June 17, 2008

Lima, Ohio

Brittany woke up first in the morning and she took in the scent that she had grown so familiar with these past four days. Her eyes quickly traveled across the Latina's face, and she smiled a little at the sight of the sleeping brunette.

"Good morning," Brittany whispered at Santana, who just opened her eyes.

"Morning," Santana replied groggily and her head shot up. "Wait. Don't move. Just stay in bed."

Santana ran down the halls, bareassed and naked as she retrieved her camera bag in the living room. She quickly ran back upstairs and she saw Brittany laying on the bed, confusion written in her face. Quietly, Santana slipped beside her and smiled.

"Good morning, love."

Brittany looked at her. "Good morning, too. What was that racket all about?"

"Nothing. I just...there's – I bought you something yesterday," Santana said. "If it's fine for you."

"What is it, Santana?"

With that, Santana produced a black and pink box, and Brittany's eyes widened at the sight of it. "Is that what I think what it is?" Brittany asked Santana as the Latina took out the cover.

Santana just nodded as she took out the strap-on from the box. "It is."

"Santana, look..."

"Britt, if you don't wanna try it... we won't try..."

"No, please," Brittany looked into Santana's eyes. Immediately, Santana could see the lust in there, that mirrored her own in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked. "I don't want it if you don't want it."

"No, Santana!" Brittany groped the eight-inch strap-on from Santana's hands. "I want it. I want you."

There was a shot of heat and a surge of wetness coming forward from Santana's legs and she hungrily kissed the blonde. She ravaged Brittany's lips, but then she stopped. "I love you, Brittany. I love you."

"I love you, too, Santana," Brittany answered, her eyes closed and when she looked into the brown eyes, they were filled with affection.

Santana started to kiss her again, but this time, slowly. Her hands started to wander across the dip of Brittany's waist, tracing the soft contours of Brittany's belly as she did so. Her hands traveled south, on to the thin, soft down of blonde hair adorned Brittany.

"Santana, let me," Brittany sat up on the bed, and took the strap-on from Santana. She knelt in front of the Latina and fitted it between Santana's legs. She smiled as she did so, and she looked up to Santana and they locked gazes.

"I love you," Santana breathed.

"I know, Santana. I want you, I love you...I need you...all of you," Brittany breathed out.

Santana kissed her again, this time much more passionate and her lips were the messengers of her love for the blonde. Santana positioned herself between the creamy legs, and she could feel herself aroused at the view of Brittany's glistening core.

"Santana," Brittany said, sounding like she was begging. "Please."

Santana brought her mouth close to the glistening heat, inhaling the scent that was Brittany. She cherished the sensation she's feeling and she slowly groped the length that she had and positioned it in front of Brittany's entrance. She took Brittany's hands in her own, locking them on both of her sides.

"You're so...beautiful, Brittany. I...I have no...words to...precisely describe...your beauty," Santana husked, then slowly inched her length into Brittany. She slowly entered her, tentatively pushing and pulling slowly.

"San...fast...faster," Brittany said, her voice high-pitched.

"I don't want to hurt you, Brittany," Santana whispered and slowly pushed forward, letting Brittany adjust to the length, not that it would bother her, though. Brittany had given birth once.

"Please..." Brittany said desperately from underneath her.

Slowly, Santana gently pushed through. She could feel a little resistance at first, and she pushed a little harder, forcing herself into Brittany slowly. She took her time, not to be too harsh and too brusque at her task. Santana moved a little each time, pushing slowly and letting Brittany get accustomed to the sweet stranger.

Inside her mind, Brittany could feel Santana's respect for her. She could feel how careful Santana was, how sensual she was. Pulling herself slowly towards Santana, she could feel the phallus penetrate her, sending her sense into a racket. Her breaths became ragged as Santana was already halfway. Her breaths were wheezing sounds as Santana moved deeper and deeper inside her.

Judging by Brittany's breaths, Santana knew that the blonde was very well accustomed to the sweet intrusion between her legs. She pushed in deeper, making the length buried inside Brittany.

Slowly, Santana pulled out halfway, and then slowly, she pushed back again. The Latina did this over and over until Brittany could get used to to tempo. Santana pushed and pulled at an excruciatingly slow pace, putting her elbows on both sides of Brittany's head to let her stay propped up.

Blue eyes lock with brown ones and Santana knew that Brittany was ready. Slowly, she increased her tempo, making her thrusts more powerful and forceful. Sometimes, she thrusts faster, other times, she thrusts slower, some of her thrusts were forceful, others were gentle. Brittany could feel herself climb uphill towards her ecstatic pinnacle, but Santana's alternating tempos were quite an obstruction to her quest in achieving her orgasm.

"Santana, please..." Brittany breathed heavily. She tried to bend her legs and wrap them around Santana's waist, forcing the brunette to quicken her pace.

Santana didn't pull away, but she still broke every amount of rhythm that seemed to flow between them, prolonging the blonde's climax. Brittany's senses were long overridden by her pleasure, her mind not functioning anymore. The world could fall apart and she won't know it, because Santana was there. She pulled the brunette closer to her, so that she could merge them a little more closer.

