Chapter 21: Manic Monday
Monday morning rolls around and I get my lazy bag of bones out of bed at nine. Lord Tubbington meowing at my bedroom door actually woke me up. He wanted breakfast.
I wanted breakfast too. So I got up and fed Lord T and had breakfast myself. Then I changed into something comfortable. A sweatshirt and basketball shorts. My plan for the morning was to go grocery shopping and do my laundry. Typical Monday for me. After lunch I decided to go for a run.
I replace my sweatshirt with a tank top and my flip flops with tennis shoes. I grab my iPod and head out the door, down the stairs, out the front door.
I slow my run into a jog and then into a walk once I'm in front of my apartment. I pause in front of my building and look over at the bar. I need to talk to my mom. I stretch out my legs and head over there.
When I walk in the door I spot my mom and she sees me too and waves. I wave back and walk over to her. "Oooh. You're all sweaty." I comments and makes a disgusted face.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." I roll my eyes at her.
"Hey." My mom squeaks.
"I just went for a run."
"And? How was it?" Mom asks.
"Sweaty." We both bust out laughing.
Once the laughter dies down my mom eyes me curiously. "So, how was the rest of your day yesterday? After you left the house?"
"Good. We went over to Santana's house and told her mom and eventually her dad that we were together. It went will, I guess. Her mom is a little- uh- what's the word. She's fine but hard to get a read on, I suppose. And I can read people. Her dad is like the complete opposite though."
My mind goes back to yesterday when Santana's dad told me opposites attract. Maybe that's how he and his wife are, opposites. It seems that it could be that way. I smile at the thought. If they are opposites then he definitely knows what he was saying when he told me that opposites attract. It makes sense.
"Why are you smiling like a goof, Britt?"
"It's just something Mr. Lopez told me yesterday." I chuckle a little. It's funny now that I think about it.
"Well, are you going to inform me on what it is, or are you just gonna stand there smiling creepily."
"I'm not creepy."
My mom shakes her head and laugh. "No, you're not."
"I was-"
The front door flies open and the light from outside filters into the bar. A figure stands in the doorway. I can't see who it is from here because of the sun framing them from behind. The door swings back and starts closing. The person throws out a hand and pushes the door open again and it smacks into the wall.
I cringe at the sounds of the door hitting the wall. Looking around everyone else's eyes are trained on the door just waiting for the person to step forward. It's all very strange. Like something you would see out of a movie.
A few seconds pass before the person steps forward and I can see their head whip around the room frantically searching for something or someone. It's not until the door finally shuts and the darkness returns to the room. My eyes adjust and I see who it is that is standing there.
Panting heavily and out of breath. Eyes wide and searching. Bare feet. I stand up from the bar stool that I was sitting on talking to my mom and go over to the person. I am in a frantic mode now. My heart rate has increase and I feel all panicky.
I reach out and put both my hands on their shoulders. Looking the person up and down, for what I'm not sure, injuries, any clues to tell me what's going on.
"Santana, what's wrong?" Are the first words that leave my mouth.
"Brittany."
"What happened? Are you okay?" Why isn't she saying anything? Why won't she tell me what's wrong or what happened? Or why she is here in the middle of the day? She should be at work.
"I'm fine." She breathes out trying to catch her breath.
"You don't look fine. You look like you just ran from a pack of rabid dogs."
"I'm fine." The Latina says again.
"Then why are you breathing so heavily?" I'm really not convinced Santana is fine. She can't be. She isn't. "Here, sit down." I lead Santana to the nearest barstool. "Mom, get her some water."
"Okay." My mom's eyes are wide and worried but she gets a glass of water as fast as possible.
Santana sits down and I sit on the stool next to her. "If your okay, what's the matter then?" I lean as close to her as possible. She is facing forward, facing the bar. I stare at the side of her face. "Santana." I put both my hands on her left forearm. One rests on her cast and the other a little higher up, by her elbow.
My mom slide the glass of water in front of Santana. She takes it in her right hand and drinks about half of it in one gulp. She then sets the glass down.
"I was over at your apartment. Knocking on the door. I knocked and knocked and no one ever came. Not you or not Mr. Carlson. Which is stupid because I don't think you would have heard me knocking from upstairs in your apartment. I kept knocking though. Pounding my fist into the door. After about five minutes I gave up. I looked around and my eyes stopped on the bar." She stops and takes another drink of her water.
I'm not sure where this is going but I just have this feeling that something important is about to happen.
