Thank you all so much for your response to the last chapter! I promise I am going to try and make the chapters longer but I have exams coming up so I wanted to get something out :) There isn't really any plot progression in this just good old smut and fluff! Hope you enjoy :D

Chapter 15

Brittany hastily follows Santana through the halls of the hospital. Santana isn't even quite sure that she remembers where the exit is, all she knows is that she has to keep moving. She knows Brittany is following because she can hear her hurried footsteps behind her.

Santana finally spots a sign for the exit and hurries towards it. She takes deep gulps of air once she has made it through the automatic doors into the cool night air. She bends over and leans her hands on her knees as she breathes in and out.

Brittany keeps her distance from the panting Latina, figuring that she needs her space.

Santana continues to breathe heavily to try and calm her nerves. She had never spoken to her Father like that before. Even though they had only spoken once in the last two years he still had this way of making her feel guilty and naive about all her choices in life. But there was not a chance in hell that she was going to let him say something bad about Brittany. Santana knew that her parents wouldn't approve of her relationship but she didn't foresee having to deal with it quite so soon, let alone coming face to face with her Father in a situation like that.

Santana looks over her shoulder to make sure that Brittany had managed to follow her out of the hospital. She sees her standing about six feet behind her. She didn't look nervous about approaching Santana, if anything she looked ready to go over to her in a moment's notice.

Brittany locks eyes with Santana and tries to be reassuring even with the distance between them. Santana looks at Brittany in confusion and waves her over. She immediately runs towards her and wraps Santana up in her arms.

"Why didn't you do that as soon as I stopped?" Santana asks.

"I thought you needed some space," Brittany explains.

"Maybe I did but I would never turn down one of your hugs. They have magical healing powers that make me feel calm."

"In that case I'll never hesitate to hug you again," Brittany says as she holds Santana tighter, resting her chin on her head.

"Britt?"

"Hmmm?" Brittany hums in reply.

"Is my Dad going to be ok? I completely forgot to ask and he was sitting there in a hospital bed!" Santana says admonishing herself.

"Oh San, he's going to be fine, just a bit of smoke inhalation is all."

"Good, I was so angry that I forgot to be worried," she sighs.

"That's understandable."

"You really did worry me though," Santana mumbles into her chest.

"I'm so sorry, I'll have more tact next time."

"There better not be a next time!"Santana exclaims. Brittany chuckles and simply nods her head. "How did he even end up here?"

"I was on a call for an explosion in a restaurant and he must have been nearby because I found him treating a patient right there in the middle of the scene!"

"That sounds like him alright."

"We've never really spoken about your parents before," Brittany states. "Want to talk about what just happened?"

"There honestly isn't much to tell. They never supported my dream to be a singer and once I made it I made sure they never gave me another cent. I tried to pay them back too but of course they wouldn't accept anything I tried to give them. They call sometimes to see how I am but we always end up arguing so I eventually just stopped taking their calls."

"How do you feel about what you said to your Father just now?"

"I meant it. This is their last chance to rebuild things with me and have us in their lives. I don't want them tainting our relationship."

"That's fair, there has to be a cut off point."

"It's getting chilly out here," Santana says with a shiver. "What do you say we go home?"

"Mmm, sounds great, babe."

...

Back at the apartment Brittany heads straight for the fridge. She starts looking for any leftovers she can find to heat up. When she's this hungry there is no time to waste making things from scratch. She curls up on the sofa with a bowl of ravioli and yawns. She wants to get it into her and then go straight to bed. As she eats she looks over her shoulder to see where Santana got to but she's nowhere to be seen. Brittany thinks that Santana must be even more tired than she is if she's gone right to bed. She shrugs and turns back to her food. It's never as good as when it's freshly made but she doesn't really care right now. Brittany pushes back the sleeve of her coat realising that she hasn't even taken her uniform off yet. She rolls her eyes because it's going to impede her eating her food but she isn't bothered to take the time to take it off.

Brittany hears footsteps coming towards her from the bedroom. Santana must be wondering why she didn't go straight to bed. Brittany feels a hand on her shoulder and Santana's hair tickles the side of her face as she leans down to her ear from over the back of the sofa.

"Babe, why don't you come to bed?" Santana asks innocently as Brittany feels the hot breath of her words hit her neck.

"Don't you see the ravioli?" Brittany asks around a mouthful. "I'll be in as soon as I'm done and then we can snuggle," she promises.

