Fills in this chapter: Morning sex, shower sex, public/school sex. As always LOTS OF CUM.
She woke up with a heavy weight on top of her and a pinching in her lower back. Nothing a good stretch couldn't fix. She hummed, wrapping her arms around a slim waist that rested flush against her. As her senses woke up she remembered her weekend and how she'd ended up being a full body pillow that Brittany was lying on top of, breathing deeply against her neck.
Her smile stretched as her fingers danced across the small sliver of skin where Brittany's sleep shirt had ridden up. She had never slept this good in her life and it wasn't from all the mind blowing marathon sex they'd had all weekend; it was having Brittany safe in her arms. Thinking about keeping Brittany safe led her thoughts to drift towards the school week they faced. What the hell was she going to do with dumber and dumb ass?
Her smile slipped a bit, fighting back a sigh at the lack of creative ideas in her head. The only thing she could really focus on was the goddess wrapped around her. Brittany's breathing shifted against her neck so she let her fingers tickle up the dip of Brittany's spine, hands slipping underneath Brittany's shirt and feeling the heat radiating from smooth skin. Brittany hummed against her and puckered her lips dropping a few soft kisses against her neck. Her smile returned just as wide as a minute ago.
Brittany pulled back, stretched and popped her joints. She groaned a bit before collapsing back on top of Santana's warm inviting embrace. Brittany's legs dropped from lying on top of hers to the sides of her waist, effectively straddling her. Brittany shot her that seductive smile then ground down on her semi hard member.
She moaned at the friction from Brittany's movements and felt herself immediately respond. "What time is it?" Brittany asked still rubbing against her and creating a slow rhythm with their meeting hips. She took a deep breath and could smell the dew on the grass and the bite of dawn.
"Before six," She gasped as she reached up to grip at writhing hips to pull them tighter together. Brittany jutted down harder and Santana's moaned filled her apartment. It didn't matter what time it was now that Brittany's arousal was smothering her senses. Her wolf wasn't going to let her not take care of this primal need Brittany had. She was here to please, protect, and cherish her mate; even if it meant a quickie before school. Who was she kidding? Especially if it meant a quickie before school.
"Britt," She moaned unable to stop the automatic thrusts of her hips to meet Brittany's increasingly wet panties. Brittany ground down harder and trailed a path of heat and wetness over the bulge in her shorts. Brittany moaned loudly when the tip of her cock rubbed into Brittany's sensitive clit. Everything snapped and she was hastily pulling off Brittany's shirt, panties and her own clothing. She was pretty sure she ripped something but she didn't care as Brittany came to rest against her again, skin to skin.
She lifted Brittany up by her hip with one hand and reached down to guide her member in swiftly. She released Brittany's hip and she came crashing down onto Santana's throbbing member with a deep moan, tossing her head back.
"Ughn, I love this feeling," Brittany moaned, hands gripping at Santana's breasts. Brittany squeezed her hands and thighs simultaneous and had Santana's eyes rolling into the back of her head letting out a deep grunt in pleasure. Brittany shifted a bit and her member rubbed at the clenching walls inside. Brittany bit her lip and moaned repeating the motion. This level of grinding was slowly making her lose her mind.
She sat up, feeling her member shift inside velvet warmth and wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist. She licked at that delicious curve of flesh at Brittany's neck, nibbling gently. Brittany shifted again lifting herself up and then dropping down just as quickly. Her member bumped roughly into Brittany's cervix and left them both gasping. She helped Brittany's movements by lifting her by the waist and letting her fall back down till their skin slapped together.
Brittany's hands wrapped around her shoulders pulling them tight together. Their breasts rubbed together, nipples peaked and sending shivers down each of their spines from the friction. Brittany moved faster, having all the leverage to be in control. Her growl built up and rumbled low in her throat as the rubber band inside her pulled tight. Brittany dropped her head till their foreheads rested together, slipping slightly from the layer of sweat that had built up.
Their breaths mixed, occasionally brushing lips together as they shifted and thrust against each other. She felt Brittany's walls clench around her and began pulsing and knew her mate was close. She reached her arms from around her waist till she was gripping at trembling hips, knowing what was coming.
"San...San...tana...oh god...yes," Brittany chanted her name as she exploded around Santana's probing cock. Those tight walls clenched her for all they were worth and triggered her own orgasm, that rubber band snapping and causing her toes to curl, breath to catch, and hips to jerk without control.
"Oh," Brittany breathed, feeling long spurts of warmth filled her. Santana kept jerking which continued small aftershocks of Brittany's orgasm. She filled Brittany to the brim again until cum exploded past her dick where it was sealed to the lips of Brittany's pussy. Feeling the pressure pop inside as the cum dribble down her cock she jerked two more hard thrusts and then fell back, hands falling limply to her side.
Brittany's sprawled on top of her, panting heavily, "Every time that happens I get so turned on again. It's so hot but so messy."
She chuckled weakly still trying to catch her breath, "If we're going to have sex every morning we'll need to wake up earlier so we have time to shower. We're going to be late today."