"I ran over here to see if your mom knew where you were or if she could let me into your building. I had to find you. I ran over here and pushed the door open. I couldn't see anything and tried to wait for my eyes to adjust to the light but they wouldn't fast enough. I had to tell you. I stepped in and the door closed and I saw you sitting there."
"Santana."
She reaches for her glass and brings it to her lips and downs the rest of the glass of water. She turns to face me. Our faces inches apart. "I quit my job."
"What?"
"I quit my job. In the middle of the day. I quit my job and ran straight here. I had to tell you. I ran all the way to your apartment but- I ran over here and found you."
"You what? You ran all the way from your work? That's over a mile. In those dress pants and that button down. You ran here? Where are your shoes?"
"I took them off and threw them in the street about a block into my run. You can't run in heels."
I laugh. "No, I guess you can't."
She's smiling now. "I quit my job. I walked up to my mom's desk. She was on the phone. I stood there and waited until she was done with the call and I told her. I said 'mom I'm quitting. I can't do this. I can't take over your business. I'm sorry'. She bowed her head and nodded. She was sad but she understands. She knows that I needed to do this. She knows that I needed to do what was going to make me happy."
"Wow. I'm a little surprised. Are you really sure that this is what you want?" It's the main question that I have right now.
"Britt, I've thought about this long and hard. And after yesterday, I knew what my decision was. After you met my parents and they were so happy and I was so happy. After I went home last night my dad asked me all about you. How we met and all that jazz. I knew then what I had to do. Thank you, Brittany." Santana leans forward and wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a hug.
I bring my hand up to her back and pull her closer to me. "For what?" I don't know why she is thanking me. I didn't do anything. She's the one who quit her job that she was unhappy with.
"For helping me realize what I wanted. For helping me realize what was going to make me the happiest."
"Oh." Right.
Santana starts to pull away from me first. I let her go and look into her eyes.
"My job wasn't making me happy like other things in my life are." Santana raises her eyebrows at me and smirks.
"Me." I point to myself.
She giggles a little. "Yeah. You. Ya goof. Come here." Santana brings her hands up and cups both my cheeks. She leans forward and kisses me. I bring my hands up and wrap my fingers around her wrists and hold on. She kisses me slow and smooth. Gentle and full of love.
Holy fuck.
When she pulls back we look at each other some more. I have no idea what everyone else in the bar is doing. They could be watching us but I don't care. Santana and I are too entranced with each other to care.
My curiosity gets the best of me and I speak up and it break the spell. "What are you going to do now?"
Her hands still on my face and mine still at her wrist. Santana tilts her head to the side and scrunches her face up. Her nose wrinkles and her eyebrow crease together. "I don't know for sure. But I know that I am going to start looking for a job that I know I will enjoy. Even if that means not have any money coming in for a while. I will figure something else. Living at home will help." She shrugs.
"You'll figure it out. I know it." I give her a bright grin.
"It's cute. How much confidence you have in me." Santana comments before leaning forward and kissing me on the nose. She drops her hands from my face and my hands go with hers.
I slide my fingers down over her wrist to her hands and tangle our fingers together. She looks down at our connected fingers. Sure, it's a little difficult with her cast in the way but I managed to tangle my fingers with the ones on her left hand as well. To get her attention back I pull her hands up to my face and kiss the knuckles of her left hand and then the right. "Go out to dinner with me tonight." It's not a question.
She grins that half smile of hers and nods.
After we left the bar we went back to my place. I showered and changed and got ready to go out to dinner. Santana waited patiently for me in the living room while I was getting ready.
Before long I was ready and Santana and I were headed out the door for dinner.
"So, what's for dinner?"
"I hope you like Italian." I tell Santana with a little wink.
"Love it." She grins at me. I turn my attention back to the road and driving. There's no point in talking about dinner if we don't make it there. I pull into the restaurant parking lot. "I love this place, Britt."
"Good. I do too." I throw the car into park and cut the engine. I tilt my head to the side and raise my eyebrow comically high. "Ready?" Santana laughs and nods and opens her door. "Stop. Wait." She eyes my curiously. "Don't move."
"But-" I hear her say.
I open my door quickly and run around the car to her side. I hold out my hand. "Ms. Santana." I bow down in front of her. "May I escort you?"
"Why yes, Ms. Brittany, I would love that." I feel her place her hand in my hand and I stand back up to full height. I smile like an idiot at the same time trying my hardest not to start giggling. I can see that Santana is holding back a laugh of her own.
