"Do you want to have a shower, Santana?" Brittany asked as they both made their way into the dark house.
"After you, of course," Santana chided.
"Okay, I'll take a shower and then I can cook us dinner, okay?" Brittany smiled.
"Yeah, sure," Santana smiled. But, the moment Brittany turned to the stairs so she can have her shower upstairs, Santana started to make their dinner – their own special dinner.
Making a couple of salad greens, and deep-fried chicken wings coated in chili sauce, Santana started to light up the mahogany table with the two scented candles she had bought in Louisville with her. When she looked up, she saw Brittany there. Her hair blown, her face fresh and somewhat – enchanted, clad only in a terra bathrobe. Maybe it was the light from the candle, or whatever, for that matter.
"I told you, I'll be the one cooking dinner," Brittany smiled as she half-chuckled.
"It's alright. I mean, you can just make some dessert and get some things to get ready, and we can finally sit down to dinner. I'll just take a short shower," Santana mustered half a smile and looked at Brittany.
"Okay. Take your time. The spare towels are in a drawer just above the vanity mirror," Brittany noted.
"Thank you," Santana smiled and made her way to the upstairs bathroom and silently thanked Brittany because she had a clean bathroom. She quietly turned on the warm shower and steam started to fill up the room. Suddenly, a shadow silhouetted against the steam-filled bathroom.
"Santana," Brittany's voice drifted to the brunette's ear.
"Hey," Santana smiled and heaved slowly. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm mad at you," Brittany husked.
"Huh? Why?"
"You stole something that's mine," Brittany said, her voice never wavering and still as intimidating as ever.
"What are you talking about?" Santana growled at the accusation. "Look, I might be me, but I don't steal anything."
"You did," Brittany claimed as she started to push Santana towards the bathroom wall. "You stole something from me."
Santana could feel the cold tile wall touch her back as Brittany drifted nearer and nearer to where she had stood. Like a painstaking gurgle torn from her throat, Santana managed to let her voice out. "What did I steal from you?"
"My heart, and everything that's me," Brittany husked, her bathrobe now wet on the right side, since she had walked under the stream of water coming from the shower. "I hate how you do it."
"I didn't mean to take it with me," Santana retorted, the water cascading on her bare skin as she spoke. "I did not mean to take anything."
"Well, you did. But I don't want you to give it back to me. I want you to keep it," Brittany husked into Santana's ear.
Santana could hear the terra robe drop onto the bathroom floor against the flowing water and she closed her eyes. She could feel a warm stream of air waft across her jaw line. She knew it wasn't the steam; it was way too warm to be steam. She knew it's Brittany. Fingers lightly caressed her breasts and Santana shuddered at Brittany's touch.
"Turn around," Brittany whispered to Santana and the brunette complied swiftly.
Santana could feel her legs widen involuntarily at the blonde's touch, and the lithe hand that ran across her thigh sent bolts of electricity through her spine. She sighed softly and leaned back on Brittany's chest, nibbling softly at the soft mound of muscles that was her breath.
"Santana," Brittany whispered, her voice like a million wind chimes that worked its way into Santana's ear. "Santana, I love you."
"I know, Brittany. I know," Santana responded, wrapping her arms backwards around the slightly taller girl. "And I love you, too."
"Santana, open your legs for me," Brittany husked, her voice dripping with lust and earthly want.
Santana quickly opened her legs wider and she could feel two fingers make its way into her slick, moist hole. She felt them work up the small, pea-sized bundle of nerves that was her pleasure center.
"Oh, Brittany," Santana moaned softly, her hands kneading into the blonde hair, knowing that if Brittany would continue her ministrations, she'd break very soon. "Oh, right there. Right...there...ahh."
She felt the fingers move slightly deeper into her, breaking her entrance, moving, and ravishing her. The lithe hands were wrapped in her slick, velvety warmth and Santana could see through her half-lidded eyes that Brittany's eyes swirled in a deep blue hue with wanton desire.
"Faster Britt," Santana pleaded. "Please...faster. I need to...ahh..." Santana felt the fingers curl up inside her, deliberately hitting that very sweet and sensitive part inside her that made her eyes roll backwards into her skull. Her legs were twitching uncontrollably, her hips bucking and rutting back violently against the blonde.
Brittany was the sole support Santana had, and using her strong knees, Brittany propped Santana against the cold tile wall, all the while keeping the Latina's knees open. With her right hand, Brittany entered Santana with two fingers, and after a few pumps, she fell into a timely rhythm. For a while they stayed that way, with Santana propped against the blonde's knees, but as the faster Brittany's hands pumped their way into Santana, reaching deeper and deeper, the Latina's breaths hitched into shrill intakes of breaths.
