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Chapter 6

"What are you doing Brittany?"

Five long minutes passed, the only sounds Santana heard were the shuffling of things around the room.

She would have ripped off the blind-fold if Brittany hadn't asked her to keep it on. But she was having trouble waiting.

It didn't last long, to her surprise it was whipped off not seconds after she started changing the weight from her left foot to her right foot anxiously.

"Hey," Brittany smiled. In the dim light shining behind her, her face was dark but Santana knew only one word – beautiful.

"What was that all about?" She stayed rooted in her spot. She'd been on the edge all day about this mission she had so many pieces and not enough, to top it off something in her gut just didn't feel right. She didn't want to feel like that in her own home, with her wife.

That's why right now she's not making a move on Brittany. She needs her mind to get back into that calming place. Usually it's Brittany who takes her there but tonight it's Brittany that's preventing her.

"Brittany, tell me what's wrong." Santana demanded. If Santana knew anything its hesitation, it allows for a make or break moment, a window of escape, a minute to calculate, to think of something – it's a moment that no one knows what will happen. Santana hates it.

"Are you scared?" Brittany's entire complexion changed with the blink of an eye, Santana knew she lost it. That moment of hesitation, that opportunity to discover something that might help release the weight in her stomach is gone.

Brittany turned coy, her voice imitating someone else – a sexy vixen ready for the kill. Santana loses grip of reality for a moment. It's hard to stay grounded when her brain is playing a sloppy game of rubix.

She knew Brittany had her exactly where she wanted her to be. A pawn in her hand for whatever game she's going to play.

Sometimes having no power can be scary, sometimes it's thrilling.

"I'm scared, I'm absolutely frightened."

It's the correct answer.

They'd done this before, sex with mind games. Sometimes it's really good, sometimes it's confusing, sometimes it's just plain bad; but it's always a risk, a flip of the coin.

It was a game of wits and quick reflexes. Santana's sure no one had more creative sex then her and Brittany. They used their bodies and minds in much more complex ways – it's crazy.

Whatever game Brittany was up to tonight, it was working on her.

"I'm going to be honest with you San, I don't like it when you leave me at the drop of a hat. Right now I want to smash your phone, and send all your secret callers to hell. They shouldn't have you when you're at home, you don't belong to them. Do you agree?"

Santana gulped. Had Brittany finally had enough of all the secrecy? Santana didn't think of it as that. They both had other lives, private ones which the other was expected to respect. Was Brittany going cross that line now?

"Answer me."

"Yes. I'm married I shouldn't be going out at night with those secret callers."

"I'm glad you agree." Brittany growled.

Time is a funny thing. It has this elastic quality. Sometime it feels like forever, sometimes only a second. It warps too, one minute you're sure you see something, in another you don't – it's gone and you're left wondering if it was really there in the first place.

Santana felt Brittany breathing down her neck. A moment ago she was looking at Brittany's face, now she's staring at the streetlight outside the window.

Silently, Brittany removed Santana's tank top. Santana shivered as a cold blade lightly trailed down her back and then she's completely exposed from the waist up.

The knife cut through all the layers. Santana didn't have to look to know they were piled in front of her feet.

"I should mark you as mine,"

The sharp tip danced along the skin of Santana's back sending tingles everywhere.

"Do it." Santana's reply was cutting. "Let them know, I want everyone to know."

She closed her eyes and waited for it, braced herself. Behind her shut eyelids she could see the scars 'MY WIFE MINE'. She didn't suppress her moan.

"You like it don't you? Being owned, being a slave to someone. You desire it, you crave it. The pain only makes it more real, more addicting."

Santana held her breath as ten nails scratch her back. She's so aroused her muscles tensed, bulging at her shoulders.

"I loved to be punished till I'm raw, till I can't bear your touch any longer." Santana said through gritted teeth. She felt like she was suffocating under Brittany's hands around her neck squeezing gently.

Her eyes were still shut as she was made to walk to the bed. She voluntarily raised her hands at Brittany's command and smiled, satisfied when cold metal pinched the skin of her wrist.

"Touch me." Brittany ordered as she straddled Santana's stomach.