She could feel Brittany's pout against her chest and reached up running her fingers through sweaty blonde strands of hair, "Can't we just have a sick day and try to break our fevers with lots of hot steamy sex?"
Santana laughed and wished so much that they actually could, "I'm sorry babe but we have to go to school. I promised you a future with me and that requires us graduating. Besides we'll miss plenty of school here soon enough just for lots of hot steamy sex."
Brittany hummed against her skin content with the future possibilities, "I'm still horny." Santana wasn't shocked by that statement. She was still rock hard inside of her and Brittany's arousal was still drowning out all of her senses. "Think we have time for one more? We can multitask in the shower," Brittany suggested with curled lips on Santana's breast. She felt a tongue lick out and stroke her nipple and she could not argue despite they were already going to be late. Hell, they really didn't have to go to first period.
She sat up, lifted Brittany into her arms and carried them both into her bathroom. She set Brittany down long enough to turn on the shower before she felt slender arms circle her waist and hands trailing over her clenching abs. One of Brittany's hands ventured lower as lips sucked at the back of her neck. Fingers trailed through the hair above her erect cock before gripping it firmly at the base. She hissed as that hand squeezed and pumped up and down drawing out pre cum and sending fire up her spine. She turned quickly in Brittany's arms and trapped her against the wall. She didn't waste time pulling one thigh up to maneuver into place and quickly rammed home.
Brittany's head tossed back into the shower wall with a dull thud and her jaw hung slack as she tried to take in any air. Santana spread her feet a bit, making sure she had a good enough balance and began thrusting quickly in and out. Brittany's leg wrapped around her waist, muscles flexing her hand. Her other hand went and wrapped around a slim waist to keep them standing.
Her dick curved upwards with her rapid thrusts and Brittany's grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and dragged her nails down Santana's spine with the other. A growl rippled out before she started panting. She was very conscious of not losing control and to not put to much strength behind her rapid thrusts. Brittany's head tossed back and forth, nails digging into her skin and then she was making new noises each time Santana thrust up into her.
"Ooooooo...aaaahhh ahahhh...dddddaaaaaa...saaaannnnn..." Brittany was barely able to breath, vein popping in her neck, eyes squeezed close, holding Santana so tight she should have been worried about bruising. Their orgasms crashed around them in a fit of clenching muscles and trembling limbs.
"Britt!" She moaned and continued jerking, abs clenching tight and toes curling against the shower floor. God, this was the best feeling in the world and she was firmly addicted to it. She rested her forehead on Brittany's shoulder and gently lowered the leg in her hand till Brittany was standing on both feet. She resounded that whenever and where ever Britt wanted it, she would give it; never would she deny both of them this.
She slowly pulled out feeling their cum rush out onto the shower floor to wash down the drain. Brittany's arms dropped from her shoulders to hang limply while they attempted to catch their breaths and wait for their heartbeats to slow back down to normal.
"Every time that happens...is just wow. Like everything lines up like the stars and planets and then the big bang happens," Brittany finally caught her breath and wrapped Santana back up into her arms with a content smile.
Santana couldn't stop the sweet smile that pulled at her lips, "Everything lines up in the world when I'm with you." Brittany's smile turned shy and leaned down placing a soft and sweet kiss on her lips. They held each other for a few minutes till the buzzing under their skin settled into a pleasant numb.
They cleaned quickly and she figured if they hurried they might still be on time for their first class. They had separate classes so the gossip mill shouldn't be running as heavy when they both show up late and on a Monday no less. Of course this time the rumors would be true but still, no need to toss blood into shark infested waters.
They alternated using the blow dryer as they got ready. Brittany moved through the process like they did this every morning and this was just normal for them but Santana couldn't keep the small smile off her face as they shot sneaky glances at each other. This was perfect and it tore at her insides to think she might not get this every morning. She would figure something out because she was certain she'd never sleep again unless Brittany was securely in her arms.
Santana drove them to school and parked right as the warning bell rang. She didn't see Kurt or Quinn hanging around with the lingering students. She unbuckled and looked over at a pouting girlfriend, "What's wrong babe?"
"I won't get to see you till Math," Brittany whined. It wasn't really that long, they had Math second and would only be apart for an hour. She smiled softly and leaned over the center consul and took Brittany's bottom lip between her own. She titled her head, left hand reaching up and cupping Brittany's cheek as their kiss deepened. Brittany's hand rested over Santana's hand as she licked out at those luscious lips.
Just as Santana tilted her head a bit more and parted her lips a knock came at the drivers side window, "Teen lesbians! Get to class," Principal Figgins was leaning down with his nose pressing against the glass as he interrupted them.
They jolted apart and she shot Figgins a scowl. "Fucking pervert," She mumbled. Figgins stepped away from the car and she spotted the greasy smear from his nose on her window. Great, now she had to wash his filth of her car. She turned back to Brittany and smiled softly at that pout once more, "Sorry babe. Continue this later?"
