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you are a fever, you are a fever
you ain't born typical
- The Kills
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''Holy shit, you were right about this look working on me. Flannel must be like lesbian lingerie,'' Santana said quietly to Brittany as they, along with Lindsay and Melanie entered Heroine.
Heroine, they found, was the name of a new sleek lesbian bar and lounge that had just opened up on Liberty Avenue. It was packed and decked out in Melanie's flannel Santana felt almost every pair of eyes turn to her as she walked in.
Her heart jumped in excitement.
The building was just as impressive as Babylon but perhaps a little less glitter in the air and a little more elegance. There was a large bar area with plenty of tall trendy tables surrounding it, yet there was also several open lounge spaces throughout, littered with stylish modern couches and seats. And yes, of course, even a dance floor that was being occupied with several dozen young women.
One of the owners, Leda, was an old friend of Melanie and Lindsay's. The married couple had explained early on when their friend met them at the entrance. The cool and collected Leda was a slim, tall, long haired brunette who looked like the female version of James Dean. The chick was hot and Santana and Brittany traded mildly impressed expressions as Lindsay went about making introductions.
''Brittany, Santana, Mel and Lindsay here tell me it's your first time in a lesbian bar,'' Leda said as she began leading them all through the crowds of people. ''And since any friend of Lindsay and Melanie's is a friend of mine, consider yourselves my personal guests this evening. I reserved one of our best spots for you girls, okay?''
Leda made a wave as they all came to a little elegantly designed alcove which housed a couple of couches and a long wide low table. Once seated inside it became clear that this specific space allotted them the best view of the entire building. From there they could survey everything and everyone.
''This place is totally hot,'' Santana said, eyeing her surroundings and taking every detail in.
''Thank you,'' Leda beamed, looking to her and then Brittany, ''and while you're here I want you to enjoy it. Everything is already taken care of. I got some appetizers coming out here in a minute and one of our best waitresses should be around soon to take everyone's drink order. Now I wish I could hang but as part owner I have to make the rounds and kiss some ass. I'll be back though. In the meantime have fun.'' Leda then turned to give both Melanie and Lindsay affectionate touches.
Lindsay sighed. ''We've missed you, Leda.''
''We really have,'' Melanie added warmly.
''Whatever bitches,'' Leda laughed with affection. ''Don't get sentimental on me here. We'll catch up later, okay?''
And then the club owner was gone, drifting until she was swallowed up within the crowd of laughing, dancing women.
Brittany blinked as she watched the woman go. ''Your friend Leda is like what would happen if The Fonz and Kristen Stewart merged into one person - she's sexy cool.''
''She's a character,'' Lindsay admitted with a nod. ''She and Mel used to date way back in the day so if you ever want to hear some embarrassing stories about my wife, Leda has the best ones!''
Mel groaned in horror. ''Something tells me I'm going to need to drink tonight.''
''Yes to that,'' Santana said in agreement.
And as if on cue a young attractive waitress appeared with a tray of delicious looking appetizers which she placed on the low table in front of them.
''Ladies, I've been instructed to make your party here my priority,'' the girl announced with a wide smile, ''my name is Kaitlin and my boss Leda told me your VIP. So while you're here I'm supposed to be at your beck and call. If you need something I'm your girl tonight.''
She looked up and smiled at the group, but when her eyes found Santana they stayed on her, they stayed on her even as she went about taking everyone's drink order. Her stare was rather intense and made for an odd little moment. It didn't go unnoticed. With a furrowed brow, Melanie quickly dismissed the waitress, hurrying her off to fetch their beverages.
''Okay,'' the lawyer tossed a head nod in Santana's direction, ''it's safe to say that you've definitely made an impression on the female population of Liberty Avenue your first time in a girl bar. What is with these looks?''
Brittany nodded and gave Santana a playful poke. ''See, I'm not the only one who's noticed it.''
''Noticed what?'' Lindsay asked as she started poking at the food laid out before them.
''Since we got here it's been kind of obvious,'' Brittany resumed, ''well, to me anyway. Santana kind of has this effect on girls.''
''What?'' Santana squeaked..
''You still don't believe it, do you?'' Brittany shook her head, amused at Santana's blindspot when it came to girls openly objectifying her. She turned to Melanie and Lindsay as she began to explain. ''People have always looked at Santana, I mean obviously right,'' she waved at Santana to illustrate the reason why everyone would and should be attracted to her, ''but I've noticed that the attention she gets here on Liberty Avenue is different. Like more intense. Girls give themselves whiplash just to look at her. Some clerk in Daphne's record store practically fainted at the sight of her. We were buying toothpaste in a drugstore and some girl ran into a greeting card rack trying to look at her a couple of days ago.'' She turned back to bump shoulders with Santana. ''I think it's always been the case but you being out in a city like this...your appeal is kind of undeniable.''