"Faster, faster," Santana pleaded – no begged for Brittany desperately. "Please, Brittany, faster..."
"You want this, huh?" Brittany hummed, all the while that Latina's moans were spurring her on to pump harder more than she ever did. "Let it go, Santana, let go."
Brittany curled her fingers into Santana, and it caused the Latina to snap. A surge of wetness pooled from Santana's cavern, soaking the lithe fingers that were once ravaging the well that was Santana some earlier moments. But, instead of pulling out, the wetness willed Brittany to move her fingers inside Santana a little more faster.
"Oh...ahh, Brittany, ohh my...ahhh..." Santana almost whimpered as another surge of heat and shivers tore through her body like a bullet. Her second orgasm left a smile on her face as she slid down the cold tile to the bathroom floor.
"I'm not done yet," Brittany stated and she snaked her arms around Santana's waist. The Latina remained unfazed by what's happening around her. The water and the steam seemed to dissipate a little but Brittany paid no attention as she opened the Latina's legs and positioned herself between them.
"You're so beautiful when you come, Santana," Brittany remarked as she looked at the hazy-eyed Latina underneath her. "It makes me want to make you come each time."
Santana only hummed in response. Brittany looked at her lovingly and kissed the Latina's sweaty forehead, then down to her eyelids as Santana tried to close them, then her nose, and it lingered a little longer on the Latina's plump, bee-stung lips.
Gasping for air, Brittany found herself licking the Latina's jawline, and towards the Latina's earlobe. This act cause giggles to bubble from the Latina's mouth. Her lips descended down to the Latina's chest, and Brittany started to lick across the valley between Santana's breast.
After having her fill, she curved her traverse along the curve of Santana's left breast, and she toyed with the dark nipple for a while, licking and sucking on it as if it was a berry. She circled her tongue around it, making Santana moan above her. Her lips traveled southward, across the Latina's abdomen; Brittany traced the dip of her waist and she came upon the down of short, soft brown hair that adorned and crowned Santana's wet, slick and luscious jewel.
"I love you, Santana," Brittany nobly said as her right index finger poked through the pink flesh, successfully making Santana buck her hips towards the blonde. Brittany could see the glistening flesh under the light overhead them, and to her, it seemed too inviting.
She neared her mouth into Santana, and she caught smell of Santana's scent. It was like...heaven on earth. She found the scent rather, intoxicating. It had poisoned her soul, making her fall into Santana. And she can't stop falling.
Her tongue delved into the moist heat; she tasted everything that is Santana. Softly, she tugged at the pea-sized muscle that she knew would drive Santana insane. She was right, Santana writhed underneath her like a caged animal underneath her. The Latina screamed out her name once her tongue started to go in and out the moist well.
"Bri-ahhhh...ohhhh," Santana's moans sounded like an animalistic growl as Brittany quickened her pace as her tongue entered and reentered Santana. The Latina's eyes remained closed, but her brows furrowed and contorted in pleasure, along with something that is between a smile and a squirm that was playing across her lips.
"Britt...Brittany...I'm...ohhh, ohhh...I'm so– ohhh..." no coherent thought spilled from Santana's mouth. "I'm...ugh...ohhh, clo-ohhh-se...I'm gonna...I'm gon...ahhh...Brittany!"
Santana snapped like a dry, fragile stick; she was tumbling over the edge, calling Brittany's name out loud.
Brittany felt Santana's walls clench and unclench in a pleasurable rhythm around her tongue, and the throbbing sensation wrapped around her velvety muscle as Santana had her third climax. She could feel Santana giggle softly. With a few flicks, Brittany helped Santana come down from her high.
Santana's moans reverberated across the bathroom softly as she wriggled under Brittany's touch. Kissing Brittany, she could taste herself in the blonde's lips. She smiled into the kiss that they shared, and in turn, it also made Brittany smile into the kiss, too.
Brittany watched Santana shower a little while after they had rested themselves. Clad in a towel, Santana excused herself to get her clothes in her truck, leaving Brittany in her room, along with the dress they got from Louisville earlier that day.
Brittany smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, wearing the pink dress. Not to blow her own horn, but she did look very good in the dress, and it looked very nice in her wicker sandals. Wearing the certain footwear, Brittany really did feel that she was an Indian princess. She took the bottle of the summery perfume she had stashed underneath the pile of clothes in her dresser and she splashed it across her neck and pulse points. She felt like she was – nineteen again.
Her body was buzzing with excitement as she descended the stairs. The Latina was bending over the microwave oven when she came into the room. Santana was in her usual khaki pants, and she was wearing the overly large Indian-weaved shirt, making Santana look a lot more beautiful and exotic.