Brittany nodded eagerly sending her that sexy smile she'd recently discovered. A shiver shot down her spine already knowing where that make out session was going to lead to. Thank god for wolf stamina or she'd be bone dry and shriveled up. They got out of the car and met to intertwine their fingers of one hand together so Santana could walk Brittany to class. The late bell rang right as they reached Brittany's classroom. She quickly pecked Brittany's lips and then turned to head to her own class which was gym.
She changed into her shirt and shorts quickly and ran out onto the track and football field. Coach Beastie was giving out instructions for the day's lesson. She faltered a bit once Quinn's annoyed glare was shot her way. She furrowed her brows together in confusion as she jogged up to Quinn's side and listened to the rest of the instructions.
Coach Beastie noticed her joining the group and checked off at her clipboard, "Alright, you either run a few laps or stretch out for touch football." Both Quinn and herself always excused themselves from group games like touch football or dodge ball. It was simply because they could hurt someone with their strength. The temptation was there, especially if Finn or Puck was involved. She really wanted to show them up and beat them at their sport.
Since neither of them played they opted to run. Most times they'd run the length of the class and quickly out number the required number of laps assigned. They also had to make sure it was at a very slow jog to keep everyone fooled. Reality was a light jog for them was sprinting to everyone else. They were made to run and keep running for awhile.
They started their run and her body hummed in excitement. It was her favorite thing to do, well second favorite thing to do; Brittany being number one with sub points being everything to do with her. Quinn growled at her as they rounded their second lap and had yet to say anything to each other. She looked at Quinn in shock, "Did you just growl at me?" Quinn shot her a glare followed by a snarl. Santana balked, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"YOU!" Quinn fired at her. Santana stumbled in surprise. Her look must have been just as shocked as Quinn proceeded to elaborate on that remark, "I had to cover for you A LOT this weekend. Not to mention I had to find something to block out those horrifying sounds I could hear all the way in my room from you sex dungeon. Can Brittany even walk today?"
Okay, so someone was cranky. Santana froze on the spot and was sure Quinn could see her blush of embarrassment despite her dark tanned skin. "Sorry Quinn. It didn't even occur to me that you would be able to hear us."
"I'm already thinking of ways to get revenge. I'm just so glad I'll be locked away during your mating cycle. There is no way in hell I would be able to survive hearing those noises," Quinn rolled her eyes and pulled Santana back into their run before Coach Beastie started yelling at them again.
Twenty minutes before class was over Coach dismissed them to the locker room to shower and get ready for their next classes. She took the very last stall next to the wall and Quinn took the empty one beside her. It was the easiest way to keep people from accidentally seeing her addition. Plus Quinn would quickly block their view if they wanted to risk their lives.
Today she practically power washed and dressed in a frenzy. She didn't want to miss walking Brittany to class. She was already missing her girlfriend after only being apart for an hour. She stood by the door to the hallway, Quinn at her side . She watched as the seconds ticked by and whined while shifting from foot to foot. Quinn just rolled her eyes and huffed.
They still had a few minutes when Quinn leaned over and whispered, "I've been talking to some of the football players about getting the guys to quit with the slushy facials. Sam wants to help and said Mike would be willing to. I'm going to see them after school."
Santana nodded, still watching the clock. "Thanks Quinn. It means a lot that you're looking out for Britt."
"We mate for life, S. Brittany is part of the pack and we protect the pack," Quinn brushed off Santana's comment with the truth of the situation. They would die to protect each others mates' if it came to that.
Santana turned to look at her with a pointed stare, "Still means a lot." Quinn shrugged with a small smile and then the bell rang. Santana was out in the hall before the skull splitting bell stopped and was making her way across the school to get their lockers to meet Brittany. They turned corners sharply and weaved through students till Brittany was insight at her locker.
Santana instantly smiled and Brittany turned to look at her when she sensed her nearby. Santana's gaze flickered over Brittany's shoulders and immediately her blood began to boil and her skin felt like splitting apart. Finn, Puck, and Azimio were stalking up behind Brittany, each with a large cup of red ice. Hell to the no! These brainless empty sacks were trying to attack her mate again. She rushed forward and placed herself between Brittany and the soon to be dead idiots. The cups tilted forward and she reached out with quick reflexes and knocked two of the cups back. Red slushy splashed up into Finn and Pucks faces but she wasn't fast enough to catch the third cup and Brittany was covered in red sticky ice.
She immediately launched forward to tear at Azimio's throat but Quinn quickly wrapped herself around Santana and pulled her back. She was shaking violently in Quinn's arms on the edge of shifting and ripping apart the entire school. She heard Brittany behind her sniffling and a thick growl ripped out between her snarl.
"HUDSON, PUCKERMAN, AZIMO! IN MY OFFICE NOW!" Coach Beastie yelled out, Kurt by her side at the corner of the hall. Finn and Puck wiped red ice chunks off of their faces, hissing from the syrup stinging their eyes.
