Chapter 15

Sex for Santana Lopez had never been awkward. Okay, okay. Maybe that first girl in 10th grade. Yeah, maybe that was a little awkward, but not since then. Since then, she kicked ass at sex. She was a sex star. She was a sex pro. Hmm, okay, maybe not a sex pro, but really good at it? Yes. Confidence was not a problem for her. So, when she found herself standing in her bedroom staring at Brittany, wondering what to do next, she was a little worried. Worried that she was going to psych herself right out of it. Why did it feel like so much was riding on one night?

Maybe because it was. Almost.

All she knew was everything in her own body wanted out, probably to make room for Brittany. Her heart was beating hard enough to make her sway on the spot. So many thoughts were racing through her mind, but she couldn't catch them, pin them down, or make sense of any of them.

She was memorizing.

Because there was Brittany. Brittany and the blonde hair that fell onto her shoulders. Brittany and the way her eyes were catching the light. Brittany and those legs that went on for days. Brittany's smile that was only meant for her. Brittany's perfect breasts. Abs that Santana wanted to lick. Landing strips. Brittany and everything she wanted was just a few steps away. Brittany.

"You're thinking too much."

Santana stared blankly. "Am I?"

"Either that or you're a virgin and you're trying to figure out what's going to go where," the blonde said with a smirk. "But, my guess is you're thinking too much."

"Yeah, that's possible," Santana said. "The thinking part, not the virgin part."

"You're standing over there, and I'm over here," she said. "You can continue to think it over closer to me."

When Santana shuffled over within a few feet, Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her in the rest of the way.

"Better," Brittany said as she trapped Santana in her arms.

Yeah. Better. Because standing a few feet away from naked Brittany Pierce was like being given the key to Hot Lady City, but being pressed up against naked Brittany Pierce was like every fucking great thing that had ever happened to her times twelve and then being given the key to Hot Lady City.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," the brunette said quickly, looking into blue eyes. "Everything is perfect."

"Hmm," her lips twisted. "It doesn't seem like it, though."

Santana rested her hands on Brittany's hips and she took a deep breath, "It's a big deal."

"This?"

"Us."

"Well, yeah," Brittany nodded. "We are a big deal, but this doesn't have to be. It's just us getting to know each other even better. Like a naked 20 questions."

"That could be interesting. Do you want to go first?"

"How 'bout you go first," Brittany told her in a hushed tone as her lips moved to Santana's neck. "Relax," she breathed right before they made contact. Brittany kissed her slowly, down her neck with open mouthed kisses, licking every once in a while just for variety. The sensation of that alone made it hard for Santana to breathe. Brittany kissed to the base of her neck, swept over her collarbone, and then back up the other side, "You relaxed yet?"

"More, so."

"We both want this, right?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Okay, then." Brittany dragged her lips across Santana's jawline to her ear. "I've imagined this a thousand different ways. So forgive me if I try to make all those things happen at once."

"Uh huh," Santana mumbled, dazed by the three millions tingles shooting in every direction.

Santana's hands suddenly found their way to Brittany's shoulders and she slowly scratched down her back. Her fingers glided down soft skin and settled on the blonde's ass. When her eyes flicked back up to Brittany's, a pale hand was hooking behind her neck and pulling her in. When her tongue flicked at a pink nipple, she heard a gasp and felt fingers digging just below her hairline.

"That feels really good, San."

She took that approval as an invitation to swirl her tongue around it. Brittany's fingers worked higher into her hair, wrapping the strands in her fist, and pulling her in tighter as she arched even more into Santana. She was very content with having her mouth on Brittany, so much so that she was licking a hot, wet trail between her breasts, when she was interrupted by Brittany's hands trying furiously to divest her of her clothing.

"Off," was all Santana could make out as the blonde tugged at her shirt. Brittany's fingers fumbled over buttons and she seemed just about ready to start ripping when Santana stepped back just enough to unbutton the shirt herself.

"I got it," Santana whispered.

"Do it faster," Brittany told her, watching as each little bit of skin was revealed. It proved to be a more difficult task when she felt Brittany graze the gap of skin that was showing between her shirt and pants.

Just as she reached the last button, Brittany's hands slipped under and pushed it down her arms and onto the floor. In nearly the same motion, she had unhooked Santana's bra and pulled the straps over her shoulders. She wasted no time on Santana's pants and soon enough she was lifting her out of them. Santana could do little except wrap her legs around Brittany's waist and enjoy the kissing assault the blonde had launched while she carried them to Santana's bed.

