A/N: Sorry for the delay... I wanted this chapter to be perfect and... I don't think you'll mind the wait too much after you read it. Also I'm upping the rating from now on so... just be aware. Adult-themes are headed your way ;)
For those who like visuals, here is Santana's dress: http:/ static. becomegorgeous. com / gallery /pictures /naya-rivera-fashion-style-becomegorgeous7. jpg
And here is Brittany's: http:/ cdn. blogs. sheknows. com /celebrityphotos .sheknows. com /2011 /01 /heather-morris. jpg
(Links are obviously with the spaces taken out)
Finally, see if you can spot the subtle Quinn joke/reference lol For those of you who watch SIMGM, it should be obvious. If you don't, to quote Naya: A) Kill yourself, B) As if! Lol
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'So... What are you gonna have?' Santana asked, peering over her menu at Brittany with a shy smile.
Brittany hadn't told her where they were going that night, just asked her to be ready by 7:30 and wait outside. Santana wasn't sure she liked not knowing exactly what they were going to do that evening but she complied nonetheless. Dressing in a simple blue, figure hugging dress and grey heels, she straightened her hair and made her way downstairs. She ignored the slightly suspicious look she got from her mother and threw her a quick goodbye as she strode out the door and proceeded to wait on her front porch.
Right on time, a taxi pulled up and Brittany poked her head out the window to give her a big smile. Santana couldn't help the flutter she felt as she climbed into the backseat beside the beautiful blonde. Brittany had on a short, black, one-shoulder dress that showed off her incredible, toned body and the loose curls of her golden side-pony tickled her pale shoulder. She looked gorgeous and surprisingly glamorous. Not that Santana didn't appreciate her quirky outfit when they went to the movies that time... or her casual, sporty, dancer attire. But it was clear that Brittany had obviously made an effort to get dressed up tonight and that made Santana nervous in the best way possible. The girl was trying to impress her. She wanted her attention. Almost as if they were going on a real date...
She dragged her eyes away from the perfect expanse of skin that was Brittany's neck and shoulders and bit her lip. 'Wow.' She breathed out. 'You look amazing.'
'Ditto.' Brittany giggled with a slight blush.
The cab driver took off again without being prompted and while they made the short drive to their destination, Santana and Brittany continued to exchange partially staggered, shy conversation. Santana hoped that subtle tension wouldn't last the whole night and that they would eventually be able to settle into the comfort of being in each other's presence once again. Although, the shift in atmosphere did seem to hint that something had changed for the better. The anticipation felt thick and uncontrolled and Santana wondered if Brittany shared her nervous excitement.
When they eventually pulled up at a quiet, candle-lit romantic restaurant, Santana was convinced. It was definitely a date. And Brittany's proud smile at her realization took her breath away.
'Maybe the chicken.' Brittany chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully as they sat across from each other in a cozy booth at the back of the restaurant.
'Hmmm.' Santana nodded and took a small sip from her wine. 'That does look good... But I think I'm going for the salad.'
Brittany smirked at her. 'Really? Salad? That's it?'
'Yeah...' Santana laughed. 'I'm not that hungry. And it sounds nice.' She shrugged.
'Uh-huh.' Brittany rolled her eyes. 'Well you better make sure you get enough energy from those leafy greens. We've still got the whole night ahead of us.'
'Is that so?' Santana quirked an eyebrow at the girl as she nodded cutely.
'Mhmm... I've got big plans.'
Santana did her best to contain the huge grin spreading across her lips. No girl had ever really taken her out like this and honestly, she couldn't wait to find out what Brittany had in store for them.
Once they'd put their orders in with the waiter, Brittany leaned back in her seat and smiled gently.
'Sorry if I was sorta quiet at lunch the other day. I really was happy to see you. I just had no idea that you were going to be there.' Brittany toyed with the fork in front of her absently.
'That's okay. I was pretty surprised to see you too...' Santana twisted her lips into an apologetic grin and lowered her head to watch Brittany through her eyelashes. 'Those sneaky boys really pulled a fast one on us hey?'
