authors note: I truly hope this satisfies you.
disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
Brittany still isn't back yet. Or maybe she is and my vision is too fuzzy to pick her out amongst the group. "Britt Britt," I whine into my glass and I hear a few giggles from beside me.
"I think she's still talking to Sandy," Betty answers rubbing my shoulder.
"Oh god," I say a little too loudly, "whose Sandy? Is she prettier than me, will Britt leave me for her?"
"Sandy is a dude," Celeste answers with a roll of her eyes, "he's not the least bit attractive, you have nothing to worry about." I feel like Celeste was trying to come off rude but in the end gave me a sweet compliment. I shake my head because the alcohol is obviously heightening my emotions.
"What are you like in bed?" Monica asks seriously, taking a straw between her lips slowly. My eyes follow her humongous lips and I blink rapidly until I'm able to see the outlines of objects and people.
"I don't know about me, but I guess you all know what Brittany is like in bed huh?" I blurt out and a roar of laughter emits throughout the group. I feel a few pats on the shoulder.
"This girl is hilarious," Amber comments through hysterical laughter. My laughter dies quickly though and my eyes start to tear up, causing my vision to blur again.
"Oh god," I weep, placing my hand dramatically on my forehead.
"Weepy fucking drunk," Celeste mutters under her breath as she takes a sip of her beer. My head whips up to meet her gaze but she isn't look my way so I snap my fingers clumsily, my arm swinging in the air.
"You have a terrible attitude," I yell across the table and Cassie quickly stands up to put herself between me and Celeste. I wouldn't do anything to ruin tonight, Brittany is counting on me. It's not my fault Celeste is all laughing one minute and then a complete bitch the next.
"Let's be nice ladies; she's Brittany's girlfriend," Betty chimes in and we all quiet down. I stare at the flashing lights going off in the other room and I make my way passed everyone.
"I'm dancing," I say, twisting my head around, "anyone wanna join?" I quirk an eyebrow towards the girls. They all shrug and finish their drinks, grabbing each other's hand to follow me onto the dance floor. I grin and close my eyes when I find a free space amongst everyone. My arms fly up in the air and I spin around, enjoying the buzz in my head that's starting to electrify my entire body.
"Go Santana!" One girl screams. I'm unable to figure out who said it with my eyes closed but I don't care as the beat overwhelms my senses. I feel two hands on my waist and I run my fingers over them, smiling immediately when I recognize the smooth skin. I turn around and lock eyes with Brittany and she grins down at me, licking her lips as her hands glide over my stomach.
I release a moan and place my hand on the back of her neck. Her grin fades and we stare at each other with complete lust, knowing exactly what we both crave. Brittany whimpers when I lean up and kiss her firmly. Because we're dancing so fast our kiss is sloppy at first, but Brittany holds me still so she can dip her tongue in my mouth. I groan and use my hands to grasp her hair and bring her closer.
"I missed you," I whisper breathlessly when we pull back.
"I know, I missed you more," she husks and dips her head to kiss down my jaw. My eyes fall shut again and I realise we've completely stopped dancing. Brittany's right leg is between mine and she brings her thigh up to rub against my pussy painfully slow.
"Oh," I breathe, tilting my head to the side to give her lips more access. She opens her mouth and places wet kisses down my throat, humming as she does so and the noise vibrates against my skin.
Her tongue pokes out and swirls against my skin, sliding lower to wet my collarbone. She nips gently and it feels like each bite is a whip against my skin because of how much the alcohol is heightening everything.
My fingers play with the light blonde hairs on the back of Brittany's neck and I buck my hips to gain friction. I pause when I'm halfway up her thigh and wiggle my hips a bit, my clit throbbing with want. Brittany laughs in my ear, "you're soaked babe."
We aren't even supposed to be doing this in public but as long as it's not sex, naked from head to toe, I'll keep grinding. Brittany suddenly lifts her leg, her knee jolting up against my pussy and my eyes widen comically. I don't voice my desire, instead I just tighten my hold around her neck and try to hold our position for as long as possible.
