Again not much plot development...a lot of teasing and pleasing
Chapter 19
"You know Britt?" Santana dug into her bowl of chilled Dole fruit. "All these rooms and just the size of this place in general, it makes you wonder how many people like us there are put there."
Brittany thought for a while, head resting peacefully on Santana's naked thigh. "I think it would actually be dangerous for all these kind of people to be together. Honestly, we don't have shared loyalties. Everyone has a different background. It'd be very easy to find a reason to kill each other. With most of us being professional killers, it reminds me of prison – a place full of dangerous people."
"You never told me you went to prison babe," Santana teased.
"I didn't, well not for real. It was a mission."
Santana finished the last piece of fruit and put the bowl to the side. There were wrappers and evidence of food everywhere.
"Not that I'm complaining, but how long do you think we'll be stuck here?"
"I don't know," Brittany shrugged and crawled up to lay parallel with Santana. "We've only been here a day."
"I wonder what they are doing in the outside world."
"We have internet here, it's not like we're cut off or anything," Brittany laughed, "Or is that your roundabout way of asking how Puck, Quinn, or oh my god Rachel are doing?"
"Oh please, what a turn off."
"You were turned on?" Brittany raised her eyebrows, "Who are you thinking about?"
"You, naked, in bed with me," Santana wiggled her eye brows. She raised her fingers to touch Brittany's hip.
"If you wanted to have more fun, you could have just told me," Brittany swatted Santana's hand away. She pushed Santana onto her back and straddled her. "But, I want to play another game."
Santana groaned, she hadn't exactly been turned on before but now she was and Brittany was certainly not going to get her off from the look of mischief on her face. "What game?"
"The Let's See How Fast You Can Get Me To Cave Game."
"What the hell is that?" Santana half shouted half laughed.
"Just a little test to see if you've still got it, you know what I mean?"
Oh this was going to be fun, Santana thought. "You don't think I still have it?" She grinded up into Brittany.
"We haven't even started and you're breaking the rules," Brittany pouted.
"There are rules?"
"All games have rules and this one is simple." Brittany paused, waiting for Santana to get impatient. She loved being able to torture Santana like this, foreplay did wonders for their sex life. "Let's go over the goal of the game first. You have to get me to fuck you; it's not as easy as you think."
"I'll get you between my legs in five minutes,"
"Cocky, but as I said it won't be so easy. There is only one rule to the game, you can't touch me."
"Okay," Santana bit her lip. She was going to have to be a bit more creative to get Brittany in bed with her but that was nothing she couldn't manage. "Give me ten minutes."
"We'll see," Brittany smirked and then climbed off of Santana.
"Hey where are you going?" By the time Santana snapped out of her lust filled haze, Brittany was already fully dressed in a sports bra and shorts. No one could blame her for drooling over Brittany's exposed stomach and mile long legs.
"Umm, to the gym," Brittany threw her workout bag over her shoulder.
"But I thought we were playing the game,"
"We are, and I'm going to the gym. You're welcome to come."
Santana did not miss the double meaning, "Oh, you signed up for this and you won't regret it." She said, an idea popping into her head.
"I hope not." Brittany winked.
"So, I'm going to start with the tread mill." Brittany announced before plugging in her earphones. That kind of threw Santana's plan out the window. Now she couldn't sexy talk Brittany into doing her on the sit up bench.
"Yeah, sure," She said to herself knowing Brittany was already jamming to the Rolling Stones. Time for plan B. Santana noticed that the treadmills faced inward, overlooking the rest of the equipment. Perfect.
Santana began stretching right in Brittany's scope of vision which was basically right in front of the treadmill, taking her time showing off her muscled legs and arms. She twisted her waist and stretched so that her cleavage stood out even more. Already she could tell Brittany was having a hard time not staring.
Abruptly, Santana sauntered over to the Bicycles and straddled it. She purposely rubbed herself on it several times disguised as trying to adjust to the seat. It made her realize how wet she was and how she should hurry up. She put the settings to a light flat-road pace and began to peddle. She had to admit, exercising was one of her favorite activities and it felt good second only to sex.
Getting back to her goal, she put extra effort into jutting her ass out. Brittany loved her ass. She had even gone to spinning classes before just because Brittany said her ass was the best thing in the world and Santana didn't want it to go out of shape – the things she did for love, she was so whipped and she knew it.