'It wasn't that fast. We were there for almost an hour.' Brittany deadpanned.
Santana wasn't sure if the girl was joking or genuinely confused. Either way, she found it completely endearing. 'I just meant they tricked us. You know, into meeting up with each other without knowing we were going to?' She explained with a kind smile.
'Oh. Yeah. I had no idea Blaine was so... enthusiastic about it.'
'Yeah me neither. I was actually kinda worried that he wouldn't want us to... uh... see each other.' Santana stammered, not wanting to get ahead of herself. 'I mean, he is Mike's friend and... yeah. It must be weird for him.'
'At first I wasn't sure if he'd even want to talk to me anymore... Then, he rang me and said that he was there if I ever needed to talk and...' Brittany shrugged. 'It was really good. Blaine didn't judge me and he was actually really supportive when I told him how I felt about things. He... said he knew there was something going on that day we all met at the coffee shop. You know, when we were talking in the bathroom...' She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth shyly as Santana nodded her acknowledgement. 'And he just said... I should follow my heart... And that he would tell Mike the exact same thing if the situation was reversed... because we both need to move on.'
'Is that what you're doing now? Following your heart?' Santana asked quietly, feeling her cheeks burn up at the intimate question. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that it probably didn't fit her plan of taking things slowly but... she just couldn't help it.
Brittany blushed and fiddled with her cutlery again before locking eyes with Santana sincerely. 'Yes.'
Santana felt her chest pulse at the revelation and bright smile spread across her face.
'I... I wasn't sure how to ask you... Because I've never really you know, asked anyone out before... and I didn't want to mess it up... But Blaine said that if I was sure, I should just go for it... So I did.' Brittany beamed.
'I'm really happy you did.' Santana giggled, suddenly feeling like she was 14 years old again and someone had just said I like you for the very first time.
'Me too.' Brittany grinned.
Santana shook her head and laughed. 'I'm definitely going to have to buy that guy a beer.'
Brittany just continued to smile that incredible, heart-stopping smile and leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on edge of the table. 'I wouldn't give him too much credit. I still planned everything.' She wiggled her eyebrows. 'Or maybe you'd rather be on a date with the wonderful Blaine?'
Santana was just about to make a smartass comment about how boys are boring and lame, when she felt the soft skin on the back of Brittany's foot very deliberately graze her calf and she almost jumped out of her seat. Her heart did a little skip and she felt an immediate tingle spread across her skin, all the way up to form a warm pink glow on the tips of her ears.
'Hmm?' Brittany tilted her head in question and raised her foot higher on Santana's leg.
'N-no... I want to be with you.' Santana breathed, her irises growing darker at Brittany's boldness.
'That's what I thought.' Brittany purred. What happened to the quirky, sweet Brittany from a few moments ago? Who was this unbelievably sexy woman currently teasing her underneath the table with smouldering blue eyes and a wicked smirk?
Santana didn't have too much time to think on the temporary shift in the blonde though as the waiter chose that moment to return with their meals and Brittany slyly removed her foot as if nothing had happened.
The rest of their dinner flowed along smoothly. Santana listened with great interest as Brittany told her about some of the new projects she was working on at dance school and she smiled reassuringly when the blonde expressed how she was glad that almost everyone was at least being polite with her now that some time had passed since the break up. Santana reached out and gently held her hand across the table as Brittany talked about how much she was missing her family... especially her little sister. And she laughed loudly as the girl regaled her with stories about the mischievous antics of the two cats she'd had back home.
By the time they finished eating and were onto their second bottle of wine, the waiter came back and offered them a dessert menu. Santana watched on fondly as Brittany bounced excitedly in her seat and ordered the chocolate soufflé, feeling her heart melt at the girl's childlike enthusiasm. She ordered the much less decadent lemon sorbet and while they waited for the boy to deliver their dessert, Brittany asked Santana endless questions about where she went to college and how she managed to put up with all the boring readings and assignments.
Brittany immediately stopped talking though once her food was placed in front of her, eyes lighting up eagerly before digging into the chocolate-y goodness.
'Mmmmm...' The blonde hummed in approval as she pulled another spoonful between her lips.