There's a tap on Brittany's shoulder and she reluctantly pulls back. We both stare at Monica who leans in to whisper something to us. "Party at Cassie's house, you two love birds in?" Brittany turns to me and quirks an eyebrow, silently asking if I'd like to go. I catch my breath and nod. Monica tells us to follow her out of the two crowded room and we end up on the cold street.
"We'll meet you there," Cassie squeals in delight as she and the rest of the girls start walking down the street. Brittany grabs my hand and pulls me to her car. I'm barely able to keep my eyes off her as she bites her lips and smirks. I know she wants to be alone with me again, I do too. I can see the longing look in her eyes every time our gazes meet.
I dig my nails into my thighs to keep me from touching her and it works the entire ride over to Cassie's. Brittany cuts the engine and turns to me, her lids half covering her blue eyes. "How much did you drink at the bar?"
I rack my brain for a number, eventually shrugging when I can't remember. Brittany reaches over the centre console and caresses my cheek. "No more okay?" I nod quickly, because I don't think I could last half an hour at this party if I drink some more. I know I ordered a couple more drinks after Brittany left. Theresa was the one to pick them for me. So with all those mixed drinks in my system I doubt my small frame could handle any more.
"I love you," I blurt out suddenly and Brittany tilts her head, sending me a half smile.
"I love you too baby," she whispers back, leaning forward to give me a small kiss. When she pulls back my lips chase after hers but she shakes her head. "Come on."
I guess you could say Puckerman's parties suck in comparison to this one. Brittany locks our fingers together as she leads me through the front door and into the huge castle-like living room. The furniture has been shifted to rest against the walls and there is a light up dance floor in the centre. I notice Celeste and Amber speaking, well shouting, in the corner of the room. Cindy is downing 10 shots in a row without even wincing and I turn to Brittany with a lazy smile.
"This is awesome," I whisper. She giggles and leads me further into the party where we notice a few guys all huddled around the kitchen counter.
"Brandon!" Brittany squeals. She pulls me towards him and my heads starts to spin as we speed up. I look towards the ground and blink a few times before I hear my name being mentioned among their conversation.
"She's sexy!" Brandon says, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.
"He's in gay porn," Brittany notifies me in my ear. I nod slowly, careful not to get a head spin again. She notices my struggle and cups my cheeks so I look at her. "You good?"
"Yeah," I breathe, giving her a weak smile. She leans forward and peppers kisses along my cheek which gets me to giggle embarrassingly.
"If you want to go just tell me," she says seriously. I nod and peck her lips. She grabs a bottle of whiskey and scans the label. I turn around, letting my eyes travel to all the different kinds of people. Some of the women are really short and thin, while others have a more masculine quality about them. One girl turns to her side to speak to another and my eyes bulge, noticing how big her ass is.
"Oh my god I need to show you the ring Pete gave me," Brandon exclaims, flailing his hands in the air dramatically. Brittany and I both giggle and follow him to an empty room, where he unzips a black leather bag and pulls out a small velvet box. "I didn't want to wear it tonight in case I lost it," he flips the lid of the box up and I'm blinded by the bling. "How beautiful is it?" He asks excitedly, bouncing on his toes.
"That's incredible Brandon!"
"Holy shit," I murmur and Brandon laughs. He squeezes my shoulder and looks between Brittany and I.
"This one's a keeper." He nods his head in my direction. Brittany winks at me and I smirk back. Brandon places the ring away just as two girls come stumbling into the room.
"Whoa," Amber exasperates, sliding the sweaty tresses away from her face. "Didn't know there was a threesome going on here."
Brandon rolls his eyes and moves passed us. "Come on Britt, Derek is here."
Brittany turns to me and whispers, "you can rest in here if you need too, I'll be right back." I nod as she kisses my forehead gently and then walks out of the room, leaving Amber, Celeste and I alone.
"Um," I mumble softly, moving backwards to sit on the bed. I stare down at my feet, unsure of what the hell I'm doing or thinking because my brain is still fuzzy. I clench my eyes shut when I feel a groan tickle my throat and threaten to spill from my lips. I actually think I'm the source of the throaty groan until I open my eyes and witness Amber pressing Celeste up against the wall near the door.