"I don't want to snuggle," Santana replies, calmly moving her fingers along Brittany's collar bone and along the back of her neck.

"Oh," Brittany says a little disappointed, "well I need to shower anyway, I'm all gross from the smoke earlier."

"That's a great idea," Santana husks into her other ear. "Why don't you let me help get this uniform off?" she asks as she moves her hands under Brittany's shirt, dangerously close to her breasts.

Brittany stops mid chew, finally catching on to Santana's tone. She sighs heavily, not quite able to believe what she is about to say.

"San, you have no idea how tired I am, I just don't think I have the energy tonight."

"That's ok," Santana relents removing her hands from Brittany's shirt and backing away from the sofa. "I guess I'll just take care of myself then."

Brittany inhales sharply and chokes on her ravioli. She starts coughing immediately and places her half eaten ravioli on the table before turning around and gaping at what she sees.

Santana is slowly sauntering back towards their bedroom in nothing but a sexy set of lingerie. Brittany can tell that it's silk and has black lace around the edges. The turquoise colour compliments Santana's dark skin tone. Her hair hangs loose and falls to the middle of her back.

Brittany's eyes trail from Santana's calves to her pert ass and then follow her lower back up to her luscious hair. Santana stops and looks over her shoulder as she is about to turn the corner to go down to their bedroom.

"It's really a pity you're so tired," she says coyly, "I really could've used a hand."

As she turns the corner Brittany scrambles to climb over the back of the sofa and chase Santana down the hall. She catches her foot on the back of the sofa and lands rather ungracefully on her ass. Not at all fazed however, she hops up and takes off after Santana.

She halts in the open doorway when she sees Santana already laying back on the bed, eyes shut, squeezing her breasts over the fabric of her bra. Brittany feels her heart rate pick up and knows that she definitely has enough energy to do whatever Santana wants.

Brittany walks to the end of the bed and goes to take off her jacket.

"Don't!" Santana orders as her eyes snap open.

Brittany stops her movements immediately as she feels a thrill of excitement run through her. Up until now, while their sex had been amazing, it had been a little vanilla and Brittany knew that there were definitely some things she wanted to try with Santana and clearly there were some things she wanted to try with her too.

"What do you want me to do?" Brittany manages to husk out.

"Take it off...slowly," Santana drawls.

Brittany begins to remove her jacket painstakingly slowly. With every movement Brittany watches Santana's hands as they switch from her chest and slowly move south. Santana bites her lip as Brittany's coat eventually drops to the floor.

"What next?" Brittany asks hurriedly as Santana's fingers play with the lace of her panties.

"Hmmm," Santana ponders, "I suppose you better get rid of those suspenders."

Brittany slowly lifts the red suspender on her left shoulder and glides it down her arm, watching for a reaction from Santana. She watches as her chest rises and falls heavily and she seems to bite her lip harder. Brittany lets it go to hang by her thigh as she moves up to grab the other one. She lifts it up and lets it snap back down as if by accident, causing Santana to jolt in reaction to the sound of it snapping back against her skin. Brittany lifts it again and trails it down her arm until it too hangs by her side.

Without the suspenders Brittany can feel her trousers begin to sag down. She knows that any second now Santana will be able to see the waistband of her underwear.

"And now?" Brittany husks out.

"Your shirt," Santana practically gasps, "slowly."

Brittany raises her eyebrow at Santana and in one fluid motion she whips her top off over her head, disobeying Santana's order. Santana's eyes flash in surprise and pleasure at her act of defiance. Brittany watches as Santana's hand slips into her panties and she knows this is her punishment for her disobedience. Santana smiles at her wickedly and Brittany realises that Santana had been waiting for her to disobey. Brittany mentally scolds herself, this feels like a competition now and she is losing.

Brittany starts to edge down her trousers, without any order from Santana. Brittany feels herself getting incredibly turned on as she watches Santana's fingers move in her panties. Brittany figures the more she disobeys Santana then the more she will touch herself and while Brittany desperately wants to be the one doing the touching, she knows that's what Santana really wants as well. So she reaches down and undoes her boots, kicking them off harshly and then removing her socks. Brittany stares Santana down with each action, their eyes never leaving each other.

"Brittany, stop," Santana orders.

"No," Brittany responds defiantly as she seductively takes out one leg then the other. Santana's breaths become shallow and she struggles to maintain eye contact as her fingers move across her clit even faster.

"This can stop whenever you want, San," Brittany informs her as she unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of her, "do you really want to be the one to make yourself cum? Or do you want me to make you cum?"