The sound made Santana shiver slightly and despite willing her mind not to go there, she couldn't help but be reminded of the similar noises she'd been privy to whilst kissing and biting at the skin of Brittany's neck. Shut up! This is not the right time to be thinking like that, she cursed internally.
However, Brittany only made things worse a few minutes later when her tongue darted out to collect a drop of chocolate sauce from her bottom lip. While she managed to clean off the bulk of it, a tiny amount remained on the corner of her mouth.
'You... uh... you still have some...' Santana gestured vaguely towards her own mouth.
Brittany cocked her head to the side as she lifted a finger to wipe the chocolate away but ended up missing completely. 'Gone?'
Santana shook her head and swallowed hard. She knew what she should do in this situation - what was appropriate. She should either continue to guide the girl with clumsy gestures and descriptions until Brittany finally managed to wipe off the smudge by herself... or, more daringly, reach across the table to dab the offending chocolate away with her napkin.
But instead, she threw the rulebook out the window and let her repressed urges take over. Without thinking about it, she took a deep breath and gave Brittany a timid smile before rising from her seat and scooting into the opposite side of the booth next to the blonde.
'Here.' Placing a soft hand on the girl's cheek, Santana pulled Brittany's face towards hers and slowly moved in to lick at the chocolate on the corner of her mouth.
Santana heard Brittany's sharp breath at the contact and would have smirked if she wasn't so nervous. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the blonde's eyes fell closed and she automatically leaned in, turning her head to the side to connect their lips.
'Are we all finished here ladies?' The extremely brief kiss was rudely interrupted when the over-zealous young waiter came back a final time to collect their dessert dishes.
Santana shot him an icy glare. 'We are now.' She growled, picking up Brittany's mostly empty plate and shoving it hard into his stomach. Is this fucking kid blind? If you see a couple kissing, do you really think to yourself 'Hey, now would be a good time to go clear their dishes?' Santana set her jaw bitterly as his eyes widened in fright and he mumbled something like an apology to her before scurrying away. Yeah. That's right. Run away. There's no way I'm tipping you now, you little cockblock.
Santana didn't stop glaring until the boy disappeared into the kitchen and the sound of Brittany's quiet giggling reached her ears. She turned back to the blonde, her face softening. 'What?'
'Nothing.' Brittany sucked her lips in, attempting to stifle her laughter. 'You're just... really cute when you're angry...'
Santana raised an eyebrow at her disbelievingly. 'Cute? I've been called a lot of things when I go into rage-mode but cute was never one of them.'
Brittany grinned and lifted a hand to touch Santana's cheek before pinching it lightly. 'Well I think it's super adorable... and hot.' She giggled again. 'And that kid was so scared, I seriously thought he was gonna wet his pants.'
Santana smirked at this proudly. 'That'll teach him for interrupting.'
'Mhmm... How dare he get in the way of our sweet lady kisses?'
Santana's lips curled into an amused smile. 'Sweet lady kisses?'
'Yeah...' Brittany grinned and reached under the table to lace their fingers together. 'It's got a nice ring to it. Don't you think?'
Santana beamed and nodded her agreement. 'Yeah.'
There was a slight pause as both girls just smiled at each other affectionately.
'So... ready for the next stop on our big night o' fun?' Brittany eventually asked.
'Ready and willing.'
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Even though Santana didn't like it one bit, Brittany insisted that she pay for dinner because that's what you do on a 'real date' and she wanted tonight to be special. The explanation (and some adorable pouting) was enough to win the brunette over eventually and she found herself blushing at the sweet gesture.
They left the restaurant hand in hand and once they were out on the sidewalk, Brittany hailed another cab to take them to their next destination. Santana tried not to speculate on where they were going as Brittany leaned over and whispered the address to the driver. She knew she would probably enjoy whatever the girl had planned simply because she was with her... but she couldn't help feeling some of her nerves return when the blonde glanced over at her with a mischievous smirk on her lips.
When they finally stopped, Santana frowned. It was nothing more than a dark doorway, wedged tight between two other buildings, and framed by a cursive silver neon sign. 'Salt?' She'd never even heard of the place before.