"Oh yeah tease that pussy," Celeste moans. I quickly stand off the bed and accidentally step on someone's bag, causing Celeste to stare at me through hooded eyes and smirk. Amber pulls back from sucking on the taller brunette's neck and twists her neck around to face.
She has a lazy grin on her face and licks her lips. "Ever had a threesome?"
I shake my head quickly and race towards the door. "No thank you," I mutter, running outside and closing the door behind me with a thud. I scan the room for any sign of Brittany but I don't see her anywhere. I notice the back door slightly open and consider she might have gone outside. I need fresh air anyway so I make my way to the glass door and slide it the rest of the way open.
I look around and realise that no one is even out here. With a frustrated sigh I sit down on the porch and stretch my legs out. I hunch forward and close my eyes, taking in slow easy breaths. I shouldn't have drank so much, maybe then I'd have the energy to go looking for Brittany. I sniffle and feel tears flooding my eyes but I hold them back. I don't even know why I'm crying right now. I guess Celeste was right; I am a weepy drunk.
I hear the door slide open behind me but I'm too tired to turn around. There a light footsteps and a shadow beside me. "What are you doing out here?" I turn my head slightly and roll my eyes when I notice Celeste staring quizzically at me.
My vision and head start to clear up and I feel a little more sober than before. "Just getting fresh air."
"Cool," Celeste replies casually. I watch her lean back on her hands and stare out into the backyard, her eyes glazing over as she thinks. "You probably had this image of what a porn star's life is like right?" I only just shrug a shoulder so she continues. "We like sex, that's the whole reason we do it in the first place, well," she shrugs, "and because of the money. It's not like we envisioned this type of life when we were little girls, I mean I pictured myself in films."
She turns to me and I nod so she knows I'm at least paying attention. "I love girls, everything about them," she licks her lips in thought, "I know Brittany loves her job but I can understand why she would give it up for you."
"She's not giving it up for me she's just choosing to quit," I say sharply.
Celeste laughs, "all right, no need to get defensive." I bring my legs up to wrap my arms around them, burying my chin behind my knees. "I just know that if I fell in love I would do the same, unless my girlfriend enjoys what I do and has no problem with it."
"I have no problem with what you do, it's your life," I sigh.
"Yeah you might not but I hear you come from a small town and I know that people like to talk in small towns."
I pinch my lips together and nod. "I don't care what they say, Brittany's taught me to ignore it because our love is stronger than any of their harsh words," I exclaim proudly.
For the first time I see a genuine smile grace Celeste's lips and she seems impressed. "Sorry for giving you a hard time before kid, I'm actually jealous of Brittany for going after what she wants."
"It's okay," I mumble.
"Hey girls," Brittany breathes behind us. I whip my head around and grin. I can't believe I didn't hear her. Celeste takes that as her cue to leave and stands up, patting my shoulder as she goes. Brittany and her share a smile then she comes to sit beside me. "Hey," she mumbles again, leaning in to kiss me.
I breathe in deeply and rest my fingers against her jaw. She hums against my lips, pulling back to give me a satisfied smile. "Where were you?" I ask.
"A lot of people missed me," she laughs, "some of them didn't even know I was leaving." My eyebrows shoot up in response and she nods.
"Whoa, how did they handle it?"
"Who cares," she grins, "I found you." Brittany tangles our fingers together and says we should get going. I nod in agreement, attempting to suppress a yawn but failing. Brittany flicks my lips and grins. "Tired?" I nod weakly and she places an arm around my waist.
Theresa greets us in the kitchen and pouts when Brittany informs of her that we have to go. I receive a hug from all of Brittany's friends that aren't preoccupied and then wish Brandon all the best for his wedding.
"You have to come back and visit," Cassie says, squeezing me into a hug.
"We will," I promise her, my words coming out a little strained. Brittany laughs and eventually we make it to the car and drive back to her apartment. I feel my eyes flutter closed and Brittany carries me like a baby all the way to her apartment.