Santana's eyes widen but she doesn't slow her movements. This was a battle of wills and she was determined to win.

"Have it your way then," Brittany sighs as she drops her underwear. Santana grins in triumph as Brittany has run out of clothes but she still hasn't made herself cum yet.

"It seems you've lost, Brittany. You're all out of clothes. Looks like you'll have to finish me off," Santana pants as she tries to keep herself from falling over the edge.

"I don't know what you mean, Santana," Brittany says in mock confusion, "I haven't even showered yet."

Santana just about dies as she watches Brittany exit the room. She groans in frustration as she finally stills her hand.

...

Brittany leans against the bathroom door once she closes it.

"You can do this Pierce, get it together," Brittany says to herself.

She shudders and tries to ignore the intense throbbing between her legs.

"I can't believe I walked away from that," she says in disbelief.

Brittany reaches into the shower and turns it on. Once the water is temperate she stands beneath the powerful stream of water and exhales heavily. She runs her hands through her hair as she tries to calm down. She puts her hands on the cool shower wall and leans over. Then she feels cold air on her back as the shower door is opened and closed. Brittany turns suddenly, being careful not to slip. Santana is standing before her still wearing her lingerie. Her eyes are almost black with lust.

"Santana, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?!" she says huskily as she moves closer and presses her body up against Brittany's. "You're going to finish what you started."

Santana takes Brittany's hand and quickly slips it into her panties that are now damp and not just from the water.

"Wait, you didn't…?" Brittany asks with a smirk as she feels the wet heat slide over her fingers.

"No, I didn't! You win ok?!" she exclaims. "Now would you please touch me or move your fingers or something because I am literally about to explode here!"

Brittany doesn't need to be told twice. She lunges forward and captures Santana's lips in a heated kiss. With her hand that is not currently in Santana's pants she cups her cheek and draws her back to stand beneath the water. Santana wipes away the wet hair that falls in front of her face. She reaches back and unclasps her own bra dropping it on the floor of the shower. She then presses her bare chest against Brittany's and moans loudly at the sensation of the hot water trailing down their bodies.

Santana has no doubt that she is going to last all of thirty seconds before she cums. Between this and what happened in the bedroom she was feeling a little overwhelmed by all the stimulation.

Brittany clutches her left arm around Santana's back to hold her tight as she moves her fingers down to Santana's entrance. Brittany turns the two of them so that Santana's back is rests against the shower wall. Santana moves her hands up to tangle in Brittany's hair. Brittany pulls out of their kiss to latch onto Santana's neck. Santana moans and pulls Brittany's hair roughly and she knows not to mess around with her any longer.

With a shift of her wrist Brittany easily slips two fingers into Santana's core. She is so wet and ready that Brittany can go straight into a relentless rhythm thrusting her fingers deep inside. Santana's knees almost give out and Brittany finds that she practically has to hold her up.

Santana's panties begin to irritate Brittany so she removes her hand from around Santana's back and pushes her panties down to about mid thigh. Brittany curls her fingers inside Santana who moans out her name.

Brittany kisses down Santana's body being sure to nip at her breasts on the way. Brittany inhales the scent of Santana's arousal as she reaches the apex of her thighs. Brittany curls her fingers again.

"Oh God, Brittany! That feels so good," Santana gasps out.

"I'm going to make you feel so amazing, San," Brittany informs her before adding her tongue into the mix and skilfully licking her clit.

"Fuck!" she pants as she tightens her grip on Brittany's hair and pulls her closer. Brittany alternates between thrusting and curling her fingers inside Santana. Every time she curls she flicks her tongue vigorously across Santana's clit. Santana's hips cant up to meet each and every thrust.

Santana can feel her heartbeat in every cell of her body and she knows it's only a matter of seconds until she cums. She feels Brittany's free hand reach around and grab her ass.

"Right there!" Santana yells as Brittany curls her fingers hard and sucks on her clit.

Santana cums hard and lets out a string of expletives. Her whole body spasms as pleasure courses through her veins. Brittany feels the grip Santana has on her hair tighten as she feels Santana's muscles contract around her fingers holding them in place.

Brittany waits for Santana to come down and for her grip to loosen in her hair. She lets go of Santana's ass and caresses her hand down the back of her thigh until she reaches the back of her knee letting Santana know she is there.

Santana sighs when she feels Brittany's fingers slip from inside of her. Brittany doesn't stand up, instead Santana slips down the wall of the shower until she is sitting down.