Once they reached their destination, Brittany let her drop the short distance with a soft bounce. She crawled over Santana, nudging her knees apart, until she hovered about the brunette. "How's it going so far?" she asked, propped up on one arm. The other dragging down Santana's abs.

Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, her weight pulling the blonde down on top of her. "I think it's going well," she answered before nipping at Brittany's bottom lip. The kiss started out playful, a harmless bite. Slowly it became all lips and humming, then tongues and moaning. Brittany had positioned herself over Santana's thigh, rocking into her, sliding more and more easily. Santana pressed her thigh in harder, grabbing Brittany's hips and pushing down to create all the friction she could.

The blonde seemed to resist a little at first, which Santana didn't understand until she heard a garbled, "You first."

Santana quickly worked her hand in between them and circled Brittany's clit.

There really wasn't much arguing with that. Santana's fingers sunk into Brittany and the blonde sat up, using the leverage to thrust against Santana's hand. Santana was completely mesmerized by the view. Brittany's stomach muscles rippled with each movement. Her breasts bounced lightly, her head thrown back and she gripped Santana's headboard with one hand. This is why it felt like so much was riding on one night.

"More," Brittany requested breathlessly.

Santana added a third finger and soon they had found their rhythm again. Or, actually Brittany's rhythm. Brittany had great rhythm. She was deliciously rhythmic. When she felt Brittany tightening around her, she knew the blonde was close. She curled her fingers ever so slightly. And then impact. Brittany froze, her breath catching, her body stilling. Then she was falling forward.

Santana closed her eyes awaiting the crash, but it never came. When she opened them, Brittany was hovering above her again, smiling like a crazy, sexy person.

"You cheated," Brittany said as both her arms held onto the headboard. "I said you first."

"My god, you're beaut-"

That was all Santana got out because Brittany's lips were attacking hers. The girl moved like a fucking cheetah. Before Santana had gained any semblance of what was happening, Brittany's lips were moving surely down her chest, between her breasts. Her hands flitted down Santana's stomach, then around her hips. Long, pale fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and they were being pulled down her legs. Brittany kissed all the way down one leg, chucked Lucky Undies V.2 over her shoulder, and started back on an upward path.

As she got higher and higher, she pushed Santana legs out further, settling between them. She licked over a tanned knee, then crept up an inner thigh. As Santana's hands twisted into blonde hair, she wanted to remember every little thing because it was the first time. Their first time. Her mind wasn't exactly cooperating, though. It was hard when Santana could feel her heartbeat in her clit. Pun intended. Somehow she knew it wasn't the last time she'd be here with Brittany. Somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, she knew she would have this to look forward to for the rest of her life. That would have been really romantic to say, too. But, Santana Lopez was never for articulation at intense moments, so it came out, "Fuck yes, Britt. Oh god, yes."

Santana was a time bomb and Brittany had the detonator. All she had to do was press the button and it would be over. And that was true in so many more ways than just sex. In this case, however, as soon as Brittany's tongue was on her, she was coming undone.

It was quick. It was too quick. It was embarrassingly quick. It was the months of build up, it was the days of anticipation in such close proximity, it was the sheer epicness of a naked Brittany Pierce touching her. It was too much.

"Fuck," she said loudly, half in ecstasy, half in frustration.

All movement stopped and she looked down to find Brittany resting her chin on Santana's hip. "What that a good fuck or a bad fuck?"

"Good! That was a good fuck."

"Really?"

"Yes." Now, she felt like a giant asshole. "That was amazing. So fucking great. Too great."

Brittany was taken aback, "Huh?"

"Um...well...it didn't exactly say much for my endurance."

The blonde looked genuinely confused for a second and then laughed. "You're such a spaz!"

"Oh, thanks," Santana was offended, "Everyone loves to be insulted right after an orgasm. It's the best."

Brittany crawled back up Santana's body and pecked her lips, "You're the best. That was awesome. You're also a spaz. And that was only the first time. There's going to be a second." Kiss. " Almost for sure a third." Kiss. " After a light snack, probably a fourth, too."

"Are we going to try out every way you imagined it?"

"And then some," Brittany said, diving back down to capture Santana's lips with her own.