She gently rests me on the bed and pulls the covers over me. "Go to bed," she whispers, lightly kissing my forehead. I groan and turn over,feeling the heaviness of sleep take over me.
Images of Brittany flash in my mind before I'm startled awake. My eyes blink the darkness away and soon enough I see the silhouette of objects around me. I stare beside me and notice the empty spot Brittany should be occupying.
When I turn my head and squint towards the sofa, I see Brittany sitting down, her back hunched over and her head in her hands. I pull the sheet off me and approach her quietly. Her head lifts up and she sighs. "Did I wake you?"
"No," I shake my head then notice the boxes beside the door. "You packed?"
"I didn't want to have to do it tomorrow, I want to spend time with you," she says quietly and we share a small smile. Brittany licks her lips and lets her eyes travel down my body. I look down and realise that I took off my dress and now I'm just in my underwear. My cheeks instantly heat up but I don't feel as uncomfortable as I used when Brittany would eye me hungrily.
"Did you enjoy tonight?" She asks, her eyes glued to my torso. I nod my head and step forward, running my hands through her hair then cupping her face in my hands.
"Yeah," I whisper back barely audibly. Brittany finally looks up at me and her eyes are only half open. She purses her lips and sits back as I move forward to straddle her on the couch. Brittany bites her bottom lip anxiously. Her fingers creep up my thighs to rest on my waist. I press my front down against Brittany and she squirms slightly, her hands grasping my hips to pull me forward. I lean down and Brittany meets me halfway, pressing her lips softly against mine. I exhale shakily through my nose, pulling Brittany back with me then grinding down on top of her.
She groans into my mouth and I moisten my lips before kissing her again, more forcefully this time. My tongue slides carelessly against Brittany's, our mouths opening wider as we switch the kiss. Brittany's hands fall to my ass and she pushes me closer to her, my panties starting to soak through and I'm pretty sure Brittany feels that. "Fuck," Brittany breathes as she pulls back. I shuffle backwards a little and push Brittany's head falls back gently so she's laying down with her head resting on the back of the sofa. She bites her lip, staring at me through hooded, curious eyes.
I lift up her shirt and throw it to the floor. Thank god she isn't wearing a bra. My hands cup her breasts and I massage them until her eyes are fully closed and her head is swaying against the sofa in satiation. "Mm," I moan, leaning down to press my lips to her left nipple and feel it stiffen in my mouth as my tongue flickers over it repeatedly. I close my eyes and hum against her breast, sucking it deep between my lips. It pops out of my mouth and I look up to see Brittany's eyes still closed, but there's a lazy smile on her lips.
My mouth closes over her other soft nipple, biting it playfully and swirling my tongue on top of it. Brittany's breathing picks up and one of her hands moves around to cup my pussy. She gasps at the wetness she discovers and immediately sits up, bringing my head up to face her to capture my lips again.
She suddenly slides forward so her ass is on the edge of the sofa. Then in one swift motion she lifts me up and carries me over to the bed, my legs firmly wrapped around her waist. She drops me flat onto the covers and I grin up at her. She licks her lips slowly and then grips my thighs, pulling me forward so my pulsating core collides with the front of her body and I can lock my ankles around her again.
"Fuck you're so sexy," I murmur, biting the tip of my pointer finger. Brittany basically growls at me and then lifts me up again so I'm wrapped around her. She pushes her tongue between my lips, sliding it along the roof of my mouth and I moan loudly. My fingers pull at her hair until she's hissing, causing her to break away from the kiss and sit down on the bed with me on her lap.
I decide to take over, pushing her forcefully back on the bed and leaning down to pepper wet kisses on her chest. "Mm, Santana." I watch her stare at me as I lick down between the valley of her breasts all the way to the waist band of her shorts. I lean up and pull her shorts and underwear down, discarding them without paying much attention. The street light outside provides the tiniest bit of light, allowing me to revel in Brittany's extraordinary crystal blue orbs. I lean down again, my lips hovering just above hers.
