Don't know why this took longer than usual. I guess I've been busy and a bit distracted. I knew I wouldn't have time to update this weekend because relatives are coming over. So I hope this is ok :) a mix between angst, smut and fluff. So I hope you all like it, you've all been so sweet and supportive. I love your reviews and I'd give you all a big hug if I could.
To say Santana was pissed would be an understatement. The whole of cheerios practice, Juliet had been flirting with Brittany, but the worst part was, Brittany was going along with it. Santana somehow managed to contain herself until they all hit the showers. As always she would wait until last, which was when Brittany would shower to make her move.
"You're not seriously considering dating her are you?" Santana scolded from across the shower next to Brittany.
"What? She's hot." Brittany shrugged nonchalantly, enraging Santana further.
"Really, Britt? Really?" Santana scoffed, looking away as the water ran down her body, which was becoming more of a distracting factor to the blonde who watched a few drops run down Santana's chest. Brittany visibly gulped and looked away with a blush on her cheeks.
Santana raised her eyebrows and suppressed a smirk when she realised what had happened. If there was one thing she had over Brittany, it was their undeniable sexual chemistry. It may have been mean and borderline selfish, but Santana loved the hold she had over her friend. She turned off the water and tilted her head to squeeze the water out of her hair. Brittany had been watching the whole time and Santana could practically feel her eyes burning through her skin.
"I guess that's just too bad for you then." Santana said smugly, stepping out from the shower, flashing Brittany a teasing glance.
Brittany's face turned bright red at the sight of Santana's luscious, toned backside. From her back, to her legs, every limb looked perfectly sculpted. It made her mouth water with want, not to mention the heat rise in her belly, the kind that got her into embarrassing situations. She looked down tentatively and groaned. Sometimes she wished she could have a vagina. Then she could just do what Santana does and pretend she's not turned on. Yet, even though she knew where this would go if she kept looking, Brittany's eyes trained themselves on Santana's naked form.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Brittany asked, hoping Santana would ignore the crack in her voice that she so subtly coughed away. Possibly because the girl was still completely naked, taking a painfully slow time to bend over and pick up her towel.
"Oh, nothing." Santana teased nonchalantly, finally picking up her towel only to sensually wipe over her body, taking extra long over her breasts and giggling when she caught Brittany's gobsmacked expression.
"Are you done yet?" Santana asked, quirking an eyebrow, letting the towel hang in her fingers as she idly wiped her neck. She knew Brittany had been long done, spending the last two minutes to gawk at her.
Brittany mumbled something inaudible and turned around to stop the water. It was only when she turned back around and saw Santana standing in front of her that she gasped and tried to turn away to cover her body, namely her raging hard on. Apparently it was too late judging by the bitchy smirk on Santana's lips.
"Here's your towel." She said in mock innocence, handing a fresh one over.
Brittany snatched it and covered herself as quickly as she could to Santana's amusement. They got dressed in silence, casting each other occasional glances. Santana would wriggle her eyebrows suggestively and Brittany would merely turn away to hide her blush. Usually she wouldn't be so nervous, but a sense of pride is stripped away when your friend catches you with a huge erection. It only made it especially humiliating for Brittany since it was caused by seeing Santana naked.
"You know, you should really get Juliet to help you out with that." Santana taunted, sending a knowing look at the bulge beneath Brittany's baggy sweatpants as they were finally dressed after what seemed an eternity for Brittany who only seemed to feel more embarrassed by the second.
"You're not being very nice." Brittany pouted, throwing her duffle bag over her shoulder.
Santana simply shrugged, knowing full well what she was doing. Even she knew it wasn't nice. But somehow she felt that Brittany deserved it. Sure, she had every right to flirt with the younger cheerio, but there was something Santana just didn't like about her. Or so she told herself.
"Yeah well, that thing needs to be tamed. Although I highly doubt she'd be tight, and we both know how much you love virgin pussy." Santana husked the last line, brushing past Brittany, not allowing her to see the shit eating grin plastered on her face as the blonde's jaw dropped to the ground, quickly running after Santana.
Once they were in the car, Brittany found it surprisingly difficult to turn on. First she pressed too hard on the accelerator when it was still in reverse, almost slamming into the car parked behind them. Santana snorted but covered it by coughing and looking out the window. Brittany wanted to wipe the smug look off her face because now it was just starting to get annoying. Once they were inside her house, free of parents, Brittany knew the one thing that would surely put Santana in her place. But it seemed like two wanted to play at that game.
Half way home, Santana suddenly decided that it would be a fun idea to tease the crap out of an evidently hard Brittany, biting her lip as she slid her hand onto her inner thigh. Brittany kept a straight face, willing herself not to give in, because it would only give Santana more satisfaction. So kept driving as if nothing happened. Clearly that wasn't a good idea, because Santana was a sore loser.