Brittany just grinned as she paid the driver and grabbed Santana's hand, dragging her out of the car and onto the street. The blonde greeted the large bouncer at the door with a friendly nod and he smiled in return. They obviously knew each other. He unhooked the generic red rope closing off the door and beckoned them inside.
They immediately ran into some stairs and as they climbed upwards, Santana briefly wondered what kind of place Brittany would frequent enough to be recognized by the door man. That was, until she heard the music.
'I hope you like Salsa dancing.' Brittany said loud enough to be heard over the throbbing Latin rhythm, smiling excitedly once they reached the top of the stairs.
Santana's mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she turned to stare at the blonde beside her. 'Are you serious?'
Brittany nodded eagerly and pulled her through the small crowd on the dance floor towards the bar.
'Two tequila shots please!' She announced to the bartender and watched as he grinned and began to prepare their drinks.
Santana took the opportunity to look around the small, dark club. There wasn't much to it really, a stage with a band, a few scattered tables set up around the edges of the dance floor... It wasn't anything special. In fact, apart from the band, dark lighting and coloured strobes, it almost reminded her of some of the awful extended family parties her parents had made her go to when she was younger. Except then, she would always sit in the corner and play cards with one of her cousins and just ignore whatever ridiculous dancing the adults were doing.
Now, watching all the couples moving smoothly and skilfully around the dance floor, she wished she'd at least tried to learn before. Did Brittany expect her to know all the steps? Santana mused that she had mentioned at least once before that her family was originally from Puerto Rico.
Swallowing hard, Santana turned back Brittany and gave her a hesitant smile as the girl handed her a shot. 'B... I can't dance.'
Brittany threw back her own drink and grimaced at the taste before shaking it off. 'What do you mean?'
'I told you... The Sexy Snix is pretty much the extent of my moves. Other than that... I'm useless.' Santana offered ruefully.
Brittany scrunched up her lips in thought. 'Listen... why don't you gulp down that shot and then we'll go out onto the dance floor and... I can show you how it's done.' She grinned.
Santana furrowed her eyebrows hesitantly.
'Aw! Don't look so scared San! It's easy.' Brittany poked her in the shoulder with a giggle. 'I'll be right there with you. I promise.'
'Okay.' Santana relented and gulped down her tequila. With a still burning throat, Brittany dragged her out into the crowd. Upon noticing Santana's darting eyes, she leaned in to whisper in her ear.
'Relax. No-one's watching us.' Brittany smiled softly and reached down to grasp her hands before lifting one onto her shoulder and holding the other out to the side of their bodies. 'Just follow me.'
Santana bit her bottom lip and tried to control the sudden increase in her heart rate as Brittany's other hand found her hip and squeezed it reassuringly.
She paid close attention as over the next few songs, Brittany counted out the beats and showed her some basic footwork. An hour and another two tequila shots later, the blonde dancer somehow had them spinning and moving freely to the music as they drifted around the floor. Santana wasn't sure if Brittany was just that good of a teacher that she'd managed to get her into the groove so quickly... or if the alcohol was making her feel as if she was dancing much better than she actually was... but either way, she was having a great time.
Every impish smile Brittany sent her way made her whole body blush and each time the girl pulled her close, she felt her heart skip a few dozen beats. The air was starting to get hot. Really hot.
'Are you okay?' Brittany shouted over the music.
'Yeah. I'm good.' Santana nodded vigorously, allowing her body to be manipulated completely by the gorgeous blonde dancer in front of her. Now that she didn't have to focus on her steps as much, Santana found her attention drifting elsewhere.
As Brittany tugged her forwards, her eyes were drawn to the girl's neck and she watched on mesmerized as a tiny bead of sweat trickled down her skin and fell into her cleavage. Her mouth went completely dry at the sight. She suddenly wanted to be that droplet of sweat, buried between Brittany's breasts, underneath her dress, trailing along her overheated body...
Santana blinked hard a few times and directed her eyes back to sparkling blue ones.
Fuck. She knows I was staring...