"We didn't do anything Coach! Santana slushied us," Finn whined trying to spin this back around.
"Yeah, she started it!" Puck called out. Azimio just dropped the cup in his hand thinking that he'd be off the hook if the evidence wasn't in his hand.
"I've got eyes! My office. NOW!" Coach Beastie yelled at them. The hall was silent save for Santana's huffs of rage and Brittany's sniffles.
"But we're innocent!" Finn continued whining in their coaches direction. Santana's growl filled the hallway and Finn's eyes widened in fear. Puck looked equally scared, his head shooting from Santana's direction, to his coaches and then back again. "See Coach! She wants to do worse to us. I swear we didn't do anything," Finn kept on and the hallway gasped as Santana pulled from Quinn's grip but Quinn reacted quickly and then shoved them both into the lockers and kept her pinned there.
"If you're so innocent then why are you holding the empty plastic cups?" Coach Beastie challenged. Both boys dropped them quickly. "In my office or forget playing football ever again!" Coach Beastie pointed in the direction of her office. At the treat of never playing again all three boys took off down the hall. Once they were out of sight Santana stopped straining against Quinn's hold but was still trembling in rage.
Kurt quickly joined them and pulled Brittany into his arms, leading all three ladies into the nearest girls restroom. At Santana's growling entrance the stalls cleared out instantly. At least some of the resident idiots were rightly afraid of her. She shook her head, and ground her teeth together to stop her canines from extending.
"Britt, you okay?" Santana asked through clenched teeth. Brittany nodded softly and cast her eyes down at her feet. Chucks of red ice fell out of her hair.
"I'll go get some spare clothes," Kurt offered and headed back out into the hallway. Quinn handed Santana some wet paper towels and then gathered Brittany's books to start cleaning them off. Santana pulled Brittany to the sink and helped wash the stickiness of her face and out of her hair. Everything was quiet; Quinn wary of Santana shifting and Brittany was sniffling from getting yet another slushy facial.
"I'm going to rip those idiots apart," Santana finally snapped tossing the towels into the sink, fist clenched tightly at her side. Kurt rejoined them at that moment with a smile on his face. "Why the hell are you smiling? Figured out how I can get away with murder?" Santana barked.
"Coach Beastie just suspended all three of them for the season. Stripped them of their Letterman jackets and is replacing them with their second string players. Looks like Sam is the new quarterback," Kurt shot Quinn a rather mysterious smirk and Quinn just rolled her eyes in response to that. Santana suddenly had a feeling she was missing out on something that possibly happened over the weekend.
"Good," Quinn tossed away her towels and set the books underneath the hand dryer turning it on.
"I doubt that's going to stop those jelly filled boy sacks. I bet they come at Britt tomorrow with even more slushies. I'm done playing nice. I'm going to kick all of their asses and," She was cut off by Brittany pulling her into a tight hug.
"We'll leave you two alone," Quinn pulled at Kurt's arm and the two of them left. Santana brushed through Brittany's damp locks and hummed softly. They rocked back and forth for a minute till Brittany wasn't fighting silent sobs.
"I'm so sorry babe. I'm not leaving your side ever again," She whispered.
"It's not that. I don't want you getting into fights," Brittany mumbled into Santana's neck.
"Why's that? I can take them all on, teach them a lesson and they'll leave us alone," Santana explained.
"I know you can take them. But seeing you against three huge guys and I can't help but feel anxious that you'll get hurt. I don't like the violence," Brittany sighed, breath tickling at Santana's neck.
She hummed in response knowing how Brittany felt about it. She really couldn't help when the anger would flick to life inside her. Her wolf wanted to defend its mate to the death and the human part of her was barely strong enough to not act on the impulse. But she could try really hard to keep from using violence. She'd do anything Brittany would ever ask of her.
"Besides can't we just make love instead of war?" Brittany asked and kissed at her neck. She smiled, content in the feel of Brittany's lips against her skin.
"I will do whatever you want of me. I'm yours Britt. All you have to do is tell me," Santana vowed. She wasn't expecting Brittany's arousal to hit her like a freight train. Instantly her body reacted; skin humming, gripping at Brittany tighter in her arms, and feeling her erection straining in her compression shorts.
"What if I wanted a different facial?" Brittany asked and Santana wondered whatever happened to her innocent girlfriend. Brittany's hands traveled from around her shoulders, down her chest after grouping for a few seconds, tickled down her abs till one hand played with her belt buckle while the other palmed her erection through her pants.
"Babe," She gasped and tried not to thrust into that waiting hand, "We really shouldn't."
"San, I really want to," Brittany purred against her throat biting at the flesh there and soothing it with a flat stroke of her tongue. Images flashed of Brittany running that tongue on her member and she felt her cock twitch into Brittany's palm.
"I'll make a mess," She argued. Not that she could fight this moment if Brittany really wanted it.
"We can shower in the gym," Brittany suggested. They didn't have enough time for that. The bell for class would ring any minute. She was close enough to cumming that it wouldn't take them long at all but there was no way they'd make it to the gym, shower without getting caught by the next class, and make it back to their Math class without getting in trouble.