The Latina frowned at the lack of attention and made an effort to gain it again by gently cupping Brittany's crotch. Although her face barely faltered, the car jolted to the left just for a second. Brittany bit down on her tongue and refused to show any sign of acknowledgement. But it was deeming impossible as Santana took it a step further and slid her hand below her waistband, grabbing ahold of Brittany's hard length.
"Shit!" Brittany hissed, feeling herself throb into the touch. Suddenly her vision was slightly blurry and her head was dizzy like when she's tipsy. Except this was much harder to ignore.
"Stop it." She asserted, grabbing Santana's wrist with her right hand, but not moving it.
"Oh come on, you love it." Santana rasped, leaning over to nip against her ear.
Brittany whimpered in pain. It was torturous, because she didn't know whether she should pull over and fuck the living daylights out of Santana, or if she should pull her hand away and tell her no means no. Before she could choose, she felt an unfamiliar breeze where the sun don't shine. Her eyes widened and she glanced down, only to see that Santana was lowering her head towards her lap.
"What the fuck?" Brittany exclaimed, too surprised to think properly. Whatever protest she may have devised was silenced the second she felt a warmth wrap around the head of her cock, sucking and licking with a quickly increasing pace.
Brittany's breathing picked up rapidly, and her body became immobile. So many things about this was wrong, and she had vowed to herself barely twenty four hours ago that she wouldn't get into a situation like this again. But God Santana's mouth felt good.
"Ugh, you give the best fucking blowjobs." Brittany moaned, twirling her fingers into Santana's hair, somehow keeping her eyes on the road ahead. Luckily the streets were narrowing and there were hardly any cars around. Even when a few passed, Brittany couldn't bring herself to care. Evidently neither could Santana, the way her head was furiously bobbing up and down, taking in the entire length as if there were no such thing as a gag reflex.
"Mhmm." Santana hummed, sending tingling vibrations against the tip of Brittany's cock, making her squirm and buck her hips into Santana's throat.
"You're such a slut. You can't resist my cock for one day." Brittany groaned, turning the final corner into her street. Even when she pulled up, Santana didn't stop, and she certainly wasn't about to object.
"Mm, I told you once to stop flirting with that whore." Santana warned, coming up to leer up at a pair of lust coated, blue eyes.
Brittany immediately missed the contact and whined with a hint of a pout.
"Pull your pants up." Santana said with a tone of finality that made Brittany groan impatiently. She shot Santana an incredulous look as if to say 'are you for real?' Apparently she was, because she undid her seatbelt and slammed the car door shut leaving Brittany frustrated and angry.
She pulled up her pants and tucked herself into her loose briefs. But it wasn't nearly supportive enough to cover her erection. So she practically ran into her house and shut the front door, following Santana upstairs, staring shamelessly at her ass the whole way. They barely made it to Brittany's room before she had Santana pinned harshly against her door, roughly kissing her as their bodies pressed together. Santana didn't resist the kiss, she was just as into it as Brittany was. She was the first to teasingly flicker her tongue across Brittany's bottom lip. Brittany nipped playfully at her tongue before allowing it entrance.
Things were quickly becoming heated, and Brittany couldn't stop thinking about what was happened merely a minute ago down in her car. She felt like she was about to come in her pants she was so unbelievably turned on. She ran her hands down to Santana's shorts and cupped her crotch firmly, causing the Latina to mewl into her neck.
"Mm, so warm. I bet you're soaking." Brittany murmured, palming Santana with increasing friction.
"Maybe." Santana husked, nipping her way down to Brittany's collar bone as she arched her neck to allow more of the prickling sensation.
"But I wont let you fuck me until you say you'll stop flirting with whore-ette." Santana proposed, sucking angrily at Brittany's pulse point. She was still finding it hard to speak, considering Brittany's hand moulding into her so perfectly. Santana's clit was throbbing and she didn't like to admit it, but she was just as turned on as Brittany and her self control was probably just as weak. But she was determined this time.
"Why?" Brittany breathed out, biting her lip as Santana worked her mouth all over her sensitive neck, giving a few firm touches against her clit, making her gasp.
"Because you could do better." Santana husked, nibbling against Brittany's earlobe and tracing the shell of her ear with the tip of her tongue. Brittany shuddered at the hot breath and gentle touch and felt a pang of arousal surge between her legs.
"Oh?" Brittany feigned interest, now tugging at Santana's shorts, bringing them down to her mid thighs. She placed her fingers back over her slit, which was warm and wet even through the thin material of her panties. They simultaneously moaned and Brittany jolted forward so hard that they may as well be glued together.
"Like who?" Brittany asked, knowing it'd only be a matter of seconds before either of their resolves broke. She was intent for it to be Santana, so she took the last step and slid her fingers inside of her panties and traced her slit with two fingers.