Brittany watches as her eyes remain closed and her head is tilted back. Santana relishes the feeling of the water running over her still pulsating body. Brittany carefully shifts Santana's butt away from the wall so that she can sit between Santana's legs and wrap her own legs around her waist. Brittany reaches forward and plays with Santana's hair in the falling water as she waits for her to be ready to speak.

Santana eventually drops her head forward and opens her eyes to reveal the most sated look Brittany thinks she has ever seen.

"If they gave awards for things like that, which I believe they should, you, my lady, would win them all," Santana tells her almost drunkenly.

Brittany smiles at her cute behaviour and leans in to kiss her on the lips. Brittany laughs when Santana's lips follow hers as she pulls away.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" Brittany asks playfully.

"Of you? Never," Santana states as she brings her arms up around Brittany's neck to pull her in for another sweet kiss.

Brittany smiles into the kiss and runs her thumbs across Santana's cheeks. She was thoroughly enjoying this new experience with each other. Santana's body was always sensational but there was something about touching it under the running water that made it extra special.

Santana was having the exact same thoughts as Brittany as she played with the hair at the nape of Brittany's neck. The kissed languidly and peacefully letting the water run over them.

Santana moved one of her hands down from Brittany's neck and placed it gently on Brittany's thigh that was positioned just over her hip. Santana feels Brittany's leg twitch slightly beneath her touch and she remembers that Brittany must still be feeling incredibly turned on.

"Someone's feeling a little edgy," Santana teases as she scratches her nails along Brittany's thigh.

"San…," Brittany whimpers.

"You were just as turned on as I was, weren't you?" Santana whispers in her ear.

Brittany bites her lip and nods before locking eyes with Santana.

"Watching you touch yourself was torture," Brittany admits causing Santana to buck her hips up in agreement.

Brittany takes Santana's hand that is resting on her thigh and brings it down to her hot centre which rests just above Santana's navel.

Santana gasps at how ready Brittany is for her.

"That's what you do to me," Brittany says as if to prove a point.

She unwraps her legs from around Santana's waist and kneels in front of her with one leg on either side of her hips. Brittany grabs Santana's hand and arranges it so that two fingers are pointing upwards towards her core. Santana's eyes flicker down to watch what she knows Brittany is planning on doing with them. With her other hand Brittany grabs Santana by the chin and jerks her head up so that she is looking at her. Santana holds Brittany's gaze as she lowers herself onto her fingers guiding them inside of her.

Santana thinks it is the hottest thing she has ever experienced to have Brittany staring into her soul while she manipulated her body like that. Brittany pulls Santana forward by the chin and immediately slips her tongue past parted lips as she begins to gyrate on Santana's fingers.

Before long Brittany is riding Santana's fingers as hard as she possibly can. Their kisses are sloppy as Brittany pants her hot breath into Santana's mouth as she moves up and down. Santana makes sure to meet each of Brittany's thrusts. She curls her fingers as Brittany grinds down against her.

"That's it San, harder," Brittany gasps. Santana watches in awe as she somehow ups her tempo and Brittany throws her head back.

"Ugh, yes," Brittany stutters as Santana sucks on her breast.

Brittany's hips jerk forward and grind down hard as Santana's curls her fingers and Brittany finally loses herself to the pleasure.

Her back arches further than Santana would have though possible and then she is clamping down hard on Santana's fingers. She continues to grind her hips in order to experience every last drop of ecstasy possible before collapsing forward onto Santana.

Santana cradles her gently with one arm. She can feel Brittany's rapidly pounding heart against her chest and is amazed at how she feels absolutely no fear in knowing that her life relies just as much on Brittany's heartbeat as it does on her own.

….

After actually using the shower for its intended purposes and drying each other off they get into bed and just lie there together wrapped up in each other's warmth.

"You'd think I would be tired after all that activity," Brittany says as she traces random patterns along Santana's arm, "but my body feels more awake than ever."

"I know what you mean," Santana replies knowingly with a shiver as Brittany's lithe fingers tickle her. "It's like you can charge me up and wind me down just through touch."

"I don't know how to describe it but my body feels like it wants to match yours. Like, it can feel when you're excited or happy and it wants to feel what you feel," Brittany rambles. "I dunno, it makes sense in my head."

Santana reaches out and clutches Brittany's hand to her chest.

"I don't know how to describe it either but I think I know what you mean. My body reaches out to yours or something, even when we're right beside each other," Santana explains.

