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Chapter 12

Santana felt herself able to breathe again as she leaned against the wall. She didn't know how this was going to play out but one thing she knew for sure, she had to disarm Brittany.

Another blast came at the wall a few feet away from her. What sort of fire arms did Brittany bring? Like is she serious?

Santana knew she had to move fast if she didn't want to be blown up.

"You don't play fair baby!" Santana shouted over the sound of crumbling cement. Brittany already knew where she was, might as well find out Brittany's location.

"Well it wasn't fair for you to put all the blame on me."

The shooting stopped. Santana had a pretty good idea where Brittany was hiding but she soaked in the silence and caught her breath before moving.

Santana peeked out from around the wall towards the stairs, she saw a shadow move quickly and disappear.

In true combat style, Santana locked her arms in a ready to shoot position as she cleared each corner. She stood at the bottom of the steps, shielded by landing area above. She looked up several times until she spotted Brittany.

Brittany had her hair tied tightly and was wearing a simple tank-top with ripped up jeans. She rarely saw her wife in such casual clothing except for when they went on dates which have been rare. For work, Brittany liked her power suits just as much as Santana did and if they were home, they were usually wearing the bare minimum or nothing at all.

Santana shook her head and tried to focus on the situation again.

She's about to kill you and you're getting turned on. What is wrong with you?

Santana peeked again, and this time she fired at Brittany's leg. At the last minute she decided it wouldn't do to have a scar on those glorious thighs so she missed.

Three shots fired back at her this time from a gun of a much smaller caliber. The shots barely missed her head.

"Come on baby, is that the best you can do?" Santana dashed up the stairs knowing Brittany wouldn't expect her to do something that rash.

Santana believed Brittany didn't want to kill her yet or she would have been dead already. Those shots were dangerously close.

"Whatever you do I can do better honey." Brittany replied just as Santana got the top step. Santana watched in awe and terror as Brittany ran and jumped off the landing. There was no way she'd land safely at the bottom of the stairs.

"What are you doing Britt!"

Her heart almost failed her until she saw what Brittany had done. A towel was tied tightly to the railing and Brittany was dangling from her hands. She let go, dropping only about a foot to the bottom step. Damn her long arms and legs, now Santana had to catch her all over again.

"Yeah right, if you didn't come with enough firepower to blow up the Empire State building, you'd be begging for mercy babe." It came out jumpy since she was speeding down the steps, no longer afraid of Brittany shooting at her.

This whole little shooting game was becoming ridiculous.

Apparently running into the open was a bad idea. As soon as Santana marched into the living room, Brittany jumped out from behind the sofa kicking the gun out of Santana's hand.

Thinking quickly, Santana closed the space, diving for Brittany with all the power she could muster. They ended up tumbling over the couch.

The coffee table broke their fall, but really their combined body weight broke the table into a thousand jagged pieces of glass.

"That hurt, damn it!" Brittany screamed feeling sharp stings in her back. With her gun she hit Santana repeatedly on the arms, shoulders, back, anywhere to get Santana off her.

"Fuck," Santana breathed. She knew there would be multiple bruises to take care of if she came out of this alive.

With a final push, Brittany hoisted Santana off of her. She readjusted her grip on her hand gun, ready to put it into Santana's neck and get the real conversation started. But it never happened.

She never saw the palm of Santana's hand until it was in her face. The slap sounded loudly and stung like hell.

When she got her focus back together she no longer had her gun. She was doomed; Santana would probably kill her now.

Brittany was surprised to see that Santana wasn't holding the gun either. Brittany opened her mouth to say something but the words were gagged in her throat as Santana pushed her backwards into the hole ridden wall of their living room. She could barely breathe with Santana choking her.

"Why did you move out Brittany?" Santana breathed in her ear. "Why did you return your wedding ring? Why did you ruin us?" She banged Brittany's head against the wall roughly.

Brittany closed her eyes and channeled all her energy and what little breathe she had left into a swift lift of her knee.