Half an hour later, they were both sweaty and they stopped to take a water break. Brittany's earphones were now dangling off her shoulders, Santana noticed. Now was her chance.
"Hey Britt, so how's the work out going?"
"Good, you?"
"My ass is sore," Santana laughed seductively, "I can feel the tenseness. Do you want feel how hard my ass is?"
Brittany gulped, like visibly gulped. Santana encouraged her to touch by bending over and sticking her ass out right in front of Brittany. "Oooooh, stretching like this makes my buns feel a little better," she moaned.
Seeing as it wasn't a rule that she couldn't touch Santana, Brittany softly palmed Santana's ass. The other girl moaned unnecessarily loud. She could see through her spread legs that Brittany was getting turned on. "That's it baby, squeeze my ass. You love it when it's hard and tight; only for you baby."
Finally after a minute Brittany willed her hands to stop. "Well, massage time is up." She gave Santana's bum one last pat. "Awwww," Santana pouted. Never mind, Brittany's brain was already in the gutter, she just had to up her game.
"Hey, I'm going to do some chin ups on that monkey bar thing."
"Oh, I'll join you." Santana said hastily. She let Brittany choose her bar and begin swinging on it. "Come on; let's see what you can do." With a smirk, Brittany started counting as she pulled up. The muscles in her arms strained and it almost made Santana faint.
"I thought you were going to join me," Brittany said after a set of eight.
"I will, you just keep going."
"Okay," Brittany shrugged and prepared to do another set.
When Brittany was busy pulling herself up, Santana hung onto one of the bars and hooked her knees onto another one. She let go of her hands so she was hanging upside down. With one more glance at Brittany, she began to do crunches. She knew her abs were on full display. Every time she pulled up, Santana made sure to moan lightly. Brittany hadn't plugged her ears again so sexual sounds were definitely going to be an advantage.
Another thing Santana had planned was timing. Whenever she pulled up, Brittany would just be dropping down again. This brought them nearly face to face with every drop and pull.
"You're abs are really hot," Santana said as they were both taking a break. She was still upside down while Brittany swung loosely on the bar.
"I could say the same to you, but can you stop staring at my crotch?"
Santana smirked, "it's not my fault it's right in my face. I mean this would be a really hot position to eat you out." Just the thought of it made her shiver. She could tell the visual was playing in Brittany's mind by the way her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip sat in between her teeth.
"Maybe another time," Santana dropped to the ground, "gonna go lift some weights." Brittany was hooked and she knew it. Without invitation, Brittany followed her to the barbell rack. "I bet I can lift more than you," Santana challenged.
"You think?" Brittany chuckled.
"Yeah, I mean I'm mostly a field agent while you're a computer geek. I'm sure I can pull more weight."
"Don't underestimate me Santana, have you seen these babies?" Brittany flexed and kissed each of her biceps.
"I still think I can lift more," Santana shrugged. "Where do you want to start? I'm gonna do ten kilo's"
"Show off much?" Brittany laughed and took a set of eight.
After fifty reps, Santana decided that 10 Kilo's were not impressive enough and changed her barbell's to fifteen. Brittany just rolled her eyes and switched hers to twelve.
"Tired yet baby?" Brittany asked seeing that Santana was concentrating hard with every rep.
"Nope, but form is important if you want to stay safe."
"Uhuh,"
"How do the baby weights feel?" Santana taunted. Of course 12 kilo's was pretty heavy but they didn't compare to 15.
"Breezy, I actually think I'll switch to 20 Kilo's." Brittany sat on the bench press and hoisted the heavy weight over her shoulder. To say Santana was shocked was an understatement; her mouth hung wide open as Brittany lifted weight over her head and down again.
"Woah, Britt don't hurt yourself trying to impress me,"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm doing what I normally do."
Santana screwed on 12 kilo's weight's on either side of her bar. She bent over and lifted from floor to chest. "Why have we never gone to the gym together?"
"Because I prefer to be outdoors with you, it's more romantic,"
"Hey going to the gym together could totally be romantic," Santana said. "I'd get to show off how hot my girl is when she's breaking a sweat and be possessive of you whenever someone looked at you wrong."
