipped her hair back so she'd have no obstructions.
"Fuck you are the biggest tease ever." Britt growled. The handcuffs slapped even hard at the metal above her head.
"Patience." Santana murmured. The vibrations of the word started at Brittany's lips and reverberated through the officer's core and spread through her body. Santana's voice did things to her body that Brittany could hardly explain.
Brittany barely opened her eyes to see Santana's head duck completely between her thighs before she threw her head back. Hot breath whisked over wet folds. Her hips jerked, but Santana's hold on her thighs kept her pressed against the soft mattress.
Fuck. This time Brittany wasn't sure if she actually said the word or if her moans and gasps of pleasure had swallowed it. Hot. She was burning up. And it was because of Santana's mouth. Her tongue ran up and down the inside of her thighs. Nails dragged and teeth nipped. But Santana still didn't give Brittany what she desperately needed.
Please. Again, she was unsure if her songstress heard her pleas, but the quick glance of dark eyes from between her legs seemed to indicate Santana heard every petition the officer made for release. Santana's mouth again and her tongue licked Brittany straight up her center. This time not even the added pressure from Santana's hands could stop Britt from bucking at the contact. She hissed as Santana's tongue lapped at her wet core.
San-tana. Whether Santana heard her or not was irrelevant. Brittany couldn't see straight, much less think straight. Pulling against the constraints above her head, the blonde gripped at the bars of the mattress as a means to steady herself, but nothing helped. Her hips twisted and her thighs wrapped around the back of Santana's head since she couldn't run her fingers through the singer's thick hair like she wanted to.
Santana groaned at the feel of Brittany's strong legs wrapped around her and spurring her on. Her finger shoved through the hoops of the thigh strap violently. Santana yanked at the strap and gripped it hard. Connected to Brittany's leg, Santana was able to use the strap to help Brittany ride her mouth. Setting the pace to Brittany's hips, the blonde rolled into Santana's mouth as the singer rhythmically pulled at the strap. Brittany tried to buck her hips for more, but Santana was relentless. She pushed and pulled at the exact same tempo to prolong Brittany's pleasure.
Just when Britt didn't think she could handle anymore, she was gasping and moaning for air. Her back arched completely off the mattress and her hands grasped at the bars connected to the hand cuffs. She was yelling Santana's name over and over again. Her hips were rocking with abandon, but Santana didn't stop. Eagerly, the singer lapped at her dripping pussy as Brittany came again and again.
After many long minutes, Brittany untangled her legs from Santana's head. The singer emerged with a smirk on her face and licking at her lips with satisfaction. She did appear disappointed though as she unhooked her fingers from the strap around Brittany's thigh. "I really like that thing."
"I don't think that's what they had in mind when they issued that to me."
"Yeah, but I think it definitely got some good use." Santana pushed back her hair from her face with a sigh. Somehow she was once again straddling the police officer. "So tell me you've got some keys in here."
Britt still wasn't recovered. There were still stars in her eyes and her pussy was still tingling, but Santana was once again giving her attention. So it was hard to ignore a woman like that. Britt opened her eyes to the most beautiful sight. Like damn. She still wasn't sure this whole night was real.
Santana's question though brought her back from her inner thoughts. The police officer shrugged with a smirk. "Don't need any."
A small click.
Santana's jaw dropped from the second time that night. The cuffs unlocked and detached without any help or a key. Brittany sat up and rubbed at her raw wrists for a second with a secretive smile daring Santana to ask her how she escaped without a key. "How-did you do that?"
"Magic hands." Brittany said. Her eyes were twinkling in the dim light of the bedroom.
"Magic hands? You've got to be kidding me!"
"No joke. Maybe next time you'll let me use them when you're between my legs. And I can show you just how magical they can be."
Santana glanced to the hand cuffs to Brittany's smirk and then to Cher wig on the floor before returning to those bright blue eyes. How could this woman be the same woman who couldn't even work an undercover mission without losing her partner and getting chased down by Puckerman's thugs? It just didn't seem possible! And not only that, but she was funny and charming and a fucking hell of a partner in bed. Like damn for real.
Santana rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth tilted up in a smile reserved only for the blonde. "And what makes you think there's going to be another time?"
"I can leave if you really want me to." Brittany deadpanned and sat up from the bed. She started to push the covers away from her body. But Santana was having none of it. The singer pounced from the end of the bed onto Brittany's naked body and tackled her back into the mattress. They both laughed and pretended to struggle against each other. Normally, Santana would have kicked the girl out or left for the other bed room in the master suite, but for some reason she couldn't keep her hands, or her eyes off the officer.
She told herself it was just because of the danger. It was a thrill to be sleeping with a police officer when she knew Brittany should have been the last person she should be taking to bed.
That's what she kept telling herself.
Even as she moaned into another prolonged kiss.
"You're not going anywhere. Not tonight." Santana's voice cracked at the feel of Brittany's lips on the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes. Her hands wrapped around the back of Brittany's head and then sank back into the covers together.
There was supposed to be plot in this chapter somewhere…
Ooops. ;) Maybe next time. Hahaha
I swear I am working on Sirens! I'm already hard at work on chapter 24. I told you IIAC would be a fast update!:D Thanks again for all the reviews!