Only now did Santana see Brittany in all her glory. A phallus rested over her breast and reached her shoulder. If Brittany were to pillage her now, she'd be ready…she's so ready, Brittany was right she craved it.

"I'm locking your other hand then if you're ungrateful." Brittany started to get up but Santana roughly used her free hand to sink two fingers right inside of her.

"Fuck yes," Brittany grinded down hard. Santana just enjoyed the show. "Don't you dare stop."

Santana loved the short time she had been given power but that time soon expired.

"Get your filthy fingers out. I don't want any part of those other people near me." Brittany spat.

Santana withdrew immediately. She didn't know how much longer she'd last. Brittany'd done an excellent job of winding her up.

"Open your mouth,"

Brittany's command was obeyed.

"You're so quick. What about all the other times? All times I knew you were hiding something and didn't say it." Brittany's voice was emotional and raw. It nearly broke and Brittany nearly lost control of herself.

"If only I did. I didn't out of fear. Fear of losing what we have. Fear of losing you."

"Then take this."

The long, thick rubber was thrust into Santana's mouth, almost gagging her. She did her best to put on a show, to make Brittany feel good.

Brittany began to hump Santana at full speed; her muscular thighs bracketed Santana's head. Santana took as much as she could.

But as soon as it started it ended, again.

Santana was on the brink of exploding.

The shaft was removed from her mouth and before she could catch a gulp of air it was inserted forcefully between her legs.

"Fucking shit, what did I do?" Santana screamed. She didn't want to say she resented Brittany's roughness but it came as a surprise; her insides stung.

Brittany didn't miss a beat; she continued to penetrate Santana hard.

"It hurts doesn't it? You'd rather have a knife to your skin. When all this is over tell me you'll still love me."

"Oh fucking god," Santana had tears in her eyes because it hurt so good. She pumped up to meet Brittany's pelvis every time Brittany came down on her.

"You'll still love me won't you?" Brittany shouted her voice cracked fully. She was crying too.

"Yes, yes, yes,…uhhh…I'll…oh fuck, I'll still love you. I love you, I love you."

Brittany sunk in deep causing Santana to lift her hips and tense her butt. It was a whole other feeling; it was out of this world.

Santana couldn't wait for her epic finish, she was so close. A few more minutes and she'd possibly call that the best sex of her life.

She waited; she tried not to push Brittany to finish what she'd started.

Instead she heard heavy crying and Brittany saying "NO, you won't. You'll hate me. You won't love me."

"What are you doing Brittany?" Santana said frustrated, "can't we talk about this after? Just finish fucking me."

"I can't. I'm sorry."

Santana felt disappointed as Brittany removed herself to sit at the edge of their bed.

She wouldn't stop crying.

"What's going on Britt?"

Santana thought it was all fun and games, why was Brittany acting like this? She watched Brittany fling harness and all across the room and cover her face with her hands in shame.

"What am I doing? I don't want this, I'm sorry." Brittany kept repeating.

Santana couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. Her arousal slowly slipped away as she crawled, still cuffed, to her wife on all fours.

"You have to tell me what's wrong, Brittany," She said softly. Her hand lay on Brittany's back beginning to softly stroke.

"Nothing, I shouldn't have done that to you."

Just listening to Brittany's hard voice told Santana it was a lie.

"There's more, I know it."

Brittany broke down again, sobbing till her shoulders shook.

There's nothing she can do so Santana waited it out. Her mind was abuzz for any clues to Brittany's behavior.

"I'm sorry," Brittany was finally able to say, "I promise to tell you everything tomorrow. I promise."

"Okay," Santana lowered her lips to Brittany's shoulders. She moved them upward, one inch at a time till she was kissing under Brittany's ear.

She cupped Brittany's cheek to turn her head towards her. It only made Brittany freeze and grab her hand, guiding it away.

For a moment Santana felt the pain of rejection but it was soon wiped away by Brittany's soft lips pressed against hers.

It was only a short kiss, Santana was disappointed.

Brittany got up and unlocked Santana's wrists, she began kissing the red ring of skin reverently, apologetically.