Santana's pulse began to race when a half smile pulled at the corner of Brittany's mouth and she drew her in closer, wrapping both her arms around the brunette's waist. She could feel their bodies pressed tightly together, soft curves melting into each other, and the sensation made her head spin. Her lips parted as her lungs demanded more oxygen. Santana had never wanted anyone or anything more in her life. The telling throb between her legs and the way her back arched desperately, trying to push further into Brittany's body told her all she needed to know.
Santana lifted both her hands to circle Brittany's neck as the girl's fingertips toyed at the small of her back. Her stomach jumped when the blonde suddenly leaned over to place a feather light kiss just below her ear and her knees started to feel weak when that kiss was followed by another and another, making their way slowly down to her collarbone. Brittany brushed a few strands of hair away from her skin and bit down gently.
'Brittany...' Santana shuddered. She knew she couldn't control herself much longer. Her skin was itching to be touched and her whole body ached to get closer, push harder, grab tighter. She was about half a second away from pulling the girl down into a frantic, furious kiss right in the middle of the crowded dance floor. And as hot as that was, she could think of much better, more private places for them to be right now.
'Do you wanna get out of here?' She felt more than heard as Brittany breathed hotly against her ear.
Santana nodded and allowed herself to be lead out of the club and into another cab outside. The blonde relayed her own address to the driver but Santana could barely hear it. Her ears were still buzzing from the loud music in the club and her eyes felt unfocused as she stared out the window.
Neither of them said a word throughout the whole drive. The tension in the air was thick and Santana found herself lost in fragmented, blurry thoughts that just wouldn't link up. When the car stopped, she couldn't even remember how they'd gotten there. And suddenly a thousand frantic questions overtook her consciousness. Should she kiss Brittany goodbye in the cab? Should she walk her to her door? Should she go inside?
And if she did... what was going to happen? After all those weeks of forcing down her instincts and natural urges, she wasn't sure she was in the right state of mind to control her own body anymore. And she certainly didn't want to rush things or push Brittany into something she wasn't ready for.
The thoughts were enough to make Santana space out again and when Brittany eventually called out to her, she noticed the girl was already standing outside the cab on the sidewalk.
'Are you coming in?' She asked cautiously.
Santana sucked in a deep breath and looked into her eyes. 'You want me to come in?'
'Yeah.' Brittany smiled shyly, reaching out a hand for her to take.
After another few moments of indecision, Santana took it and stepped out of the car with shaky legs.
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As Brittany spun around to close the door behind them and switch on the light in her apartment, Santana took a step forward to observe her surroundings. It wasn't a very big space, with a small kitchen area off to the right and a comfy but fairly worn-looking sofa sitting a bit further inside facing the tiny TV. She spotted a closed door to her left, which she assumed led to Brittany's bedroom. It was nothing like Kurt's apartment, none of the furniture seemed to match with the beige carpet or pale blue walls, there were no expensive appliances and it wasn't nearly as pristine (the sink held more than a few dishes and there were several items of clothing thrown haphazardly over the back of the sofa - which was also strewn with a number of brightly coloured pillows and a couple of magazines). But despite the eccentric decorating and minor untidiness, Santana realized that it immediately felt more like home than Kurt's place (or her own house) ever had.
It was totally Brittany. And it was perfect.
'Sorry about the mess.' Brittany dragged her bottom lip between her teeth with a slight blush. 'I guess I forgot to clean up before I left.'
Santana smirked. 'I love it.'
'You love mess?'
'No... I just mean...' Santana laughed at herself and turned to face Brittany more fully. 'It's nice... Sometimes when people's houses are too neat, I can get kinda uncomfortable... Like I'm afraid to touch anything in case I mess it up.' She smiled gently.
'I get that.' Brittany grinned back at her before glancing off towards the kitchen. 'Soo... did you want something to drink?'
Santana brushed an invisible speck from her dress and shook her head. Despite their drinking earlier in the evening, she felt completely sober... and with such a clear mind, all she could think about was the fact that they were alone, in Brittany's apartment, after going on the hottest, sweetest date ever... and she was insanely turned on... so much so that her fingers were prickling with the need to touch Brittany again. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold off from jumping the girl and it made her stomach lurch.