"We don't have time. Plus, how would we get there without making a scene?" She asked.
"What if I swallow it all?" Brittany husked in her ear and shivers danced all over her body. The image alone brought her closer to the edge and she was now practically humping Brittany's hand.
"I...already...to much," She panted trying to form her thought. She pulled back a bit with a groan and swallowed, "You weren't able to this weekend."
Brittany pulled back and cocked her head in though before smirking with an idea, "What if I get better at it and can? Would you allow me to here?" Brittany asked.
Oh dear mother of all things holy. Brittany was pushing for a future possibility to blow her at school. What was hotter than that? Nothing, absolutely nothing came to mind. She shook her head blindly, eyes glazed at the possibilities.
"Challenge accepted," Brittany smiled proudly. She pulled Santana in for a kiss, probing her tongue through swollen lips and running it against the roof of Santana's mouth. They parted for air and Brittany leaned into her ear, "You know this means I have to practice?" She bit at her earlobe and Santana was bucking into the air.
"Oh dear god," Santana groaned. She was beyond turned on and could feel the pinching pain on her member as her shorts kept her tucked away. This was unbearable but yet pleasurable at the same time. The bell rang and Brittany jumped before grabbing her books and Santana's hand. She pulled them out of the restroom and Santana had enough sense to hold one of her books in front of her crotch as Brittany led them to their math class. They had completely forgotten that Brittany meant to change clothes so she did her best to keep her girlfriend from shiver through class.
Her erection never died down through math class. You would think learning how to find numbers that equal letters would be sobering thoughts but Brittany's arousal still hung heavy in the air and it wasn't allowing her to calm down. After Math class ended Santana waited for Brittany to finally change before walking her to her next class.
"I'll met you at lunch babe," She pecked Brittany goodby and headed for her English class. She completely zoned out during the lecture, her senses focused on everything Brittany. Her ears picked up on the girls heartbeat and her mouth watered at the taste of arousal in the air. Even with an entire school between them she could still smell it. God this was going to be difficult to handle and it wasn't even mating cycle yet.
Santana jolted out of class a full minute before the bell rang for lunch. She intercepted Brittany at the door of her previous class and dragged her into a nearby empty room. Ended up being a supply closet but she wasn't going to be picky.
Brittany's back thudding into the door as she pressed flush against her. She wasted no time with gentle kisses and immediately dived in, pushing her tongue past lips and teeth to wrestle with its mate. Brittany's hands gripped at her hair as they both moaned. She pulled back for a quick gasp of air when realized that was particularly loud for the situation. They really didn't need to be caught.
"Ssssh," She whispered, hands picking at the button and zipper of Brittany's tight jeans.
"Aren't we going to eat lunch?" Brittany gasped when Santana's lips attached to her neck and sucked roughly, her tongue flicking at the skin in quick waves.
She pulled back for air, "I'm going to eat first then I'll take you to the cafeteria." She kissed Brittany roughly, tugging at tight jeans and managing to finally get them to pool at Brittany's feet. She pulled back from that salty skin and dropped to her knees. She stared hungrily at the moisture that was already gathering for her to devour.
"This is no fair," Brittany whined but immediately stopped speaking when a broad flat tongue licked from bottom to top between her thighs. Santana pulled one leg to rest over her shoulder opening up and giving her more room. She licked her lips, gripping at one hip and at the thigh resting on her shoulder. "I can't eat you but you can," She cut Brittany off by diving into soaking wet folds and thrusting her tongue into Brittany's throbbing entrance. "OH fuck," Brittany's breath escaped her in one long gust and then she was trembling.
Santana thrust her tongue a few times, pull out and lick up to her clit and circled it a few times before licking down and repeating the process. Juices poured out of Brittany's core, coating Santana's chin and tongue. It was sweet and salty, exactly what she'd been craving for lunch. Brittany's hands had never left her hair and were now pushing her face into dripping folds.
"Shit, San. I'm...so...fuck!" Brittany panted out. Abs twitched, back arched and then Brittany's was curling in on herself, up on her toes as her orgasm ripped through her. Santana felt the rush against her tongue and greedily lapped up everything Brittany gave her. She wrapped her arms and a trembling waist until Brittany gained enough of her senses back to stand on both feet and pull up her jeans.
"That wasn't fair," Brittany pouted and Santana chuckled.
"Babe, it hasn't been fair that you've been aroused for hours and I just now got to do something about it," She kissed Brittany and then worked at fixing both of their hair. They had enough time to still meet Quinn and Kurt for lunch.
They left the storage room hand in hand and made a beeline for the cafeteria. Brittany took a seat with Quinn and Kurt while Santana went to load a tray down with enough food to feed a small army. Once her eyes landed on the sandwiches and chips she'd realized neither her or Brittany had eaten anything other than grilled cheese all weekend. That was definitely not healthy at all. She made a mental note to put aside food time during weekends filled with sex. It might be a little difficult but she would make it happen, even if they had to multitask. Now there was an idea.