Sure Santana wasn't a guy but the impact of hard bone in that area still had her doubling over in pain.

Brittany caught her breath before grabbing Santana and punching her.

"God that feels so good!" She exclaimed. Santana staggered but tried to stay standing. She couldn't let Brittany win.

Santana wiped the blood from her nose and launched into Brittany who side stepped making Santana stumble into a cabinet.

Brittany got to her fast and held her up against the sturdy furniture. With Santana under control, Brittany licked up her long neck tasting the sweat all the way to her ear. "You didn't want me anymore that's why Santana. You were angry at me, and you're dangerous, so dangerous baby. I'd have to sleep with a gun to your head and my finger on the trigger if I stayed. Do you understand?"

"I wouldn't have hurt you," Santana breathed bringing her hands up to smother Brittany's face. Brittany tried to pry them off but Santana was determined. "…not like that. I might have thrown dinner back in your face or thrown a tantrum but physically hurt you – never."

Getting Santana's hands off her for a moment, Brittany replied, "That's alright, my feelings wouldn't have been hurt. I don't cook sweetheart, it's all canned food with a little personal twist."

"What?"

Brittany chuckled at Santana's surprised face.

"Oh, I was content to play your little housewife. But no, I can't cook to save my life."

"Oh my god, I came home everyday to eat your crap after depriving myself of lunch?"

Brittany's face dropped.

"You haven't been eating lunch? I thought I told you it was bad to skip…"

She was cut short with a kick to the stomach. Brittany crashed into the couch, Santana landed on top of her soon after.

They struggled a bit for the upper hand.

"Oww, what has gotten into you?" Santana pulled her hand back after being bitten by Brittany. She was answered with a push to the floor.

"You said you didn't like my cooking." Brittany smirked. She straddled Santana, pressing her back into the sharp glass.

"Please, I don't like a lot of things. I don't like sea creatures cause they're so damn creepy. I don't like you working with Quinn. I don't like it when every man and his mom looks at you like your dinner whenever we go out."

Brittany loosens her grip for a moment. "What? Those were things you told me you liked? The starfish we named after Berry, and Quinn being a trusty co-worker…and how everyone could look at me but you didn't care cause I was yours… "

"Guess I lied?" Santana shrugged.

"Owww," Brittany slapped her. "It's not like you tell me the truth about everything!"

With all her strength, Santana flips them over but away from the smashed coffee table.

"Well now that we're being truthful, I guess I can say that your car is anything but sexy. It literally sounds like a huge fart when you rev it up, oh, and on our honey-moon your drunk singing was such a turn off."

"Thanks for telling me," Santana rolled her eyes as she got her hands on Brittany's neck. "I will never sing for you again."

"Whatever."

Santana finally got on top and jumped to her feet. Brittany followed standing with her guard up just in case Santana attacked her.

"Show me what you can do baby. If only I knew you were a trained agent all along, play fighting would have been so much fun."

Santana darted forward but withdrew quickly, stepping from side to side looking for an angle to get past Brittany's defense. She unleashed a kick aimed for Brittany's head that hit exactly where she wanted it to.

Brittany swayed a bit but countered with a few punches, one upper cut breaking Santana's lip.

Santana wiped the blood with the back of her hand. She grabbed Brittany by the wrist and pushed her up against the cold glass of the aquarium. With her advantage, Santana slipped her arms inside and pinned Brittany's shoulders. Their mouths were so close; she could feel Brittany's breath against her cheek.

Of course she didn't do something quick enough. In the blink of an eye Brittany had switched them and her face was smashed against the aquarium, a knife at her throat.

"All I'm asking of you Santana," Brittany says slowly, deliberately like she's finally getting serious, "is that you leave me alone. I don't know if we'll ever be able to work this out but at least that big lie is out in the open. Give me time okay? I'll let you live if you don't come after me or any of our friends. Is that too much to ask?"

Santana was feeling really uncomfortable with the knife at her neck. She was afraid to say no. What if Brittany was serious about killing her? She didn't want them to end like this. But she also didn't want to stay away from Brittany, she couldn't.