"I'm going to make you feel so good." My hair falls down and curtains her face but she quickly scoops it all up and pulls it away. I watch her throat move as she swallows hard, her eyes staring deeply in to mine. I'm aware she's trying to convey a silent message to me - something to do with trust. It causes me to think of the comment she made on that porn video we watched. Was she faking it with me? Does she trust me to make her feel so good that she won't have to force the noises of pleasure out of her mouth? "Have you ever faked it with me?" I ask with caution.
She doesn't seem at all fazed by my question, she just brushes her thumb across my cheekbone and parts her lips. "You can't fake love Santana. This is real and rare; you can't fake something like this."
I release a shaky breath but Brittany leans up and steals it with her lips. She softly moves them against mine, tilting her head to massage and caress my mouth.
I pull back after I run out of breath, kneeling so she can move further onto the bed with her head resting on a pillow. "Make love to me," she whispers into the dark, her hand running down my cheek. I kiss her palm and then move back so I can bend down, my face hovering an inch above her sex. I slide my fingers into my mouth to moisten them and notice Brittany once again watching my every move. I hold her gaze as the tips of my fingers run up and down her already wet pussy, stopping at her clit to add pressure to the sensitive nerves.
Her body rolls into my fingers, effectively intensifying my touch. I spread her folds, pout my lips and blow out air against her entrance. She whines, cupping her own breasts and squeezing them for something to hold on too. I part her soaking lips enough that I can dip my tongue inside her, my body immediately relaxing as the taste of Brittany enters my mouth. I then slide my tongue all the way up to her clit and use my fingers to run deep inside of her, the fleshy walls instantly reacting to my digits.
Her legs, unsure of how to react, bend and stretch. I look up and notice the frown line on Brittany's forehead and how her eyes are narrowed, her mouth fully open and releasing sharp puffs of air. She eventually holds her legs up so her feet are almost touching her head. My eyes roll backwards and I groan against her pussy. I place open mouth kisses on her clit and pump my fingers faster, curling the tips when they disappear completely.
"Oh yeah," she whines as I shake my tongue against her clit. Her breathing now resembles more of a pant; agonizing and heavy. I repeatedly bob my head up and down, my tongue pounding on her clit as my fingers match the pace.
Her thighs begin to quiver and I pause my movements to suck on the throbbing nub. "D-Don't stop, Santana, I'm s-s-so close," she stammers. I work my fingers harder inside of her, only pulling out to taste her a couple times then dive them straight back in. She releases a high pitched squeal of delight when there's another finger involved. I watch her mouth form an 'o' shape, her hand blindly reaching for something. Brittany weakly raises her back off the bed, her elbows propping her body up. "Ugh god," she groans loudly.
I rotate my tongue in circles, effectively causing her entire body to shake and her stomach tense. Her inner walls tighten around my fingers and she collapses back on the bed heavily, her body in spasm with the final inch of desire left coursing through it, before sitting back up and tugging on my hair.
"I'm c-c-cumming, fu-uck," her voice is barely audible as she sits up and pulls me against her, bringing our lips together. While we kiss I feel her body jolt every so often. I hold her thighs to relax her and run my thumbs in circles around her skin. Brittany pulls back, licking her lips to taste herself. She then wraps her legs around my body and flips me on my back roughly. I hear her giggle as she leans down to kiss me again. I smile into the kiss and rake my hands up her back, my nails pressing into soft skin.
She dips her head and sucks on my pulse point, bruising my neck over and over again. I almost want to yell at her for that because the previous love bites had almost completely faded away. But they're from Brittany and I kind of want them to remain on my neck forever. Brittany's hand cups my cheek and pulls me up so I'm sitting, she then moves around me so I'm in front of her. I lift my ass up when I feel her tug on my underwear, pulling it down and throwing it off the bed. She then unhooks my bra, throwing it onto the pile of unwanted barriers between skin on skin. "Get on your knees," she husks in my ear. I obey her immediately because fuck she's sexy when she's demanding. She presses her naked body against mine, her breasts pushing up against my shoulder blades. My head lulls backwards and leans on her chest. Her left hand cups one of my boobs, while the other travels down my stomach towards my pulsating pussy.