She reached the table and unloaded the tray before the two of them. She shifted in her seat and noticed that her hard on was only a semi now. Brittany's arousal wasn't as thick either. She wondered briefly if the two were connected in some way and made a note to ask Kurt about it.
Quinn's nose was flaring and Kurt looked at them both stunned. "Really guys? At school?" Quinn balked.
Santana looked up from her half devoured ham and cheese sandwich and then shrugged. She chewed and swallowed before answering, "I just couldn't help myself."
"Well, that's a fact," Kurt commented.
"Hold up! You can totally control yourself. Just don't do it," Quinn argued tossing her remaining bite back onto her tray. Brittany pouted at the thought of Santana actually controlling herself when it came to them getting naked.
"Get a mate and see if you can keep your paws to yourself," San snapped. This was the second time Quinn had made a comment on her newly developed sex life and it didn't help she was still pissed about those idiots and she was boarding a level of sexually frustrated she didn't know was possible.
Quinn sat back with a complete look of hurt. It wasn't Quinn's fault she hadn't found a mate yet but Santana's quick biting comment made it seem that way. It was very insensitive and hurtful. Before Quinn could even jump from her seat Santana pulled her back down with a firm grip, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it."
Quinn looked down at her plate and nodded softly. She'd find him or her soon enough and then she would understand. Until then they all just had to be patient which was something Santana really needed to work on.
"It's okay. I told Sam I would met him and that Mike kid before lunch was over anyway. I'll see you guys later," Quinn picked up her tray and left them alone at the table.
"San," Brittany whispered, reaching out and taking her hand.
"I know babe. I handled that badly," Santana looked down at her sandwich and sighed not really hungry anymore. She was a horrible alpha.
"Not what I was going to say," Brittany smiled softly then leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek.
"You two are adorable together," Kurt sighs. "Damn, I wish Blaine was here. Then we could out couple you."
Santana scoffed, "Please, like that is even possible. Where is your slick head boy toy?"
"He's practicing his solo for Glee practice tomorrow. He's going to serenade me," Kurt trailed off with his dreamy expression.
"Let's hope it's you or that would be awkward," Santana joked.
Kurt gasped, raising one hand to his chest in mock hurt, "Don't you dare!"
"Oh please. Like that boy is going to get anything better than you," Santana rolled her eyes and decided she was still hungry. She finished off her sandwich in just a few bites and then reached for a bag of chips and started crunching through those. Brittany was eating just as quickly as she was and Kurt had one eyebrow cocked and his head tilted to the side.
"You two didn't remember to eat at all this weekend did you?" Kurt asked amused.
"We had food one night and I almost cooked," Brittany shrugged.
"Almost? Please tell me you didn't burn down Santana's apartment," Kurt gasped in shock.
"No. San jumped me before I could even open the box. Didn't even think about eating till much later," Brittany answered with a shrug and took a bite of her sandwich.
"Oh dear. I really shouldn't have asked," Kurt's shocked look turned into one of awkwardness. They finished eating and walked Brittany to class before the bell rang. She and Kurt had History together and were assigned to the library to work on their research papers. She pecked Brittany goodbye and then walked with Kurt to the library.
They beat the rest of their class there and took up the back corner table where they could talk quietly and not get in trouble or have anyone close enough to overhear. They sat down and pulled out their work. Kurt actually attempted to read through his notes but Santana was clearly not going to do anything. Most of her paper was already written anyway so she would be happy just to day dream about her incredibly sexy girlfriend.
"So is having sex during lunch going to become a regular thing?" Kurt asked breaking the silence between them.
Her head twisted back so fast in Kurt's direction she was sure she felt a tendon rip and then heal itself, "What?"
"Well last week you dry humped each other into oblivion and today you tainted every paintbrush in the art supply room," Kurt shot her a pointed look.
She leaned forward and kept her voice low, "I don't know what came over me. It's like I couldn't stop till I took care of her...needs." Thank god for tanned skin since she knew they'd be beat red by now otherwise.
"I understand that. Whenever Blaine is in the mood, doesn't matter where we are or what we're doing, my body instantly reacts and won't calm down till Blaine is taken care of," Kurt leaned forward a bit to so they could talk in hushed whispers. Unfortunately for Kurt who was of fair skin, she could see the blood pooling behind his cheeks.
"To much Kurt. I don't need to know about your sex life," Santana shook her head in embarrassment.
"But we do? Quinn and I can hear you two so long as your within a mile of us. We can't tune you out," Kurt explained his need to make it a fair trade.
She sighed, shoulders slumped and figured that this was part of being a pack. You just knew each others' business, even if it was sexy business. Well crap! This was going to be a horrible situation in which she wished she was just normal to save herself from the embarrassment.
"So it's normal? I mean I smelled Brittany's arousal even all the way across the school and for the life of me I couldn't get my...you know...to um...well...go down," Santana closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. Crap, that was awkward but maybe Kurt would have some answers for her. He had been sleeping with Blaine for awhile so he might be able to help her out with some of her questions.