As Santana looked back up to catch flashing blue eyes watching her closely, she was reminded of the overpowering heat between them while they were dancing in the club and the feel of Brittany's lips ghosting over her neck. She shivered involuntarily.
'Are you cold?' Brittany titled her head to the side curiously.
Again, Santana shook her head and let a hesitant smile grace her lips.
'Are you sure?' Brittany took a step closer and lifted her hands to run up and down Santana's arms.
Reflexively, Santana's eyes closed at the touch and she released a shaky breath.
'Because I could warm you up...' Brittany leaned in close and whispered against her lips, drawing forth another shudder from the brunette.
'Brittany...' Santana began, opening her eyes again. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to say to the girl... her tone was somewhere between a desperate whine and a warning. She could sense that her control was wavering and with the blonde standing so close and acting so damn flirty, she was right on the edge of breaking.
Brittany didn't respond though. She simply slid her hands up Santana's arms and rested her fingers on the back of her neck, tracing light patterns on the sensitive skin she found there and pausing for a single, teasing moment before abruptly closing the short distance between their bodies and capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
All of the build up, all of the tension suddenly exploded in Santana's chest and sent tidal waves of emotional release through her entire body, causing her to grasp the blonde hips and drag her body in closer with a sharp breath. A muffled whimper escaped from Brittany's mouth as she tugged the girl's bottom lip between her teeth in response and she felt her eyes roll back into her head at the sound.
Pushing things further, Brittany's fingers moved up to grasp more firmly at the back of Santana's head while her tongue traced over soft, pouty lips, seeking entrance. Santana instantly complied, melting into the embrace as their tongues met; sliding together urgently, and sending sparks across her skin.
Santana swallowed a groan at the amazing sensation and fought down the overwhelming need to get closer to Brittany. The world seemed to be slipping away faster than she could find her grip and she was starting to worry that soon, all that would be left was her desire for the girl in front of her. No thoughts, no hesitations, no cares for the consequences of her actions... just urges. Needs.
And that was seriously dangerous territory in her mind.
'Britt...' Santana whispered between increasingly hurried kisses. She suddenly became aware that her hands had left Brittany's hips and were now roaming uncontrolled over her ass and lower back. 'Wait...'
'What?' Brittany asked, only half-paying attention. Her mouth left Santana's and went down to her neck, biting and sucking on the over-heated skin fervently.
'I... ugh...' Santana breathed out hard as the blonde's hot mouth latched on to a particularly responsive area just above her collarbone and sucked hard. It made her whole body tingle and the steady throb between her legs intensify tenfold. 'Fuck...' Santana reached up to hold Brittany's head in her hands and reconnected their lips in a quick kiss, needing to have the blonde's attention. Through uneven breaths, she nuzzled at Brittany's nose with her eyes still closed. 'We... maybe we should... wait?'
'Why?' Brittany questioned, her own breathing sounding just as fast and unsteady. 'I want you so much Santana... I don't wanna wait anymore.'
Santana couldn't deny the pang of arousal she felt hearing Brittany say that she wanted her. She bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head slightly to try and regain some form of clarity. She didn't want to rush into anything Brittany wasn't ready for. She didn't wanna screw this up.
Santana had obviously taken too long to respond though, as her thoughts were cut off by her own surprised sigh when Brittany's lips found her earlobe and nipped at the soft flesh. The hands in her hair tangled into dark locks further, tugging her forward roughly. Her head was spinning. She knew she was ready. She'd been ready for months. Brittany was everything she ever wanted and more.
But was this really the right time?
Brittany groaned into her neck when Santana's hands dropped back down, groping at the firm curve of the blonde's ass and pressing their hips together. She couldn't think anymore. Everything was becoming far too hazy and her pent up sexual frustration was starting to win. Right time or not, she just didn't have the self-control to stop this moment. Brittany wanted her... so Brittany would have her.