"Oh, fuck.." Santana moaned, canting her hips into the delicious sensation. It felt like she'd been waiting forever to feel Brittany touch her again. The feeling of her warm, long fingers searching her folds with such precision and effortless familiarity.
"Say it." Brittany hissed, breaking the unspoken rule. "Tell me who." She demanded more firmly, caressing her fingers over Santana's entrance.
Santana body had a mind of its own. Writhing and thrusting into Brittany's touches, begging for more like it was the only thing keeping her alive. She was sure it was, from the way her blood pumped through her veins, jolting her entire body with each thudding heart beat. It was like liquid fire was coursing through her. When it reached the apex of her thighs, she snapped.
"Me." She whispered, almost too quiet for either of them to comprehend the word. The one, small, two letter word that meant so much. The one word that would change their relationship forever, and when Santana realised she'd actually said it, her body froze, along with Brittany's. They both stood, panting against on another, neither knowing what to say or do, because now everything was different.
"Don't stop. Please." Santana whimpered hopelessly, begging inwardly that all cause wasn't lost because of her slip.
Brittany was torn. She knew this shouldn't mean anything, she wasn't stupid. But suddenly it was as if she'd been wrong, and maybe all along she'd been putting Santana through a lot more pain than she'd intended. It was supposed to be a game. But now, it felt real, and Brittany wanted it to be real. She wanted Santana in ways she never had before. That's why she forced her body back, chest heaving, eyes wide and confused, staring back into Santana's which were now verging on angry, but there was a softness to them. A vulnerability that now made so much more sense.
"I'm sorry." Brittany apologised. She hadn't meant to stop. But she couldn't bring herself to have meaningless sex, again. Especially after what she'd just discovered. Santana looked back at her, registering her thoughts, eyes burning through hers and processing her thoughts.
"I fuck everything up." She mused under her breath, leaning over to pull up her shorts. She shook her head, disappointed and angry at herself, and Brittany couldn't understand what was wrong.
"No you don't. It's not you, I swear. It's just.." Brittany struggled, thinking of the right words, but not wanting to scare Santana off. But her brown eyes were boring into hers beseechingly and it just all slipped out. "I want it to mean something." She tried. But Santana didn't seem to understand.
"It's just sex. Jesus, I knew you'd start getting all emotional and shit." Santana reproached, looking down, not daring to look Brittany in the eye any longer. She found that looking at her when she was evidently hurt was hard to deal with. It made her chest twinge and feel things that she didn't like to feel.
"But you just said-"
"I didn't say anything, ok?" Santana yelled, surprising them both. Santana immediately regretted it, scolding herself for her quick temper.
"Fuck this. I don't care. Date that slut, but this. This stops right now." She said, turning around to leave. But Brittany threw out her hand and pulled Santana back, not anticipating her own strength as the Latina spun around, falling against her body, nose to nose, breaths mingling.
"Santana.." Brittany whispered pleadingly, not sure what for. But a second later, she was met with her request when she stumbled back against the searing passion as Santana's lips pressed against hers. It was different from their kisses minutes ago. The others were all rough and battling. But this was different. It was slow, but heated, deep, but never enough. Brittany placed her hands softly on either side of Santana's face and breathed her in, never wanting this moment to end. She didn't even realise she'd stumbled back onto the bed with Santana topping her. Their lips never once parted as they melted into each other.
"I'm sorry for yelling." Santana apologised desperately, crashing her lips back down against Brittany's with an impatience that came from more than just lust. She felt like the world didn't exist when she was kissing Brittany. Her lips were so sweet and soft, unlike any boys. The way they melted into hers seamlessly made her chest swell with warmth.
"Don't be. I shouldn't have gotten all emotional. I didn't mean to, I jus-"
"Just kiss me." Santana begged, pressing their lips back together. So she did.
They stayed like that for what may have been minutes, hours or an eternity. They only stopped when they had exhausted each other so much that breathing was a necessity. They lay next to each other, their bodies curled together like a fitting puzzle piece. Hands draped around one another lazily, but so comfortably. They resulted to sweetly kissing each other with small pecks, some on the lips, others all over their faces. Santana found it adorable how Brittany scrunched up her nose when she kissed the tip of it. Both giggling at the playfulness of their actions.
"I like this." Brittany said as Santana brushed the hair off her face.
"Me too." Santana agreed, not without hesitation. This was still new to her, and it scared her how right it all felt. But she wouldn't have forgiven herself if she'd left Brittany sad and broken. She'd deal with the implications another time. Because for now, she just wanted to be held and kissed like she was the only thing that mattered.
As they drifted off into a peaceful afternoon nap, the sun set on their bodies, illuminating an orange glow, warming their skin. Santana nuzzled further into Brittany's chest and grumbled happily. She wanted to savour the moment, because whenever something good happened to her, she knew it wouldn't be long until something came along and ruined it. She just hoped that this time she'd be strong enough to get through it.