"It's a wolf thing. If Brittany ever gets aroused and your close enough to sense it your body will instantly react and won't calm down till you've um...till you uh...in her...uh...god this is a horrible conversation," Kurt muttered looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
"Wait, I'm going to be walking around with this semi till I have sex with Britt? Even though I took care of her earlier?" Santana asked in horror. They could barely part this morning for school. If Brittany was going to get worked up at school there was no way! One time wasn't enough till they were both sated. How the hell was she going to survive the school weak with a raging hard on?
"Unless you both, then yeah," Kurt answered with an apologetic look.
"There's no way Kurt. One, we'll get busted and I can't have Brittany get in trouble. Two, I make one hell of a mess so there is no possible way," Santana dropped her head to the desk and missed Kurt's confused expression.
"A mess?" Kurt asked before he even realized he'd talked.
Santana looked up and her brow furrowed together, "Um, I...I shoot off so much that...it's too much." She stuttered through that answer.
"Oh! That's an alpha thing. I mean I...uh..you know, a lot...myself so..." Kurt bit his lip and ran a hand through perfectly styled hair.
"What's an alpha thing? I mean if you do to?" Santana asked confused.
"Well it's a thing um to insure pregnancy to pass along the alpha bloodline. It's much worse when your mated since it double's during the cycle," Kurt answered.
"Wait? DOUBLES?" Santana hissed. She was already shooting off so much. How the hell could she double that much cum?
"It's part of the mating cycle. All males double in production but alpha's already produce a lot. It's to ensure that their mates get pregnant. Something else occurs with that but I'm not clear on the details. It's something wolves do that humans don't but only alpha's and their established beta's have it happen," Kurt answered trying not to let this get to far out of hand. It wasn't comforting to find that Kurt wouldn't be able to help her with that since he didn't know.
Santana wanted to get past the awkward sex talk and focused on something else he'd said, "I'm suppose to have a beta?"
"You can but you don't have to establish one until your ready. If our pack grows you'll be forced to," Kurt answered.
"How do you know all this?" Santana asked.
"I found a set of journals my mother left in the attic before she died. Turns out my father is a wolf and I get my bloodline from him, not my mom. So I confronted him about it and he finally told me," Kurt answered, glad to finally be able to reveal this.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Santana asked shocked. An adult wolf was in town and someone she could turn to for answers.
"He's an alpha by privilege, not by blood. If you approached him you two would have to fight for right to the land since your an alpha by blood. He asked me not to tell you," Kurt answered. It sucked but Kurt really didn't want Santana killing his dad. It had already been straining enough to let Kurt join Santana's pack since it went against his father's alpha stance.
"I don't want the land though. I wouldn't challenge him," Santana promised.
"It doesn't matter. Your wolf would demand it and you know my dad's heart is weak. You would kill him," Kurt explained.
"Why doesn't he just shift then? That would heal it," Santana asked, confused as to why Burt wasn't living to his true nature. She couldn't imagine not letting go of that energy and shifting.
"Dad never found his mate. He didn't imprint on my mom but he loved her still. When we don't shift eventually we start to grow older and we can get sick. He doesn't want to heal because he doesn't want to reverse the aging from having my mom around," Kurt answered with a shrug. Oh! That was so sad. She had a new level of respect for Burt. She couldn't imagine going through life without Brittany or how she survived before finding her. Not having your mate; that was not a fate she would wish on any wolf.
"I hate that for him but I respect his decision. Do you think he would mind if I used you to ask him questions?" Santana asked, hoping that maybe she could still learn how to be an alpha through Kurt's dad since he was one too.
"I'm sure he'd be glad to help. So long as you two don't meet and challenge each other to the death over my backyard," Kurt shrugged, answering in dramatic fashion.
"Awesome," She breathed and looked down at her notes. Kurt took that as an end to this touching but horribly awkward conversation. Santana scribbled through some notes and thought of another question. "Hey Kurt, have you ever wanted to bite Blaine during sex?" And now it was awkward again. But Kurt understood the need to have that answered.
"Um, yes. If it gets to rough or it's our mating cycle then the urge is always there," Kurt answered.
"Have you?" Santana asked trying not to be to direct about it.
"Yes. Don't ask me where though," Kurt raised a hand and shook his head.
"What happened?" Santana asked, more than happy to not know the location.
"It was our first mating cycle and I just couldn't stop myself from that pull. It's a mate's mark. It's the final stage of bonding. You're connected on a human level but when you bite you're using your wolf teeth and it connects you spiritually. When that happens you share your essence and your spirits become bonded," Kurt answered.
"What does that mean?" Santana asked.
"It means that Brittany will gain part of your wolf's spirit. It varies between partners but she could get your stamina or maybe become stronger or faster. However; one thing is certain. So long as she's not fatally injured she'll rarely get sick and she'll live as long as you do," Kurt smiled and waited for that information to sink in.