I help her out of her seat and close the car door. I then take her hand from mine. I hold out my arm and wrap her hand around my upper arm. "This way, m'lady." I nod in the direction of the front door of Breadstix. I focus on walking forward but hear the giggle that Santana can't hold in any longer. And I must say it's one of the most heavenly sounds I've ever heard. I start laughing too but keep a hold of her all the way to the door.
The hostess shows us to our seats. I show Santana to her seat and then slide into the my seat on the other side of the booth.
"Your waitress will be with you ladies shortly."
"Thank you." Santana and I say at the same time.
"What are you going to get?" I ask picking up a menu.
Santana shrugs. "Don't know yet."
"I think I'm gonna have spaghetti and meatballs." I say and set the menu down on the table.
"You had that the last time we went out."
"I know. But I love spaghetti. Maybe I'll leave out the balls. Just get meat sauce."
"Oh god." Santana laughs and covers her face with her hands.
"Evening ladies." The waitress says as she approaches the table.
"Hi." I say and Santana pulls her hands away from her face and smile awkwardly at the waitress.
"My name is Jan. What can I get you to drink this evening?"
I speak before Santana has a chance to. "I'll have a glass of water, please. Oh and can we get a bottle of red wine too."
"And for you." The waitress turns to Santana.
Santana looks from the waitress to me. I shrug and nod to the waitress and Santana turns back to her. "Uh- water, I guess."
"Ladies, thank you, I'll be right back with your drinks." The woman says and disappears somewhere into the restaurant.
"Why'd you order a bottle of wine? You don't drink." Santana asks as soon as the waitress is out of earshot.
"But we're celebrating. You can't celebrate without wine or maybe champagne. Maybe I should have asked if they have champagne. Or maybe I should have brought some with me. I could have got it from the bar."
"Brittany." Santana voice stops me from my rambling. "What are we celebrating, exactly?"
I give her my most brilliant smile. "You'll see." I tease. If she doesn't know or can't figure out what it is that we are celebrating tonight then I'm not going to tell her for awhile.
The waitress comes back with the water and wine and takes our order. I told her to just leave the bottle on the table and I will take care of it. That she didn't have to pour the wine for us. So she took our order and left the bottle with two wine glasses on the table.
I take the bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. I pour the wine into the glass slowly. I put the bottle down on the table and reach over to Santana with the glass. "For my lady."
Santana smiles and shakes her head at me. "Your such a goof."
"You love it." I shoot back as soon as she says it.
"Maybe." She nods. And I know she loves it. And if I am being brash I might say she loves me too. But not out loud. That's more of an inner thought for right now.
Back to the celebration though. I raise my glass of water in the air and nod for Santana to do the same with her glass of wine. She does. "A toast." I begin and wave my glass in Santana's direction. "To new beginnings. To new jobs. To the future. Whatever it may hold. And to us."
Santana smiles at me shyly. "To us." She says quietly. If she didn't know what tonight was about before she definitely knows what it is all about now. I just laid it all out for her.
I wink and clink my glass with hers and drink a sip of my water as Santana takes a gulp of her wine.
After that the food came and we eat and make small talk. I don't really want to talk about Santana and what she is going to do now that she quit her job. I want to know what she has planned but I don't need to know right now. Tonight is about celebrating. Celebrating change and the future. But most of all I want to celebrate us and our new beginning.
"What are you gonna get for dessert?" I ask Santana as she drinks from her second glass of wine.
"What?" She sputters. "I'm too full to eat a whole dessert."
"What if we spilt a dessert? I really want dessert." I nearly whine. Dessert would be the perfect end to this dinner date.
Santana holds onto her gut and chuckles. "Okay, Britt."
"Sweet." I pump my fist in the air in excitement.
"Britt, stop, your gonna make me lose my dinner." She says between laughter. "Seriously, stop making me laugh."
"But I love your laugh. Whether it's just that little giggle of yours or a half-chuckle or a full blown laugh. It's like the best sound on the planet." I say honestly.
It's like time stops for a few seconds. Santana has stopped laughing and is just looking at me. Her big brown eyes soft, her head tilted to the side slightly, her jaw lax. She just looks at me with what I would describe as possibly adoration and something else I can't quite place.
Jan's return causes Santana to look away from me. I turn to follow her vision and look over at Jan too. "Dessert tonight for you guys?"
"Yes. What do you want San?" I could eat just about anything for dessert but I want to have what Santana wants.
"I don't know. What do you want?"
I shake my head at her. "I asked you first."
"Okay. Um- how about Cheesecake?"
"Mmm. Sounds good."
It's Jan's turn to add to the conversation. "We have Strawberry, Raspberry, Chocolate and this months special Turtle Cheesecake."