As Brittany pulled at the fabric of her dress, inching it away from her shoulder to access more of her skin, Santana's hands moved to release the zipper on the blonde's dress. The creaking sound of it being dragged open pierced the relative silence and Brittany stilled, lifting up to meet her eyes. The blonde's cheeks were flushed and her lips parted slightly. Santana could felt her heartbeat thrumming against her chest and she was sure Brittany felt it too. Seconds ticked by like hours and when that strange magnetic pull forced their lips to rejoin in another furious kiss, Santana found herself being dragged forward and one of the girl's hands had left her body to fumble with the doorhandle behind her.
Her heart leapt almost painfully at the realization. Brittany was taking her into the bedroom. There was no going back now.
They stepped out of their shoes and fell back onto the bed with a quiet thump before shuffling up towards the pillows together, Brittany shimmying out of her dress and kicking it to the floor as they exchanged hot, desperate kisses along the way. Her hands were quick to find the bottom of Santana's dress and without more than a moment's hesitation, began tugging the clingy fabric up, past her hips and eventually over her head.
Both girls whimpered as their burning skin met for the first time, legs entwining and fingers searching with abandon across toned stomachs and sides. Their heartbeats seemed to pound in unison, reaching out to each other like an echo where their chests met. Santana felt a strong twinge in her core as Brittany's thigh managed to slip between her own and pressed into her. In response, she lifted a hand where it was grasping at the blonde's hip and drew it up slowly, tickling along her ribs before covering her bra-clad breast.
Brittany arched her back up into the touch and detached their lips to throw her head back into the pillow. 'God...'
Santana's heart surged at the barely audible whisper. She almost couldn't believe that it was her causing this reaction in Brittany, it was her making the girl squirm and claw at her back. She couldn't stop herself as she ground her hips down into the body beneath her, dragging her own thigh over Brittany's center.
Her head fell to the crook of Brittany's neck when her elbows faltered under her own weight. She took advantage of the position to return the blonde's earlier kisses and bites and received a series of soft whining noises and breathy sighs in return. Even through the thin layer of her underwear, Santana could feel the enticing heat emanating from Brittany's core on her thigh, and just the thought of what lay beneath made her hips twitch in anticipation.
Brittany's hand reached around to unhook her bra and Santana, half-dazed, complied willingly as the item fell from her body. The feel of the blonde's hands palming at her bare breasts was like fire, searing her skin and setting her whole body ablaze. She whimpered and arched and sighed and was caught completely off guard when the girl skilfully flipped them over.
Before Santana even knew what was happening, Brittany had straddled her hips and was leaning back to remove her own bra. Staring up at the beautiful blonde above her, her fingers trailed lightly over the girl's firm stomach muscles and across the tops of her thighs. Brittany shivered in response and through the partial darkness; Santana could have sworn she saw a smirk play across the girl's lips.
Her suspicions were confirmed as her own fingers began to toy unconsciously at the waistband of Brittany's underwear and that smirk transformed into a smug grin. The blonde swiftly manoeuvred her body to the side and kicked off the offending item with surprising grace.
It was only then that Brittany showed the smallest hint of shyness, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment before reaching over to snap Santana's underwear playfully. 'You too.' She whispered with a cheeky smile.
Santana felt a bashful grin creep up onto her own lips as Brittany helped her out of her underwear. She just couldn't understand how someone so adorable could also be so sexy and confident at the same time. It was insane.
When they were both completely naked, Brittany pushed Santana back to the bed and shifted so that she was on top again.
Santana was left breathless as Brittany took control. The girl's body rocked back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace, rubbing their bare breasts together, while her hips pressed forward and ground down into her firmly. Santana had never experienced anything so hot before and was more than a little surprised that Brittany, the girl she'd thought to be so innocent and sweet and pure, was suddenly taking her so boldly and completely. She had all the power.
Santana could do nothing but dissolve into a quivering mess, her muscles shaking and twitching as every cell in her body responded to Brittany's thrusts. When the blonde eventually dropped a hand between their bodies to pinch lightly at Santana's nipple, she let out a low, unrestrained groan and dug her fingernails into Brittany's ass. She could feel the girl's wetness coating her thigh as they moved together and was sure that her own body's reactions were giving away just as much.