"As long as I do? If I keep shifting then I'll never age after I've finished my growth spurt," Santana shook her head and thought about it. Then it clicked. She and Brittany would have forever, a literal forever.
"It also means that the imprint works for Brittany too. Once she's bitten she'll only ever see you," Kurt added, having forgotten that part. Santana growled at what Kurt was implying. "No, no! I would never suggest Brittany would look elsewhere. She's madly in love with you, but this does take away the chance that she could fall out of love with you."
"So I would be taking away her choice to love me," Santana realized the down side to the mate's mark. She would never do that to Brittany.
"I thought so too but Blaine reassured me he would have wanted me to bite him. I never asked though and I'll always wonder if it's the mark that's having Blaine reassure me or if he really would have wanted me to," Kurt said. "Just talk to Brittany about it. She'll need to know going into your first cycle together because your going to want to and if for some reason she doesn't she needs to know to tell you no in that moment."
"We're only sixteen. We are to young to make that kind of decision, "Santana shook her head, not wanting to burden Brittany with such a life altering choice.
"In wolf years, we're old. I can't tell you what to do, alpha, but I can suggest that you talk to her about it," Kurt reached across and gently tapped her hand in support. "So any more terrifying sex questions to ask me or can I go scrub out my brain with bleach?" Kurt pulled back with an amused expression finally finding humor in this situation.
"Bite me!" She growled and returned to her notes. She couldn't focus, her mind darting over each topic. How she was literally screwed at school if Brittany got turned on, about Burt and the fact there was another wolf in town and she didn't even realize, and the twisting in her gut over fear of her pending mates mark. What the hell was she going to do? She was going to talk to Brittany but first thing was surviving the rest of this school day without any more slushies or sneak attack sexy times.
She somehow survived the rest of her classes and met up with Brittany to walk her to each. When she dropped Brittany off at her last class she noticed that Quinn was unusually quiet. She figured Quinn was still upset about her hurtful comment at lunch but Quinn darted into the classroom before she could say anything to her.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you but my mom and sister are picking me up from school today," Brittany's voice was sad and she smiled weakly.
"That's okay babe. I can come over later? Or just pick you up in the morning? I did kidnap you all weekend so I'm sure Ashley misses you," She shook it off and tired her best to smile brightly. Truth was she was disappointed she wouldn't get to have an after school make out session or get to see Brittany at all tonight.
"We're going to my grandmother's for dinner so we won't be back till really late. Pick me up in the morning?" Brittany asked.
Santana leaned in a placed a quick peck on sweet lips, "Of course." The late bell rang and she kissed Brittany one more time before Kurt pulled her down the hallway to their last class. Her ears perked up when she heard Brittany's name over an intercom from further in the school and realized that Britt's mom came to pick her up early. Well that sucked. Now she wouldn't get to spend anymore time together today.
When the last bell rang she still went to go meet Quinn, Kurt at her side. They waited outside the classroom till everyone had filed out but no Quinn. "Where the hell is she?" She asked looking at Kurt in annoyance. Kurt just shrugged and looked down each side of the hallways.
"Hey handsome," Blaine joined them giving Kurt a quick hello kiss. "Hey Santana," Blaine said after pulling away from Kurt's lips.
"Hey. I'm just going to go ahead and head home. I'll probably find Quinn there," She muttered and then stalked down the hallway leaving the lover boys to themselves.
"What's with her?" Blaine asked.
"Brittany checked out early," Kurt explained and that was all that needed to be said. She headed for her car and sighed when the inside was filled with Brittany's scent from this morning. She started the car up and drove back home.
She was surprised to find that Quinn wasn't already here but just figured that she maybe had a Cheerio thing to do. She changed into sweats and a tank top and curled up on the couch to watch horrible TV shows. When she got bored doing nothing she worked on some homework and finished that up very quickly.
This sucks! She really wanted Brittany here. She finally just gave up on the day and crawled into bed, taking a deep breath of the pillow Brittany slept on all weekend. It was enough to calm her nerves but not comforting enough to help her fall asleep. Just like she expected she could not close her eyes without Brittany in her arms but there was no way Mr. Pierce wouldn't bust her if she tried sneaking in. She would just have to wait till morning to see her mate again. This really did suck.
Author's note:
I almost didn't add that last scene but decided to round out the rest of the day and move on for the next update. Not as much sex as the last update but they had to go to class. I know, I know, sorry! Don't worry, I think I'm going to get at least one sexy time in each chapter but so far their proving to be a two shot. (See what I did there. Hehehehe)
I've had a few requests for the next update in regards to sexy time. So as a spoiler next chapter will involve a 'making love' scene. Feel free to give me prompts as this is what this fic is for. It was meant solely for smut but somehow plot was developed. I have this arc planned all the way through Junior year. (Hint to part of it in this chapter. Special sexy scene for anyone who figures it out)
Be sure to send me your request because those are what got me started on this fic and I'm here to write what you want to read. I look forward to all of your reviews.
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