Brittany flung her arms around Santana's neck, locking herself into Santana. She could feel the tanned woman's strong, sinewy muscles on her skin and it was like an earthly heaven for her. She could feel the first bead of sweat run down her chest as Santana pumped into her harder than ever.

Brittany could feel herself snap accordingly and everything around them seem to crumble down. Knowing she can't take more of the pleasure, Brittany gave up holding Santana in her arms and resorted to the sheets. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she saw the stars explode behind her eyelids.

She kept on trembling, long after Santana had stopped pushing through her. Such overload from pleasure left Brittany fazed and detached from reality. She was buzzing all over, and small jolts of electricity seemed to run through her spine. Santana left her tingling all over, her legs feeling like jelly.

She didn't even notice Santana collapse beside her. She could feel herself being washed out of all the energy, and she knew Santana wasn't falling far behind her.

She could see Santana's contented smile before she felt herself being pulled down into unconsciousness, falling asleep in Santana's arms.

When she woke up, the sun was shining bright – way too bright to be early morning. The sun was almost halfway across the sky. She slowly rolled over, and immediately missed the warmth beside her. She could herself being watched, and when she turned around, she saw Santana, in her white shirt and khaki pants, smiling at her, peeking through her camera.

"Beautiful," she murmured, not at Brittany, but more to herself.

"Santana," Brittany swung her legs, and walked towards the Latina, swaying her hips in accordance to her steps. Once the blonde got close enough to the brunette, she leaned down to kiss her.

"I love you, I love you, Santana Lopez."

"I love you too, Brittany Pierce," Santana said, and without preamble, she walked to retrieve something from her bag. "I want to give you something."

Brittany looked over Santana's shoulder, hoping that she'd get a glimpse of what the brunette was holding, but she failed to do so. Santana walked back to her, holding a ring on her left hand.

"It's my class ring when I was in senior year. Senior year meant freedom for me. Freedom from my life, freedom...for the open road. Freedom, in falling in love. It's just...that, this class ring had meant too much for me. Nineteen years of my life...first time in the sheets, first tears, first laugh, first heartbreak..."

"Tell me, Santana," Brittany begged, hoping that Santana would agree and stay.

"I'm sorry, Brittany. It has to be for another time. However, I have something to say to you, though," Santana breathed out.

"Do you, Brittany Pierce, take me as your wife? Do you take the responsibility of holding my heart, until...until I see you again?" Santana whispered as she leaned her forehead on Brittany's forehead and put the ring on Brittany's finger.

"I do, Santana. I do," Brittany cried. "Are you...are you saying goodbye?"

"Will you promise me that you'd...you'd take care...of your family, of your daughter...of yourself?" Santana said, her face unreadable, almost void of emotion, but her voice was quavering.

"I will, Santana. Just...stay," Brittany said, her tears falling like small waterfalls from blue diamonds.

"I can't stay," Santana said softly. "I can't stay here, in this room, in this town. But be sure to remember that I will...always stay..." Santana said, pointing to her heart. "Here..."

Brittany broke down, and Santana held her strongly, never faltering, trying to be the bigger person. She stroked Brittany's hair as she could feel the tremors subside and become calm sniffs.

"My time is due, Brittany. I have to go," Santana said softly, and Brittany sighed sadly before standing up and donning herself in a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"I want to walk you outside," Brittany said and held Santana's hand as they went downstairs and towards the hallway.

Santana's eyes squinted at the harsh afternoon sun, but she walked out of the house all the same, keeping a straight face, hoping that she wouldn't break down in front of Brittany. She can cry, but she had to cry later – when she's alone, when she's on the road.

"Santana," Brittany said, twirling Santana around for the brunette to face her. She then kissed Santana fully on the lips, with all the love she could feel for the Latina. The tears that had long been flowing from her eyes dampened the Latina's eyes, and with one final push, Santana tore herself away from Brittany.

"Promise me you'll not go after me and look for me, Brittany," Santana said softly, not looking back at Brittany, because the tears she had been holding back were actually starting to fall like a torrent on her.

"Promise me, Brittany."

"Santana, no..."

"Promise me you will treat this as a dream. Promise me, Brittany. Please, promise me. I need your telling," Santana's shoulders started to shake uncontrollably. She took hasty steps towards the truck.

The blonde just watched Santana hurriedly get inside the beat-up Chevy. The moment Santana locked the door, her shoulders shook violently as she put her hands over her mouth, trying to control the noise so Brittany can't hear anything. She had her back turned from Brittany, and Santana was sure Brittany can't know she was crying.

She didn't know how long she had been crying behind the steering wheel, but when her violent sobs subsided into sniffles and hiccups, Santana stepped on the accelerator.

She knew that Brittany was still standing on the porch, waiting for her to come back. But Santana also knew that she didn't want to be back in Brittany's arms, not when she's married and tied to her family.

Without giving herself a chance to think twice, let alone her resolve should shatter and she won't be able to stop herself from turning back, Santana turned to Jackson Pass, straight towards Interstate 76, with nothing to go to, nothing to welcome her but the open road.