In that instant, Brittany had broken her heart again without even knowing.

Santana realized Brittany was probably trying to do the right thing but it still hurt to know Brittany wanted to be away from her.

"Why can't we just work things out now?"

"Really Santana. We need a break from each other. We need time to think about what we want."

Santana already knew what she wanted; everything else was a minor detail.

She turned her head to look straight into Brittany's eyes. The movement and the knife pressure left a trail of blood on her neck but that was the least of Santana's worries.

She didn't do anything else, just stared into those wonderful blue eyes. They mesmerized her, the light from the fish tank only making them shine brighter. Santana wondered why they had to come to this. It took their falling apart for the questions that had once clouded her mind to become clear.

Did she still love Brittany? Yes, with all her heart. Did Brittany have reason to fear her if she told the truth? Yes. But would she have loved Brittany any less? No. Did she want to work things out with Brittany? Yes. Did she want to take a break? No.

"Brittany, I don't… I can't…" Santana swallowed. Brittany continued to stare at her with a sort of sadness and resignation.

Santana took her chance. She flipped them around, slipping the knife out of Brittany's hand in the process. It clattered to the floor

She used her whole body to press into Brittany.

"I understand Santana…It's alright…" Brittany's eyes began to water. Of course she was asking too much. She always knew that once Santana was confronted, she would run and hide behind her brick wall of fear.

"No, you don't." Santana panted, "I don't want to take a break and I can't wait for you Brittany…If I'm sure of anything right now, through this whole mess…I know I love you…and that is real. I can't wait..."

Santana didn't finish her sentence. Right now she had the urge to do one thing and it really couldn't wait.

She surged forward, capturing Brittany's lip in a moment of passion.

She moved against her desperately, missing her so much. It had been an intense week of fighting, misunderstandings, disagreements, pining, hurt and so much more.

"I want you so bad," Santana panted against the skin of Brittany's neck before joining their mouths again. This time Brittany reciprocated pulling Santana in even tighter. Santana's kiss infected her mind, she couldn't think of one reason to stop.

"Please don't make me wait…I want you." Santana withdrew to connect her eyes to Brittany's. "I won't be able to live without you…knowing you might decide you don't want me."

Brittany's hand came up to cup Santana's cheek and draw her slowly in. She left a delicate kiss to the plump lips that she was addicted to. "Sounds like something you decided," Brittany slipped her tongue out to pry Santana's mouth open hungrily.

It felt like forever but Santana wanted it to last beyond infinity. Brittany gripped the back of Santana's head and angled it so she could fully revisit Santana's mouth.

There were still so many things to say. Santana broke the kiss when they needed air.

"But it's a possibility that you won't want to be with me anymore. I can't let you go, you already broke my heart so many times baby…don't break it again please?"

Brittany pushed back into Santana, freeing them from the now sweat stained aquarium glass. "Talk later." She grabbed Santana under her butt and lifted her to straddle her waist. She caught Santana's lips roughly and kissed her hard.

"But I need to know Britt,..Owwww" Brittany blindly directed them to the kitchen but in her haste she knocked Santana's head against the wall.

"Sorry honey."

"About what? My head or my heart?" Santana was in pain but Brittany's mouth was so good, she could orgasm from just making out. Her hands held tightly to Brittany's hair, the only thing keeping her from soaring at the moment.

They made it to the kitchen with a few more bumps. Brittany's hands had now clawed Santana's pants half-way off her bottom.

"Both, I'm sorry Santana I don't know anything right now…My head is messed up…I don't have the answers. All I want is you on this counter…screaming my name." Brittany said while she cleared the marble top of condiments, knife-holder, bowls and decorations. Everything ended up on the ground in a loud shatter.

Brittany was crazy for Santana. The week apart had taken its toll.

Santana watched with heavy breath as Brittany got rid of everything in one swoop. Not long after Brittany had climbed on top of the counter, stalking towards her. Like an animal she hovered over her prey.