"Wow." I comment. I didn't know they had so many choices of cheesecake at Breadstix. "What do ya think?" I ask the woman across from me.
"I like Strawberry Cheesecake." Santana says shyly.
"Strawberry Cheesecake it is, Jan." I confirm.
The waitress chuckles. "I'll be back in a few minutes with that." She bends down and takes our empty dishes from our dinner and heads back to the kitchen or wherever it is that she is going.
I scoot over on my side of the booth until my arm bumps up against the wall. "Seeing as we are sharing a dessert, I thought maybe we could share a seat too. Get your tiny little butt over here." I pat the booth seat with my right hand.
"My butt isn't tiny or little." Santana protests.
"I know." I say sagely.
She narrows her eyes but gets up out of her seat and moves over to sit on the same side of the booth with me.
I wrap my right arm around her shoulder and pull her gently into my side. I place a kiss on her temple before she rests her head on my shoulder and wiggles her left arm between me and the back of the seat and holds onto my opposite hip with her hand.
"Much better." I sigh now that Santana is again within holding proximity.
After we ate our dessert we left the restaurant and came back to my place. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and came in the living room to plop down on the couch. A few seconds later Santana plops down on my left side. I turn the tv on and wrap my arm around Santana shoulder and give her a kiss on the temple.
She takes my hand that is hanging over her shoulder and starts playing with my fingers and making patterns on the palm of my hand. At frist, it's calming and relaxing, Santana's fingers sliding across my skin. But, after a few minutes of me trying to watch tv it's not working. Her touches and caresses are a distraction. I wiggle in my seat a little to try and brush it off but it doesn't work.
A few minutes pass and nothing changes. I'm still trying to watch tv and Santana is still distracting me with her wonderful fingers.
Her lips on the back of my hand get my attention. I sigh and turn my head to look at her. She is looking back with a devious little smile on her face.
The next thing I know Santana is sitting in my lap. My eyes widen out of surprise. I wasn't expecting that. Her hands rest on the back of the couch either side of my head. My hands automatically find purchase on her hips and I give her a playful squeeze.
"Hey." I whisper with a tiny smile.
"Hey." Santana says back but with a big smile.
It's silent for the next few moments. Both of us just sitting there staring into each other's eyes.
"I'm gonna kiss you now." Santana says barely audible.
I nod cuz, hell yeah, I want to kiss her. She leans in and her lips press against mine. She takes my bottom lip between hers and sucking on it. A moan bubbles up my throat and out of me without any control. I can feel Santana smirk against my lips and then run her tongue along my bottom lip. My mouth falls open and she slips her tongue in. I moan louder as her tongue tangles with my own.
Santana's good hand comes up and cups my cheek and pulls us impossibly closer together. She runs her tongue along the roof of my mouth and I all but lose it.
My hands start to roam Santana's body. Up and down her side at first and then I slip my hand in underneath her shirt and caress the soft skin of her back.
In turn, Santana's hips start rolling into my lap. Her hand slips from my face down to my shoulder and she grips as best as she can to steady herself.
It's like my body has a mind of it's own. I don't blame it though there is a very sexy girl sitting in my lap. I start to rock with Santana. A back and forth sort of rhythm as her tongue drives me crazy as we make out.
Santana suddenly releases me and stands up. I watch as she undoes the button on her pants and then unzips the little zipper and pulls her pants down and steps out of them. When she is standing there in just her underwear I look up and she smirks at me and resumes her spot on my lap.
My hands go to her pants less ass and pull her into me and we start kissing again. I take control and slip my tongue into Santana mouth this time. She moans when I start rolling and massaging her tongue with my own. Santana starts rocking her hips into my lap again and it makes my head spin a little and a throbbing start between my legs.
"Britt." Santana whines when I move from her lips to her neck and start sucking at the skin there. I take the hint and slide my right hand from her backside around to the front of her underwear. With the lightest touch possible I slip my fingers over her underwear. I can feel how wet she is and wow. She bucks her hips into my hand as my fingers slide over her soaked underwear. I rub back up the length to the top to the elastic of her underwear. I pull my face away from her neck and look up to Santana. I wait until she opens her eyes and it takes her a few seconds but she eventually does. A silent conversation happens between us and she nods her head and gives me the okay. I slips my fingers into her underwear and Santana sucks in a deep breath and rests her forehead against mine.
I don't move my hand at first. I just marvel at this new feeling. But Santana's rolling her hips and I know I have to get to work. I put my free hand on the small of her back to hold her steady.