Just to be clear, there was a second. There was a third. There was a break for Brittany to have one of the pudding packs Santana had bought her. Some of that pudding was licked off Brittany's abs, just as God intended. There was a shower (fourth) so that Santana's new sheets didn't get sticky. Pudding sticky, not sweaty sex sticky. She totally didn't mind the sweaty sex sticky. She thought about getting the sheets vacuum sealed to forever maintain the sweaty sex sticky, but then figured that was weird. She should probably never repeat that.

When they finally went to bed that night, they were connected in every which way imaginable. Bodies linked. Emotions tied up in the other. Lives tangled together. Every way, except one. And as Brittany fell asleep on Santana's shoulder, all she could think about was the distance that was about to replace what she had in her arms right then.

She woke the next morning to a light, but very distracting, sucking under her arm.

"Britt?" Santana squirmed. "What are you doing?" she said into a yawn.

"You have great armpits," Brittany told her through a mumble.

Santana's eyebrows furrowed, "I have great armpits?"

"Yeah," Brittany told her seriously. "Really, really, really great armpits."

"Okaaaay."

"Sooo...it may be a good time to tell you that I have a thing about armpits."

"A thing?"

"Thing. Minor obsession. Fetish."

"An armpit fetish?" Santana's face scrunched in disgust. "That's..."

"Sexy," Brittany said burying her nose in further.

"Stop!" the brunette laughed. "That tickles."

"It'll stop tickling," Brittany told her.

"No, no...nooo...k..." Santana's eyes involuntarily closed. "Ohhhh...yeah, that's different."

Brittany lifted up and leaned on her elbows, "I've kinda always wanted to..."

"What?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure I should tell you this yet..."

"No, go ahead, now I'm intrigued."

"Okay," Brittany leaned into Santana and whispered into her ear.

"Whoa! That sounds like some interesting lady sex," Santana said after she explained it. "We'll have to work up to all that."

"There's a super high risk of shoulder injury, you'll need to stretch properly beforehand."

"Okay, hey," Santana gave her a quick kiss, "I'll let you do whatever you want. We'll do whatever, okay. But, let's save the really kinky genital to armpit kind of stuff for when I've had a few drinks."

"Deal," Brittany said without a second thought.

"So?" The brunette clutched a naked thigh and pulled Brittany a bit closer. "What do you want to do today?"

"Do you have something planned?"

"Well, I thought of about a million things I could show you, but this is your last day and I don't really want to share you with the city," Santana shrugged.

"I don't want to be shared," Brittany said kissing her chin. "I'm pretty happy with just being played with by you."

"So I can monopolize your time?"

"You want to play board games?" Brittany's eyes widened. "That sounds cool!"

"Uh...yeah, sure."

It turned out that Santana Lopez did not own Monopoly, but they did play a pretty confusing round of Strip Yahtzee Reverse. A game in which the player puts on only revealing clothing. Brittany won, which was inevitable because only she knew the rules, when she ended the game wearing one tube sock, a headband and a mock turtleneck that Santana didn't know even existed. And, in accordance with the pre-game agreement, she also got to pick the next activity.

"No way!" Brittany spun around and pointed to Santana, "You've been holding out on me."

"What did you find?"

"Only my favorite show of all time."

"Which is?" Santana asked, trying to see whatever Brittany had picked off her DVD shelf.

Brittany presented it with a little jump in place, "Sweet Valley High!"

"Oh shit," Santana covered her eyes in embarrassment. "I meant to burn that."

"Why?"

"Because."

Brittany waited for a response. "Because?"

"C'mon."

"I love it," the blonde said. "And you do too, Santana, or you wouldn't have it."

"It's Kurt's."

"No, it isn't."

"It is," Santana argued fruitlessly. "He's Elizabeth and I'm Jessica."

"Totally, Jessica is the hot one."

"They're identical."

"Or are they?" Brittany asked.

"Uh...I think so," Santana answered.

"Can we watch?"

"I guess," Santana told her reluctantly. The reluctance faded as soon as Brittany curled into her, though. Something about kicking back and watching Sweet Valley High on a lazy afternoon with Brittany's head in her lap felt really right. Scarily domestic, but really right.

She watched her watch the show mostly, brushing her fingers through her hair. That show was awful, but Brittany seemed to really enjoy it and laughed hysterically. Her laughing made Santana laugh.

When Brittany's eyes cut up, she narrowed them. "I thought you didn't like it."

"I don't," Santana told her.

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I'm...amused, I guess."

"By me?"

"Yeah."

Brittany rose to her knees and shifted over to straddle Santana's lap. "I'm amusing?"

"Very."