She palms my sex and rubs the heel of her hand hard against my clit. "Ugh," I let out a strangled moan and arch my sex into her hand. She licks up my neck to my jaw line and bites on my skin causing me to hiss loudly, mouth wide open and lips quivering.
Brittany dips her hand lower and her fingers become drenched before she even makes it to my entrance. She teases my nipple between two fingers and then cups my cheek to turn my head towards her. Our eyes lock and I pant into her mouth. She enters one fingers and my face scrunches up. She enters another finger straight after and Brittany cuts off my moan with a kiss.
Our lips slide against each other's lazily and I have to pull back everyone her fingers enter me deeper. When she removes her fingers she taps my clit and I shiver. She smirks into our next kiss, her tongue gliding around my mouth. My hands hold her thighs tightly but as she slows down the kiss;creating a more sensual rhythm. I can't help but grasp the back of her head and press her lips harder against mine.
She pulls back with a pop and I gasp her name. "Britt!" Her fingers slide in and out faster, the tips of them curling and hitting a sensitive nerve. I inhale sharply when she holds her fingers inside of me and flicks them around. She leans forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth, causing me to whimper and cry out in pleasure as I taste the blood and feel her digits work even faster. My hand that was holding her head falls limp by my side and I release unsteady breaths as I feel myself on the verge of collapsing.
Brittany presses her nose against the side of my face, breathing heavily. "Cum for me baby," she whispers. My lips contort as my head falls back again and my hand grabs hers and slows her fingers down, my thighs throbbing, my clit throbbing and my whole body convulsing as the orgasm takes over.
Brittany peppers light kisses across my face and removes her fingers, bringing them to her lips for a taste. I moan and fall back against the sheets. Brittany's quick to follow and she tangles our legs together, her hand running along the side of my body sending a whole new wave of tingles straight through me. The tingles twitch at my core and I slowly grind against her thigh. She gasps and leans forward to kiss me. I weakly rub my soaking pussy against her skin, sliding easily along her thigh as my wetness spreads. She sucks on my tongue and then grips my thigh, pressing me harder against her.
"Oh San," she breathes. I nip at her lips and continue rolling my body into her. She recoils into the crook of my neck and lifts my thigh to spread my legs wider. My arms snake under hers and I palm her lower back. When I rub faster, it doesn't take long until my body is shuddering in ecstasy again and I feel light headed. Brittany pulls her head back and stares at me longingly.
My eyes flicker between hers and I run my thumb across her chin. Her lips break out into a smile and I mirror her expression. Eventually we both realise the time and know that we have to be up in a few hours. Brittany holds me so tight that I don't think I ever want to leave this bed. I release a content sigh and snuggle further into Brittany. When both our breathing settles I'm able to think about something that's plagued my mind for a while.
"You know the day we kind of argued when you were jogging around my backyard?" Brittany frowns then nods hesitantly. "That was like the first day you spent with me so why didn't you just come back here? I mean, if you knew I was a bitch."
Brittany shuffles closer to me, the tip of her nose colliding with mine. "Santana Lopez, I flew four and a half hours for a reason," she smiles, "I wasn't just going to leave that reason behind." I grin and softly peck her lips then pull back only a small distance. "People say you can't help who you fall in love with. I could have helped it; I just didn't want too."
authors note: let me know if that was okay :)
..also some people want me to prolong this fic, but I actually have done that already because I mentioned in the beginning this was going to be short. Anyway, I only have a few more chapters planned to really get this to end how I want it too so I'm sorry if I finish this fic soon or don't write a sequel (I suck at them) .. (there will be an epilogue though). If ideas suddenly pop into my head (as they do all the time) I may write more who knows, but for now I have the ending planned how I want it so I really hope you like it. I think because this story doesn't have angst it's hard, for me anyway, to prolong this and make this as long as possible as there are a lot more particular scenes and emotions when it comes to an angst filled fic. Anyway, enough of that, next chapter will be up within the next week hopefully! Thanks for reading!