"Come here," Santana opened her arms for Brittany to settle in. Her crying had died down; all that remained were small whimpers.

They lay like that for a while. Again Santana tried to stroke Brittany's cheek but Brittany opted to hold her hand instead.

Santana wouldn't ask. Anything Brittany didn't want right now was probably connected to the thing she wasn't talking about.

"I know there are things we need to talk about," Santana finally admitted, "but let me make you feel good tonight."

Everything else could wait. Her mission right now was to make her wife okay again.

Santana rolled on top of Brittany and hovered over her face. She placed light kisses on Brittany's neck, avoiding her face since she obviously didn't want to be touched there.

She made a slow path down the valley of Brittany's chest, down her stomach and straight to where she could make Brittany forget about their surfacing problems. She didn't hesitate to delve in and work her wife to a thrashing mess.

It didn't take long to send Brittany over the edge. Watching her made Santana's arousal pool again but she could wait.

She crawled up her wife's body, kissing places she felt the urge to kiss till she reached Brittany's face.

It was much more relaxed. Brittany was breathing hard and looked beautiful just like she did earlier that night.

"You're wrong," Santana whispered against her lips before kissing them fully. Brittany kissed back which was a mini-victory.

"I'll always love you. You have no idea." She kept kissing Brittany hoping each time their lips connected Brittany would understand. "You couldn't do anything to make me stop loving you."

Brittany decided to give in to Santana. She knew her wife would be eating her words the next day but she wanted this moment last, it was perfect. She would remember it on the days she felt alone, when Santana was far from her reach, she would cherish the thought that Santana had loved her once.

The next day Santana was a mess. She was supposed to be helping Puck inform their team of the plan to kill Rory but she kept getting distracted by Brittany's outburst.

She lost count of how many times she found Puck side-eying her. He'd asked her what was wrong but she told him to jerk off. It's not like she had an answer anyways.

Everyone avoided her, knowing better than to disturb her with a question when she was in a bad mood. On days like this she was as dangerous as scorching flames of fire.

Brittany wasn't fairing much better.

"How's your cheek?" Quinn asked, inspecting the now bluish skin under Brittany's eye.

"It's looked prettier, you owe me big time."

"I know. I'm so sorry."

Quinn hadn't meant to get into a sticky situation and she certainly didn't plan for Brittany to get hurt.

"Next time make sure the guy is actually under the medication before acting," Brittany rolled her eyes. She'd had to save Quinn's ass last night which threw off her sexy hammock plans. She didn't even regret the bruise as much as the missed opportunity; one which she wouldn't get again, probably.

Quinn nodded, "Thanks for coming for me. At least we got the blueprints right?"

"Right," Brittany said her mind far away from the mission.

Tina arrived which was queue for Quinn to begin their briefing.

"We have altogether ten minutes to complete this plan which means everyone needs to be on their toes the whole time. Got it?"

The other three girls nod.

"Brittany will lure Rory outside through the side door of the theater that Sugar will be watching." Quinn continues, "Sugar, you'll be placed on the balcony of one of the apartments opposite the alley."

"I'll be keeping watch and backing Brittany up from the corner of the theater facing the main street. Tina will be ready to drive the car hidden in the alley. I made a copy of the keys last night. We'll take the driver out before Brittany comes, tie him up and stuff him in the car trunk. Brittany, wait for my signal that the coast is clear before bringing him out. Ten minutes top, I repeat."

"Alright," Tina said as she finished jotting down the plan. They all had their own list of things they needed for the kidnap.

"We'll take him to the cellar after that for questioning." Quinn wrapped up "Any questions?"

There was a string of negative murmurs.

"I have to get back to being Jesse St. James object of sexual harassment now, thanks Quinn." Brittany said sarcastically as she got up. He had wanted her to go out with him for lunch during her break.

"Good luck Brittany, and remember we couldn't have done this without you. You're still our best field agent." Quinn gave Brittany an encouraging pat on the back. "Okay, I expect everyone to check in at twenty o'clock sharp tonight."