'Fuck Britt...' She panted, the heat enveloping and firing every nerve in her body.
Brittany hummed and lowered her body to take Santana's nipple into her mouth. The warm heat covering her oversensitive bud made Santana squeak and her hips jutted up instinctively. She barely even noticed the fingers dancing across her stomach until they moved low enough to send a sharp quiver through her center.
She glanced down briefly but Brittany had her eyes closed, tongue swirling and mouth sucking at Santana's left breast. The fingers kept moving lower and lower and when Brittany moved back up to capture Santana's lips in another passionate kiss, they finally dropped into her heat and brushed lightly against her clit.
Santana whimpered sharply into Brittany's mouth and moved her own hand instinctively between the blonde's legs, needing to feel the girl above her as much as she needed to be felt. Brittany let out her own muffled moan when Santana's fingers connected with her slick core and they began to circle each other's clits in unison as their bodies arched and twisted into each other. Santana couldn't remember ever feeling anything as soft and hot in her entire life. It was like heaven.
And when Brittany slipped a finger inside of Santana, her heart lurched and she mimicked the action automatically. Even though her brain was begging her to take a moment to revel in the feeling of being inside of Brittany, and of having the girl so close to her, her body demanded her to go faster, harder, push closer towards release.
They began a frantic, almost messy rhythm, fingers thrusting and hips grinding as their muffled moans and whimpers mixed in the air. Brittany's lips were right next to her ear and Santana didn't miss a single one of her wonderful sounds. Each tiny gasp and sharp breath was guiding her movements and pushing her own body closer to the edge.
After some initial shakiness, they managed to find a steady pace and their breathing fell in sync, each adding a second finger when the need for more became apparent. They were pressed tightly together and the friction of Brittany's hand against her clit was making it more and more difficult for Santana to hold on. She was already so tense, she could feel her insides constricting and her body teetering right on the edge.
Focusing hard on Brittany's sounds and movements, she tried to gauge whether the blonde was also close. The way the girl's hips were jerking and her muscles were clenching around her fingers, she knew it wouldn't be long... so she increased her pace, made tighter, more concentrated circles on Brittany's clit with her own thumb and bit down on the girl's pale shoulder.
The reaction was almost instant. Brittany tensed above her and held her breath. Time seemed to stop as Santana worked double time and when she felt Brittany begin to pulse around her fingers and she heard her groan into her ear, she felt her own orgasm come crashing down on her. Wave after wave flowed through her body as the tight coil released inside of her, the exquisite pulsing sensation extending right down to the tips of her toes. Fireworks shot off behind her eyes and her chest constricted as they fell over the edge close together, gasping and writhing and shaking.
When Brittany's body finally collapsed on top of her, Santana could hear her heartbeat in her ears. A series of tiny aftershocks made her legs twitch and she felt the blonde grinning against her cheek before peppering kisses over her jaw and at the corner of her mouth.
A few long minutes of silence passed as they waited for their breathing to return to normal and when Santana shivered against the cool air hitting her slightly damp, sticky skin, Brittany sat up a bit to look down at her.
'Covers?' She whispered, smiling and dropping a kiss onto her nose and then another on her lips.
Santana nodded and gave the girl a feeble grin. Every muscle in her body felt drained of energy and she was sure that she fit the description 'weak as a kitten' perfectly in that moment.
They both carefully disconnected from each other's bodies before shuffling around so that they could climb beneath the sheets. Once they were under, Brittany quickly curled up into Santana's side, her head resting on her shoulder and an arm and a leg wrapped across her body. The brunette sighed contentedly and began lovingly stroking her hair.
Santana had a million thoughts that demanded her attention, a million concerns for everything they'd just done... But she didn't speak. She was exhausted. She'd just had the most intense orgasm of her entire life, with Brittany, the girl she had been waiting for, pining over for months... the girl she was now sure she was in love with... And nothing could change that.
So she closed her heavy eyes and allowed the blonde's quiet breathing and the steady rhythm of her heart, lull her to sleep.