"I'll book that for the future," Brittany winked. "You're kind of hot lifting 24 Kilo's. I didn't think your miniature frame could handle it."
"I may be small, but I can do a lot of things."
"Tell me about it," Brittany began to pant for a whole different reason.
"I'm pretty flexible, I can do splits on your face or if you'd like to watch I can get off by rubbing myself on a rope suspended five feet off the ground."
Brittany unknowingly shut her legs and adjusted her sitting position, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable wetness. "You talk a good game but who knows if you can deliver." She set the barbell down unable to continue without injuring herself. Santana had shattered all her concentration.
"I'm not opposed to testing," Santana didn't really know if she could do the things she said but if it got Brittany to surrender than she was going to try.
"Okay, let's see if we can find some rope."
The girls searched high and low but there wasn't any to be found.
"Well, too bad that will have to wait," Santana was somewhat relieved that her supposed skills would not be tested today.
"What about this?" Brittany dug up a long, neon green jump rope. "I could hang it from the curtain rod and then," She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Oh, I don't know Britt," Santana thought of an excuse. "The rubber will probably break…"
"Wanky,"
Santana paused and put her hands on her hips, "And now you're using my word…on me."
"I couldn't help it."
"Sure you couldn't, well I can't help you either. You'll just have to wait till we find some sturdy rope." Santana thought about the next part of her plan, "I'm going to take a shower now…a cold shower…you might want to join me because I know you're pretty wet down there and it's not all sweat. I won't mind if you masturbate in the stall next to mine." She turned on her heels and headed towards the bathroom knowing she had won.
In the locker room, Santana took off her clothes not caring that Brittany was entering behind her and was getting a free show. She hummed good naturedly as she bent down to remove her underwear, flinging it in the general direction of Brittany. Her bra too was discarded without much thought. As she entered one of the shower stalls, Santana could hear Brittany cursing at her clothes for not coming off easily. She spun from the wall to face outward.
"What are you standing there for?" She knew Brittany wanted to shower with her but was hesitant because Santana said they should shower separately. "There are other free stalls."
"Fine," Brittany stomped off to the stall on Santana's right and turned on the shower.
After a minute, Santana decided it was time to get Brittany started. "Ohhh, ummm," she moaned as she rubbed soap all over her body. "Yeah, God I'm so wet." Her hands moved to rub bubbles on her legs. "So tight, oh, oh," Santana reached for the bar of soap to collect more on her hands.
"Santana," she heard from the stall over and smirked visualizing Brittany knuckle deep inside herself. "Santana."
"Huh, what?" Santana snapped out of her daydream to see Brittany standing at the entrance of her stall.
"You're not…"
"Coming? No, but I fooled you." Stand there looking at each other was getting awkward and Santana did not do awkward so she began to dance.
"What are you doing?" Brittany gulped, conflicted whether to wait for an invitation or join in because she fucking can. For the love of god, Santana is her wife - Her very sexy wife that is doing some sort of water dance with bubbles. It's all kinds of adorable and hot. And God, she just wants to pop those bubbles.
"I am…getting wet and slippery all over. And I'm touching myself." She made sure to look into Brittany's eyes as she emphasized the touching part dragging her fingers across her stiff nipples.
"Fuck baby," Brittany couldn't stop herself from launching at Santana, throwing her back first into the tiled wall. Pressed chest to chest, naked and wet, Brittany sucked on Santana's neck making her elicit a high-pitched squeal. "I win, I freakin win Britt. Say it, I have game."
"Santana, do you really want me talking when I could be going down on you?"
Brittany's voice made her shudder. Warm lips licked and sucked behind her ear. The kisses moved down the column of her neck as hands dissolved the bubbles covering her breasts. Brittany began to rub her already sensitive buds, loving the rubbery stiffness and how they created a visible reaction on Santana's face.
Her eyes were shut and her mouth open. Her hands clutched tightly to the back of Brittany's head urging her wife to go down. Brittany released her lips from Santana's skin and smirked. "Wasn't there something you wanted me to say?"
Santana was exasperated, even when she was winning she wasn't winning any. "Britt, tell me I have game and go the fuck down on me already!"