Santana had never been so turned on. Brittany's hair was a mess, her tank top ripped up and barely hanging off her shoulders, and her lips bruised.

When Brittany got to her, she wasted no time in ripping the button up blouse Santana was wearing. Santana didn't care, it was beyond ruined already. She did care that Brittany looked like she was ready to eat her up though…she anticipated what was to come.

The shirt was dropped on the floor when Brittany crashed their lips together. Blood flowed from her previously cracked lip but the taste of Brittany dominated.

Santana refused to submit and lie on her back. Her elbows were propping her up and giving her mouth a very good angle to work her tongue against Brittany's. One hand held Brittany's jaw in place while the other went down to work Brittany's pants off.

The room filled with heavy breathing and smacking of lips but Santana concentrated on pushing her hands past the layers of jeans and cotton underwear covering Brittany's core.

She let out a loud moan when Brittany unclasped her bra and palmed her breasts hard. Brittany was using teeth on Santana's neck, shoulders and chest. It really wasn't fair.

"Oh, fuck…uhhhhh," Brittany moved to her other breast, her tongue played with Santana's hard nipple. "You are so hot baby," Santana watched through half lidded eyes as Brittany ate her.

Remembering her goal, Santana began to wiggle her hand into Brittany's pants again. This time she hit gold. Brittany was creaming herself; she was so wet Santana's fingers slide right into her easily.

"Sannn…" Brittany whined the air hitting Santana's chest only turned her on even more. Brittany began to rock against Santana's hand desperately. Her hands grabbed for anything to help get Santana's pants off faster…she wasn't in the mood for patience. She caught hold of some kitchen scissors and sliced through the leather and silk until nothing was in her way.

"Damn…Those were my favorite underwear Britt." Santana said before continuing to suck hard on Brittany's pulse point.

"The black and red ones?" Brittany drove three fingers into Santana. She screamed.

"Oh god…Brittany…yeah those ones."

"That's sucks they were my favorite too," Brittany replied but the underwear wasn't really a priority at the moment.

Using her whole body, Brittany pushed in and out of Santana. She cried out with every slam.

Soon Santana wasn't even able to continue moving her fingers inside of Brittany. The power behind Brittany's thrusts sent all her control through the window.

Santana grabbed Brittany behind her neck and kissed her hard. Her other hand held tightly to the edge of the counter. Her grip was so tight; it was the only thing keeping them from toppling off.

Brittany was moving so hard and so fast Santana felt like she was tied to the front of a speeding motorcycle headed for the edge of a cliff.

"Don't stop. Britt you're going to make me come. So Hard. I can't…oh….ohhhhh…"

With the last hard thrust Santana felt herself fall off the cliff, literally. She's suspended in the air and screaming Brittany's name at the top of her lungs. They landed on the kitchen floor. For all Santana knows her back could be broken but she just experienced the most fantastic orgasm in her life.

She opens her eyes to see Brittany and a curtain of golden hair.

"You are amazing. Someone retrieve my heart, I think it fell out of my chest." Santana's chest pumped up and down fast. She lay there catching her breath.

"You are very funny for someone who practically squirted on my hand. But you're welcome." Brittany smirked.

That wouldn't do. Santana was going to wipe that smirk off Brittany's face for good. She raised herself up and supported herself on her elbows. She found Brittany's mouth and tongued Brittany masterfully till Brittany's head was spinning.

Santana took the opportunity to sit up fully. She began to push Brittany into scooting back, parting a sea of knives, spilt olive oil, sesame seed sauce, salt, and broken eggs till Brittany's back crashed into the dishwasher.

Santana found a knife and cut Brittany's jeans up.

"SO hot…" Brittany murmured as she watched Santana murder her pants. When there was nothing left between her and her goal, Santana threw the knife carelessly over her shoulder and lay flat on the kitchen floor.

"What are you doing…ohhh," Brittany moaned as Santana licked her. Brittany knew she wouldn't last long.

Santana was cradling Brittany's ass and making Brittany grind into her face with every thrust of her tongue. Brittany rode her hard and Santana loved it.