"Santana, some new guys just arrived. You're gonna have to brief them." Puck stuck his head in for a second and retracted it before Santana could fire an insult at him.

The plan didn't even require that many people. She just needed one or two guys for back-up since she was doing the main job anyways.

"I'll make it brief," Santana mutters under her breath.

Santana felt good about herself. She never got tired of seeing her perfect reflection in the mirror, nothing about her looks or attire screamed married. She looked attractive and available.

It's what her wife loved. Every time they went out together they knew they looked like a couple of hot girls. Brittany loved to say it was all about the teasing and never about the pleasing, for everyone else. For them dressing up flirting on dates was an effective way to turn the other one on.

The after sex was always good. That's what Santana was looking forward to once her job for the night was complete.

She brushed her finger across the skin of her forehead, flattening out the ugly wrinkles. She couldn't afford to let them stay permanently. Her mind drifted back to last night for the hundredth time and for the hundredth time she couldn't figure out before-hand what Brittany would tell her that night.

Santana smiled at herself and smoothed down her nicely pressed top one more time before grabbing a thick leather jacket.

Before exiting the house she checked the gun concealed in her boot, making sure it couldn't be seen. She patted her jean pocket to feel for the miniscule bomb hidden there.

Tonight was going to be easy, but most importantly it was going to mark the beginning of the end for her job as assassin.

She got to the giant theater a half an hour before she was to meet Brittany and Rachel at the entrance. Being early meant being able to find a parking space easily which was always a good thing in LA.

Santana walked past the building flashing 'Street Vagabonds the Musical' in neon red and yellow to the opposite side of the street. She entered a massage parlor and handed in a note at the desk before making her way to the rickety, old-fashion, caged elevator. She walked into room 408.

"Is this really necessary Puckerman?" Santana rolled her eyes at her half naked friend.

"Ah, my favorite voice." He chuckled into the towels under his head, "Just preparing myself for the prize winning shot."

"I don't have all night Puck, just tell me what I want to hear."

"Flanagan is going to have a death stroke with the amount of cleavage your showing, it's all good though, you can just kill him and we'll be done."

"Fucking pig," smacked him over his Mohawk. "Fantasizing over me is disgusting. Now give me the update before I give Miss Wang here a show of my knife up your ass."

"No need to get so defensive," Puck lifts his head and turns over a bit. Santana covers her eyes just in case she sees something that won't let her hold her dinner down. "I'm decent, perv, no need to hide."

"Whatever, you have five minutes."

"Everything is in place Santana; you're always too worried about these things. Don't you ever trust your team?"

"No, I don't trust anybody. But thanks for your poor attempt at putting my mind at ease." Santana turned around and walked out.

"Hey, we're all in this situation and not everyone's got an out like you." She heard Puck shout. This situation was something she really hated and after tonight it would be over.

Santana made her way down the street a little before crossing to the other side. She strolled easily up to the group of five hanging out in front of the theater.

"Hey," Santana greeted, paying attention to mostly Brittany who was dressed to kill. Santana felt so underdressed in her blouse and skinny jeans.

Everyone else murmured their hello's and followed Rachel inside.

Quinn was kind of walking beside Brittany which annoyed Santana. Did she know nothing about space? Besides, she'd brought some Asian guy with her so why was she clinging to her wife.

"Hey Britt, hold on a sec." Santana stopped Brittany with a touch on her arm. To her greater annoyance Quinn stopped walking too.

"What is it San?" Brittany asked completely missing the angry glaring contest between her wife and Quinn.

Quinn seemed to finally get message and continued walking.

"Ummm, nothing Britt," Santana smiled. She noticed how low Brittany's dress cut and wasn't too pleased everyone got to see what should be reserved for only her. "I thought you might get cold inside, have my jacket."

Without waiting, Santana unfolded the thick jacket on her arm and placed it around Brittany's shoulders. From the corner of her eye she could make out Brittany's smile and the way Brittany looked at her adoringly.

"Thanks honey," Brittany said and gave Santana a quick peck on the cheek. She seemed to be in a totally different place from last night which put Santana's mind at ease.