Brittany smushes her face into the pillow and smiles. She can't believe how much she has lucked out, that she has found someone who understands the way that she thinks.

"What is it?" Santana asks. Brittany turns her head a little bit so that Santana can see half of her face.

"You just make me really happy," Brittany tells her with a smile.

Santana shuffles over until they are sharing the same pillow and she rests her forehead against Brittany's.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Brittany," Santana says with a slight crack in her voice. "I mean, I've had a good life and I've been successful in what I do but I didn't really know how amazing it all was until I had someone to share it with. I know that you've been in serious relationships before and I don't want to freak you out or anything but this is the first relationship that has truly meant anything to me."

"Oh Santana, sweetie, I know that you've been in some false relationships but surely you've been in one that meant something to you?"

Santana shakes her head.

"Being with you has taught me the most important thing," Santana states.

"What's that?"

"That with feelings it's better," Santana admits.

"I'm glad you think so because I have lots of feelings for you," Brittany tells her.

"I never understood what was wrong with me," Santana continues. "I drifted from relationship to relationship just being so angry all the time and acting like such a bitch. I would spend most of my time alone in that great big Fifth Avenue apartment and look out across the city and wonder why I felt so empty."

"Santana, I want you to promise me that if you ever feel like that again you will tell me," Brittany says seriously.

"I don't think I'll ever feel like that again, Britt but I promise," Santana assures her.

"Ok, let's talk about happier things before we go to sleep," Brittany suggests ready to cheer Santana up.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, Halloween is coming up and I was wondering what you wanted to do?"

"Britt, Halloween is still over a month away," Santana deadpans.

"I don't see your point," Brittany retorts.

"Isn't it a bit soon to be making plans?" Santana suggests.

"It's never too soon, you have to be prepared," Brittany informs her.

"Britt, I don't usually do anything for Halloween," Santana admits.

"Oh," Brittany says with a pout.

"But I'm sure I'll love participating in any traditions that you have," Santana concedes.

"Yay!" Brittany says with a little bounce. "Well, first we have to decide what we're dressing up as and I was thinking we could do a couple costume. Then a few days before Halloween we have to buy lots of pumpkins! My mom holds a pumpkin carving competition in the diner every year! I never win even though mine are the best because she's my mom and that would be cheating or nepotism or something. Then we have to go to Blaine's Halloween party that he throws every year. He always has loads of themed food and decorations and this year it will be the best ever because I'll have you there with me."

"Pumpkin carving you say? Well aren't you just full of surprises?"

"You can invite your friends too like Kurt and maybe Rachel and Quinn? Shit!" Brittany realises, "I never asked you how things went with Quinn! Everything is cool right?"

"Don't worry, everything's great. I did tell Quinn about her Mom though," Santana says.

"Yeah? How'd she take it?" Brittany asks concerned.

"Really well actually, it turns out Miss Fabray rides the rainbow train herself," Santana says excitedly.

"I called it!" Brittany shouts.

"What? No you didn't. Not once did you ever say anything to me that you thought Quinn was gay," Santana exclaims.

"Really? Well I was thinking it, I swear!"

"I believe you," Santana promises. "Oh and do you know what else?"

"She has the hots for Rachel!"

Santana gapes at her in shock.

"How did you know that?!"

"I have a sixth sense about these things," Brittany explains.

"Well my psychic Mexican third eye told me jack shit and I work with the two of them! You on the other hand have only met them once!" Santana complains.

"You're new to the whole gaydar thing, babe. I have been honing my skills for years," Brittany says smugly.

"I suppose," Santana grumbles. "Wait, so what did you think of me when we first met?"

"I didn't necessarily see you as gay or straight or bi really. I just felt a pull towards you. I was really just hoping that you felt the same way and would be open to those feelings."

"They scared me at first, not gonna lie," Santana admits. "But once I stripped it all away and asked myself how does she make you feel? I knew then that none of it mattered."

Brittany yawns loudly and snuggles closer to Santana.

"Oh I'm sorry am I boring you?" Santana jokes.

"Not at all, I'm just sleepy," Brittany mumbles.

"I think it's sleep time," Santana says.

Brittany nods and tucks her head in under Santana's chin.

Santana cuddles Brittany close as they both succumb to sleep.

…

I know I said that Brittany describes their relationship as vanilla but honestly I don't think I will be able to write anything too kinky but being a little bit creative in the bedroom is ok! :D Hope you enjoyed! Bye for now,

Aisling x