Brittany didn't want to come yet, she didn't want this to end. Brittany couldn't remember ever having sex with this much abandon or this much excitement.

"Come here," Brittany growled, not waiting for a verbal or physical response from Santana before dragging her up by the hair. They locked lips hard as Brittany positioned Santana the way she wanted her.

Santana followed the direction of Brittany's hands and found herself straddling Brittany. While kissing, Santana noticed Brittany's shirt and bra were covering what she now desired to suck and squeeze.

Santana broke the kiss to shred the remaining shirt and tore off the bra. She went immediately to suck at Brittany's inviting pink nipples.

Brittany let out a string of encouragements as she adjusted Santana on top of her. She spread her legs so their middles could meet.

She began to rock them, holding Santana's ass in place so she hit the right spot every time.

Santana palmed Brittany's breast, kissing upward till her lips connected with Brittany's once again.

It was hard to concentrate on kissing when they were grinding like this.

Santana began to get the rhythm and soon, Brittany's hands were free to roam.

Brittany's fingers dug into Santana's back as she experienced the incredible sensation with Santana. The sound of her sweating back slapping against the dishwasher was a turn on.

"Faster…oh yeah, yes… yes," Brittany cried as she felt her orgasm build. They were so sweaty and dirty and the kitchen floor was disgusting but Brittany loved having Santana like this, without a care in the world.

"Baby, you're going to make me come…"

Santana knew Brittany was close; she was near the point of no return herself. Santana moved faster, feeling every brush of Brittany's clit against hers.

"Tell me Brittany… Tell me you…uhh… uhhh," Santana was gripping Brittany's hair now with everything she had.

"I missed this so much," Brittany said and kissed Santana deeply. They resurfaced but somehow neither had come yet.

"No, tell me that …" Santana began to sob into Brittany's shoulder. She just had to hear those words…without them she would never know if they would be okay.

"Baby are you okay?" Brittany stopped all their movement. The air was heavy between them like a barrier keeping them from fully merging together.

"NO, I'm not okay Brittany," Santana continued to cry. Her tears ran down Brittany's skin. "I have to know you won't leave me…I'm so scared that you will. I shouldn't have pushed you away like that…but you have to know I was trying to protect you. I love you so much Brittany, I just have to know that you still feel the same way even though we lied and I hurt you."

"Oh, San…" Brittany stroked her wet hair and then kissed it. "I do love you. I have always loved you."

Hearing those words made Santana cry even more. Even though they'd say it every day, she knew this time Brittany meant it and it was real. After everything that had happened, Brittany still loved her.

"Thank you." Santana breathed. She felt as if a whole mountain was removed from her chest.

"Honey, I may have lied about a lot of things" Brittany whispered, "but never about my feelings for you. From the first day I met you and fell in love, to the day we got married and I promised I would love you forever, until now after everything - I know I could never love anyone else. You are my whole world Santana no matter what worlds we've been secretly living in…the only world important to me is the one that I'm with you."

With that confession, Santana broke down again.

When she had calmed down, they started to rock their hips together. This time it felt so much better.

Santana whispered words of love into Brittany's mouth until the moment they both came undone.

Santana collapsed in Brittany's arms, physically and emotionally spent. She moved off of Brittany and they both lay down on the floor feeling like they were on top of the world.

"We should move to the couch," Brittany said now starting to feel how cold the floor was. Santana agreed.

Brittany got up and carried Santana in her arms to their very ruined living room. Tomorrow they would cry over it together but now they were too tired. Brittany lay Santana down gently and then cuddled her from behind.

Santana missed hugging Brittany though so she turned over. They stayed like that, neither girl moving or saying a word. They held each other tight, silently promising to never let go.

Santana's head was resting under Brittany's chin. She fell asleep to the sound of Brittany's heart that was hers and was always hers from the beginning.

Story doesn't end here. There will probably be two more chapters and an epilogue unless someone gives me a great idea to continue the story.