"Wow," Santana shrugged. "You're...breath-taking," she sighed a little.
Maybe it must have been the way Santana smiled, and sighed as she called Brittany breath-taking, but Brittany did feel that she traveled back in time and she was nineteen again – young and fresh and full of adventure. The night was warm, and Santana started to open some windows, but then turned to her.
"You wanna open the windows?"
"Yeah, it's hot," Brittany smiled and started to pull the seat from the Formica table when Santana stopped her. Santana then pulled out the seat for her, something that Brittay found so charming about the Latina.
Santana then piled the food on Brittany's plate, serving Brittany all the time. She poured champagne in the blonde's glass and after it, Santana sat across the table. "Dig in," she smiled.
"No, let me make a toast," Brittany smiled and raised her glass of cheap champagne. "To Santana Lopez, who served me with the most ordinary, yet mot special dinner of all times. And to me, and to us, Santana," suddenly. Brittany's face grew grave serious. "To us, whatever this thing is – love, you might call it, to us, to this, may this love we have...may this live forever in our hearts."
Santana raised her glass to touch it with the blonde's. "It will, Brittany. It's infinite. We are infinite."
Brittany smiled as she took a sip from her glass, looking deeply into Santana's eyes. The Latina immediately locked her gaze with Brittany's, and they fell into a silent conversation. They silently ate through their dinner and drank their champagne quietly. On their third glass, Santana smiled and leaned forward nearer to the blonde.
"Do you want to dance?" Santana whispered.
"Dance? Yes," Brittany smiled and nodded her head slowly, humming silently to herself.
Santana stood up and started to play a song on the stereo. It's not familiar, but Brittany's sure it's one of Santana's songs.
"Terrible Love," Santana smiled and held out her hand to Brittany and bowed a little. "May I have this dance?"
"Well, oh yes," Brittany stood up and made a small curtsy. She then took Santana's hand and with the tune of the song, which is as improper as what they're wearing for a waltz. They both turned and danced like they had the time of their lives. They went on pirouetting, turning, flying and moving across the room.
The music stopped and Santana's back was pushed against the Formica table, and without missing a beat, Brittany kissed her. The blonde kissed her hard. And Santana kissed back. Carefully, they made their way upstairs, towards Brittany's bedroom, and there, Santana laid the blonde on her back.
Slowly, Santana undressed Brittany. She softly caressed the ivory skin under her touch, making Brittany sigh contentedly underneath her. She stared at the blonde's naked form, her brown eyes worshiping her lover's form.
"You're so...beautiful, Brittany. So beautiful that it hurts here..." Santana pointed at her chest. "It hurts here."
"Let me take that hurt away, Santana."
"No, let it stay here. Let it. The pain will remind me...about how beautiful you are," Santana took Brittany's hand, and laid it on her chest. "If by getting hurt each time I try to remember how beautiful you are, then I will gladly take the pain. Just let me remember you."
"Santana, I will grow old, have wrinkles..."
"I'd bet my Mexican third eye that you'd still be beautiful in my eyes," Santana smiled sheepishly and Brittany giggled. Santana giggled, too. And just like that, they stayed there, on the bed – both naked, laughing and giggling and just touching – just lazily letting time pass.
"Tomorrow," Brittany smiled sadly as she ran her fingers over Santana's tan shoulders. They were laying on the bed for hours, and they just talked about things and places Santana had been. "What will happen to us?"
"Tomorrow?" Santana looked down at the blonde who was lying her head on her bare chest. "I'll have to leave you my heart. From then on, I have to travel around without a heart. One day, when it's going to be right for us, I will have to swap it with yours."
"Santana, I don't want you to leave."
"I know, but Brittany, you have your family here. And you don't have to stay here because you need to or you have to. You have to stay because they – Ashley and Sam, they need you," Santana said. "Please, Brittany. Don't choose between me and your family."
"I understand, Santana. I wouldn't want you to make me choose, too. Thank you so much – for, for everything. I have one thing to ask though," Brittany said silently as she looked into the face that she had fallen in love with.
The moonlight fell across the Latina's face and again, Santana was capturing her soul, stealing her air. "What is it, Brittany?"
"Don't forget me," Brittany said. "When you'll have children someday, please, don't forget to tell them about a certain Brittany Pierce."
"I won't deny them the right to know about you, Brittany," Brittany felt Santana's lips press on her bare shoulder. "It's alright if you cry, Brittany."
Brittany cried to sleep that night in Santana's arms, with Santana trying to hum her the lyrics of Songbird by Fletwood Mac.
When Brittany fell asleep, naked in her arms, Santana cried, too.