The blonde ducked down just a breath away from her lips, "And just how amused are you?"

"I'd say I'm pretty heavily amused right now," Santana told her as she closed the gap.

"I could get used to this," Brittany said when she pulled away.

"What's that?"

"Sweet lady kisses during Sweet Valley High."

Santana marveled at small miracles like how well their bodies molded together. It was like she was made to fit Brittany perfectly, in every which way they tried. A theory proven by how comfortable she was sitting between Brittany's legs on her couch. Santana was checking her email, since she hadn't really "worked" in a few days now. Brittany was texting her parents all her flight information for the next day. They liked to know that kind of stuff, the blonde had explained.

When she was done, Brittany set her phone on the table and hugged Santana from behind.

"Hey," she said as she placed her chin on the brunette's shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Britt Britt," Santana said a bit distracted by an email reply.

"When I get home Sam is going to ask me about stuff," Brittany said.

"Okay, yeah."

"He's going to say," Brittany's voice dropped lower to imitate Sam, "'Hey, Britt, how was Santana?' And then I'm going to say, 'She was great! She's so beautiful and amazing! It was the most awesome three days ever.'"

Santana laughed, "Thanks, babe. It was the most awesome three days ever."

"Totally," Brittany went on, "and then, because he's such a guy, Sam's going to say, 'Sounds great, Britt, so did you capture the monkey?' And I'm going to say, and I hope this is okay with you, 'Hell, yeah!' and then we'll fist bump."

Santana finished typing and dropped her phone into her lap, "Sure, you can tell him you captured my monkey."

Brittany blushed, "It's a great monkey."

"I know," the brunette told her as she linked their fingers.

"So, anyway, then Sam's going to ask, 'So what does that mean about you girls?' and that's the question I may have a little trouble with."

"Okay," Santana said, trying to decipher exactly where Brittany was going.

"I'm not sure what to tell him."

"What do you want to tell him?" Santana asked.

"What would you tell him?"

"Well, if Sam was asking me that question," Santana blew out a dramatic breath, "I'd hunker down for fear that his trouty mouth would swallow me whole."

"Santana..."

"What? I've only seen him in pictures and FaceTime, but holy shit, those lips are like two blubbery whales mating."

"But how would you answer the question?"

Santana grinned at Brittany impatience, "I want to be whatever you want us to be."

"So I can decide?"

"If you decide that we're together, then yes," the brunette said.

Brittany kissed her cheek, "So I can tell Sam that you're my girlfriend?"

Santana leaned her head against Brittany's shoulder, "I'd be really disappointed if you didn't."

Everything about those three days flew by. Everything had happened too fast and everything was over too quickly. Santana was still trying to piece together where all the time had gone the next morning as she watched Brittany pack for the airport.

"You pack like a little kid," Santana told her as she sat cross legged on her bed next to Brittany's suitcase. She was refolding the things that Brittany had put in.

"It's packing," Brittany said. "Everybody hates it and it doesn't even matter."

Santana thought about that, "You have a point, but not necessarily a good one." When she got to Brittany's UW sweatshirt, she folded it and sat it in her lap instead.

"Why pack when you just have to unpack?"

"There's a good reason," Santana replied. "I just can't think of one right now."

"Don't fight Brittany Pierce logic," Brittany said with a kiss.

Santana hung on just a little longer than Brittany intended. "I can't believe you're already going," she said when their lips parted. "Feels like you just got here."

"I know."

They packed the rest of Brittany's things in silence. Smiles and soft kisses, but sad silence. Santana followed Brittany all the way down to the street where Figgins was waiting, hanging onto the blonde's hand like she couldn't bear to be separated from it. She almost couldn't.

"You'll call when you get there."

"As soon as I get home," Brittany told her. "Well, after I feed Tubbs."

"Of course."

"So that's...around 4 o'clock for you."

"One for you," Santana said, the automatic time difference calculator already kicking back in.

"Yeah," Brittany sighed. "Okay, well..."

Santana nodded sadly before she wrapped her arms around the blonde. They stayed locked in a tight embrace until Figgins cleared his throat and tapped his watch.

"Yeah, okay," Santana snapped at him. He backed off at the glare she shot him.

"I guess I have to go," Brittany frowned. "Bye Santana."

"Bye Britt Britt." The brunette looked down and found that Brittany's sweatshirt was still in her hand. "Oh," she held it out.

"You keep it."

Santana shook her head, "No, it's your favorite."

"So are you."

And then she was gone.