Not having to be told twice and deciding she'd already tormented Santana long enough, Brittany silenced Santana with a kiss. She inserted her fingers in Santana's pussy and pumped in short rhythms, going directly to her g-spot.
After a few more pumps, Brittany removed herself from Santana's lips and knelt down knees first onto the hard tiled floor. The stall was small and stuffy but she didn't care so long as she could satisfy Santana. "Honey, I can't do much with this angle. Lift your leg."
Santana obeyed, resting her right thigh on Brittany's shoulder. "You look delicious," Brittany said and connected her lips to Santana's swollen nub. Santana rutted into Brittany's face as Brittany sucked and licked her.
Brittany held on tightly to Santana's ass to keep her still. Already, Santana was moaning loudly, the echo's making her voice sound even more heavenly. Giving her clit a break, Brittany moved her tongue to Santana's entrance and slipped inside. Her walls were tight and pulsating against her tongue. Back and forth, she urged Santana to start a rhythm. It was so hot watching Santana fuck her tongue. When Santana came, Brittany sucked harder and more urgently, milking Santana for all that she had.
She could feel Santana weaken and put more weight onto her as she came down from her high. "Hey honey, let's get rinsed off and then you can rest while I shower. I may have to rub one out, consider it a free show."
Santana nodded with a smile and lifted her leg off Brittany. Standing after that rocking orgasm was a pretty difficult feat. "Come here," Brittany carried Santana in her arms before she could protest and set her on a bench. She fetched a towel and covered Santana's wet frame. "I'll be right out," she left with a kiss.
Brittany had been gone for five minutes when the whimpering began. Santana figured she was masturbating and trying hard not to make noises, what a shame. She'd love to sit there and listen to her wife getting off. Who was she kidding? She wanted to help her wife get off; it was like part of her vows or something.
Finding strength in her legs again, Santana threw off her towel and found the stall Brittany was in. There she was, head pressed hard to the wall under a curtain of water; her hand moving in circles between her legs. She surprised Brittany from behind, joining her under the water even though she had just dried off and replacing Brittany's hand with her own.
"Honey, what are you doing? You're supposed to be…"
"Shhhhh, let me take care of you," Santana cut her off, pressing her lips into Brittany's. Her hand gathered Brittany's wetness and began to rub concentrated circles around Brittany's mound. Brittany sunk her body into Santana's, loving the feeling of being enveloped by the love of her life. "Are you close baby?" Santana asked in between kisses. Brittany's breathing was getting more erratic by the second as they tongued each other's mouths. "Yeah, keep going. I want your fingers inside me." Santana nodded and dropped her lips to Brittany's shoulder. Already, Brittany was helping herself to Santana's fingers, riding them like a pro.
"San, I need you to.."
"I got it Britt," Santana curled her fingers knowing that was what her wife was asking for.
"OH, that's perfect just – do that." Brittany twisted her neck to kiss the side of Santana's head, urging her to join their lips again. Santana used her other hand to hold Brittany tightly to her body as they did their perfect dance. She opened her mouth for Brittany's tongue to enter and let Brittany have her way. Brittany's arm came around Santana's head and held them together. "You're so hot Britt," Santana said when she knew Brittany as close. Talking always helped both of them to let go.
"Come for me baby; come all over my fingers so I can lick them. I won't brush my teeth for days because I don't ever want your taste to go away."
That's all it took for Brittany to crash and cry loudly, "Santanaaaa, I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart, forever and always. That's why I married you." Santana chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to Brittany's cheek.
The night had been perfect. Santana had made a lovely candlelight dinner; they had cuddled in the planetarium they had found (like who the fuck needs a planetarium? But it's pretty cool) and finally gone to bed kissing sweetly.
It certainly felt like they were on vacation from real life after living like fugitives for two days. But Brittany couldn't stay away from the real world for long. The computer geek inside her was itching for some web surfing time, plus she had something on her mind that was bugging her. Making sure that Santana was sleeping soundly, Brittany Slipped out of bed, put on a hoodie and track pants and went down to the fourth floor where there was a computer lab.