The show itself was boring Santana to death, although Brittany got excited about practically everything. It was also her bad luck that Quinn sat on her left side.

Quinn seemed equally bored and kept looking around as if the old theater's structure was more interesting than the show. Santana's annoyance lessened slightly knowing Quinn's review of the show wouldn't be much different than hers.

At half-time they all went to get some refreshments. Quinn got a call and soon after apologized to the group for having to split, the Asian guy decided to go with her.

"Can I talk to Brittany for a second?" Santana found Quinn already tugging her wife away from the popcorn machine, why ask if she was going to steal Brittany anyways? Santana waved them off and ordered caramel, extra sweet, just like Brittany always did.

It was a brief exchange, by the time Santana had gotten the bucket of popcorn Brittany was back by her side.

"What did she want?" Santana asked, she didn't approve of Brittany's friendship with Quinn but couldn't really do anything about it since she and Brittany worked together and had known each other from high-school.

"Oh, nothing. She just wanted me to compliment Rory on his acting after." Brittany beamed. It sounded odd for Quinn to say that but Santana didn't question it further.

The call came for everyone to be seated again and Santana moaned at the thought of having to suffer for another hour.

Santana couldn't have been happier that the show was finally over. The ending was oh so dramatic with fake gold being thrown everywhere and Rory singing about how rags to riches dreams come true. She wanted to barf at all the shit.

"Wasn't that amazing?" Brittany leaned into her as they got off their seats and made their way to the front.

"It was extraordinary," Santana didn't even hide her sarcasm.

"Oh, come on, you have to agree Rory is kind of cute."

"Lesbian, remember?" Santana pointed to herself. If anything she found the Rory kid completely spoiled and full of himself. She already guessed they'd get a full display of ego from him when they went backstage.

"I couldn't understand him half the time."

"Yeah," Brittany agreed, "he's gotta work on his diction, I could give him a few pointers since Rachel used to tell me I mumbled all the time."

"Nah, nothing's wrong with you. Rachel just can't hear anything if it's not spoken with flaming passion or in song. And you know she draws the worst conclusions."

Rachel finished talking with the guard. He opened the gate for her and she motioned excitedly for Brittany and Santana to follow.

They were taken to a room with Rory's name on the front.

Rachel knocked on the door twice and followed up by singing 'open up'. Something that vaguely sounded like 'come in' came from the other side of the door.

"Hello Rachel, lovely to see you again." Rory stepped forward and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I actually had something to tell you tonight, fancy you strolling in at this convenient time."

"It's very nice to see you again as well…I have…"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to talk about getting dinner sometime. There is someone that would like to meet you."

Rachel didn't like being cut off but when Rory talked about his person who admired her great Broadway talent she was charmed.

"Well, this uncle of yours sounds very nice and of course I'm always up for meeting people who so actively keep Broadway alive. My manager can tell you my schedule."

As if only now sensing there were other people in the room, Rory looked over Rachel towards Brittany and Santana.

"You brought friends?"

"Oh, right."Rachel remembered, "This is Brittany and this is Santana, they wanted to see you after the show."

"Pleasure," Rory stretched his hands out to shake with the couple. "I hope you liked it."

"You were amazing," Brittany began to fawn all over him. Rory looked absolutely thrilled. He also kept looking at the places on Brittany's body that weren't covered, much to Santana's distaste.

One thing Santana was glad for was the distraction Brittany was making. While he laughed at an imitation of himself Brittany was making, Santana quickly slipped something into Rory's pant pocket.

They stayed for about fifteen minutes before saying goodbye. Santana was finally glad to be out of there.

Santana told Brittany she'd get the car and to wait up front for her. She left not knowing that Brittany had asked Rory to have a smoke with her outside.

**A/N** hear me out okay? The sex scene at the beginning of the story might not have been what you expected. I tried to make it a little different because of the nature of Brittany and Santana's relationship, especially when it comes to sex. They're both very sexual and adventurous. It's not strange if they have a unique sex life, so I wrote something a little 'out there'. Also, if you read carefully inbetween the lines, you'll find that it also served a purpose to the story. I hope nobody was put off by it.