My fingers slip through her wet folds until I reach her center and slip into her. Santana moans as my fingers slide into her. I watch, I can't not, as she throws her head back, eyes closed tight, and grinds down onto my fingers. It's like the hottest thing ever.
Santana rocks down into my hand, my thumb presses to her clit. Her walls clench around my fingers and her whole body tenses as she falls apart. The hand I have on her back holds onto her as her orgasm hits her hard.
I few seconds pass and then Santana hunches forward. Her arms wrap around my neck and her head rests on my shoulder. I rub my hands up and down her back gently. I hear her sigh contently and it brings a small smile to my face.
Little feather light kisses are placed on my neck and Santana starts to wiggle a little against me.
I hold her tighter just because I don't know what else to do right now. Her lips make their way up to just below my ear. "It's your turn." She whispers seductively. A shudder runs through my body but I have other plans.
I reach for the remote and shut the tv off quickly. After it's off, I slide my hands under Santana ass and stand up, picking her up with me.
"Britt." She gasped, shocked at the sudden change. She clings to me.
"I'm not done with you yet." I tell her and carry her to my room and throw her down on the bed. She scoots up to the head of the bed and lays her head down on the pillow.
I kneel on the end of the bed, reach down, grab the bottom of my shirt, and pull it up over my head throwing it across the room somewhere. I don't really care what happens to it. I have my eyes on something else entirely. I fall forward onto my hands and crawl up the bed to Santana.
She is watching me the whole time. Her eyes follow my every movement. Her body responds accordingly. Her legs spread so that I can nestle down in between them. I rest on my elbows, my upper body hovering over hers. She's so beautiful it's almost too much to handle.
I lean in and kiss her. Gentle but full of passion. I try to convey every emotion I am feeling right now. The most predominant being love. I love the crap out of this woman and all I can hope is that she feels the same for me.
I slip my left hand up under her shirt and massage her breast. Santana moans softly into my mouth. Her hands slowly roam the bare skin of my back. I feel her finger fumble with the clasp of my bra and then it pops open. I lean back from kissing her and look down into her eyes. They're dark and I can see the love in them. She gulps and glances down at my chest. My bra hanging loose. I sit back so I can remove my bra completely. That's when it happens.
Before I know it I am on my back and Santana is straddling my hips. She reaches down and helps me remove my bra. Her eyes slowly roaming my chest. She smirks and whips her shirt over her head. Finally.
Santana is straddling me in just her bra and underwear and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Like hot damn.
She bends at the waist and her lips attach to my neck. Her warm, wet tongue glides over my skin from my collarbone all the way up to my ear.
Somewhere along the way my pants and underwear get removed. I'm not exactly sure when though.
"You too." I groan as Santana's lips and tongue pay careful attention to my chest.
"Wha?" She mumbles between kisses.
"Take- the rest- clothes- off." A pant. God, her tongue is like magic.
I feel her smirk against my hot skin. She pulls back and removes the remaining undergarments before leaning down and connecting our lips once again. Our naked bodies pressed together.
There's only more thing that I want from tonight. I reach down to her ass, and grab a cheek in each hand, and pull her into me. It does the trick cuz Santana moans into my mouth. "San." I mumble when she stops kissing me and starts canting her hips into mine. "Together." She opens her eyes and looks down at me. I get lost in her dark brown eyes but I know that she understands. She nods a teeny tiny little nod to confirm it.
I squeeze her ass and she rocks down into me and I buck my hips up into her our clits rubbing against each other.
It's not long before I'm about to explode. "San, close." She kicks it up into a higher gear, if that's possible. Faster. I arch up and she grinds down and then I am seeing stars. Santana follows seconds later.
I collapse onto the bed and Santana flops down next to me. I am trying to catch my breath and I'm sure she is too. Like, holy crap, that was amazing.
We are lying there, backs flat against the mattress, in a blissful post orgasmic state. I'm trying to catch my breath as my brain goes over what just transpired again.
The mattress shifts and Santana rolls over. Half of her body draped over mine with her left side pressed into the mattress. She wraps an arm over my stomach. It's perfect. I just stare up at the ceiling, probably with the dopiest grin on my face but I don't care.
I feel Santana inch closer and then her lips on my neck just under my ear. Just a little nibble.
"Guess I don't need to borrow something to sleep in tonight." Santana hums in my ear.
I giggle. "Guess not." I wrap my arm around her and pull her tighter to my own naked body.
There you have it. Let me know how I did. I am always nervous about writing sex scene.
I think there will be three or four more chapters in this story. I have some of it planned out but nothing is concrete yet.