Upon entering, she could tell some of the equipment was out of this world expensive and extremely up to date. There were even some pieces she hadn't seen before and she couldn't wait to get her hands on them. Brittany turned on one of the computers and made sure that it was hooked to a 17inch screen and two huge screens spanning the size of both walls. "Welcome to the labyrinth," She said out loud and laughed because she was talking to herself – computers just got her so excited. "Now, let's enter." Brittany connected to the internet and downloaded her own special program 'BlueJelly' that automatically let her access the server and files from her own computer. She typed in the letters, "b-l-o-b-m-o-u-n-t-a-i-n" when prompted for a password. "And here we go."
Several of the projects she had been working on had been complete. She checked that they had gone well without a glitch. "Perfect, and time for the pay," her inbox notification popped up telling her that there were some new messages. She opened her mailbox and scrolled to find the name 'triplecore.'
"Bingo," The message thanked her for a job well done and asked where to send her gift, gift being code for money. Brittany hit reply and apologized for not answering sooner. She wrote down that he could wire the money to the account of Ana Tirb in the Cayman Islands. The other messages were of little interest to her, just more people asking her to do more jobs. Usually she'd be happy to start a new project but something else was occupying her mind.
She closed her inbox and opened her customized search engine which she had painstakingly tweaked to include all of the archives from the United States government and the FBI. It gave her maximum results when she needed to do research. It was one of a kind and that's why "BrixXxan" was always on high demand in the hacking market.
Reviewing what exactly it was that she wanted to look for, Brittany input the words Motta and Flanagan then coded the search to find everything that had four degree's of association. It only took two seconds' for her powerful search engine to come back with 12870 results, way too many. With one look, Brittany knew there was too much junk to go through – she had to be more specific.
What kind of past would Sugar Motta try to hide? Brittany had never doubted Sugar before but it struck her as strange that each time Rory Flanagan had escaped them, Sugar had been involved each time. Could they be working together? It didn't seem plausible unless their plans were much bigger than a few oil shares. Sugar Motta had joined Brittany and Quinn six months before Rory Flanagan even existed to her. It was all very confusing.
From what Brittany knew, Sugar was a sweet girl – a bit eccentric, but sweet. Once upon a time, she could trust Sugar with her life and that said a lot about her confidence in the girl. Not one time had Sugar let their team down until Rory Flanagan showed up.
She was missing something very big and obvious, she just didn't know what. "I need a cup of coffee," Brittany groaned and decided to enter the sixth dimension chat room while she went to get some. She took her time going up the elevator to the ground floor and setting up the good coffee machine, not the automatic one. She opened a bag of full, not yet grounded coffee beans and put a cup full in the machine. She didn't know how much she actually needed, when it came to making food or drinks she just went with instincts and hoped it turned out – that's why she and Santana had a running joke about saying 'surprise me,' because many times it was quite literal. Anyways, Brittany didn't care if she put too much, the stronger the better.
Brittany poured the coffee into a large mug, it was equivalent of two mugs and according to her logic meant that she wouldn't need to make more later. She put in two teaspoons of sugar and some creamer. "Ahhhh," She sighed satisfied. On her way downstairs, Brittany nearly runs into Santana who is carefully monitoring her feet not looking where she's going.
"Brittany!"
"Santana," Brittany smiles only half as shocked as her frizzy haired wife.
"I thought you left or someone took you in my sleep." Santana breathed deeply now that the nightmare of waking up without Brittany was over. "What are you doing up so early and what is that ungodly mug filled with? Brittany?"
"I've had an ephipany! Of course, the string couldn't link to anything because there were no threads to follow!" Brittany left Santana on the stairs watching her.
"Hey! Where the hell are you going and why are you not speaking human? Brittany!" Santana ran after her, not an easy task for a newly woken person. "Tell me about the epiphany!"
"What is going on here! Oh wow," Santana stops at the entrance of the computer lab. It's definitely out of her league. "Is this witchcraft?"
"No San, I used to call it the demon's dungeon when I was so addicted to all this stuff. I was literally a slave to my computer once upon a time, I'm not kidding."
"Okay, like is it safe to enter?" Santana didn't know why she was being so apprehensive but she'd never entered a labyrinth like it before.
"Of course, grab a chair. We have some work to do. Sugar Motta is not the girl we think she is."
Next chapter I promise all plot and no play (except for the usual flirting and married couple banter)