Santana smiled but shrugged dismissively.
She talked a big game and made a lot of noise about her hotness but when put on the spot, it was kind of overwhelming that other girls, other women saw her this way.
''Uh whatever, I'm not the only one who's been turning heads here,'' Santana laughed, throwing an appreciative grin at her girlfriend. It was fact that Brittany had had also caught the eyes of many female passersby during their time on the avenue. ''I noticed that one young waitress at the Liberty Diner that's been crushing on you lately. She gives me bitch face every time we go in together.''
''Maybe,'' Brittany bobbed her head side to side in thought, ''But there's something different about the way girls look at you. It's like you're made of sex.''
''Maybe you are the female Brian Kinney after all,'' Lindsay said and raised an intrigued eyebrow.
''Say again?'' Santana asked, stealing a piece of shrimp from Melanie who gave her a playful glare in return.
''It's a thing,'' Lindsay explained, grinning ear to ear as she elaborated, ''okay back in the day on Liberty Avenue Brian Kinney was almost regarded as this mythical sex god to the male population.''
''You say sex god, I say slut,'' Melanie said under her breath.
Lindsay flapped a hand at her wife. ''Whatever, the point is Brian would walk into the room and every guy would turn and stare because Brian Kinney had something. Some unknown, unnamed quality that he and he alone had that made everyone want him. And he had them all. He didn't do relationships, he screwed. Anyone and everyone. Maybe you, Santana, have that same thing, that same unknown quality. The perfect combination of dark, smoldering and withholding that makes the ladies of Liberty Avenue melt into a sexually frustrated puddle. A living breathing sex god.''
Santana blushed at the remark.
''You should enjoy it,'' Lindsay said, ''the attention I mean. Obviously you have Brittany. But you should be proud and have fun with it. Call it charisma, call it sex appeal, call it whatever, not everyone has that special something, that magnetic pull. Own it.''
Melanie laugh-snorted. ''Linds, don't give the kid here an even bigger ego than she already has.''
Santana opened her mouth. ''Whatever,'' she pointed a finger at Mel, ''you're just upset because I look hotter in your clothes than you do and your wife agrees!''
''Wha-excuse me,'' Melanie chortled.
Before she and the lawyer began trading friendly banter and barbs however Brittany hushed Santana by pulling her up from the couch and urging her to follow.
''You and Mel can sass it out later, I want to dance,'' Brittany declared playfully.
Santana turned and stuck a tongue out at Melanie but under her gruff tone was a hint of affection. ''You're lucky my girl wants me on the dance floor otherwise I'd be laying a verbal smackdown on your flat ass.''
''Hey, my ass is not flat!'' Melanie hollered through laughter.
Hand in hand with Brittany, Santana walked backwards towards the dance floor, shooting Melanie a cocky little smirk before eventually both she and the blonde disappeared into the crowd. Lindsay and Melanie were left lounging on the couch, laughing the moment off.
''They're adorable,'' Lindsay sighed as she stared at the two young women scampering off.
''Brittany's adorable, Santana's a pain in the ass.''
''An adorable pain in the ass.''
''Maybe,'' Melanie conceded. The girl was an annoying little shit, but the lawyer, along with her wife, had found a soft spot for the younger pair.
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''Everybody here is looking at you,'' Brittany whispered.
She and Brittany were in the middle of their third dance when the blonde pulled her in, wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and ran her lips against her ear. Santana glanced around and noted that yes, many young women had their eyes on them.
''I don't know about that,'' Santana whispered back flirtatiously. ''I mean if they are looking at me I think it's because I'm with the best dancer here.''
''I don't think that's it,'' Brittany chuckled, pulling back so they were face to face. ''How are you not seeing it?''
''Seeing what?''
''It! This isn't simple flirting or casual glances being thrown your way, girls see you and it's like they're undressing you with their eyes. I know that look. I undress you with my eyes all the time. They all want you. That clerk in Daphne's shop was practically shoving her boobs in your face! You told me about those two gym bunnies who threw themselves at you! And yesterday when we were with Justin and Brian at Babylon you got swarmed by girls on the dance floor. And then there was-''
''I don't know-I just-I don't. I mean I do and I don't. Maybe I don't see it because I only see you,'' Santana interjected quickly. ''It's a nice thought, it's flattering but...'' she shrugged, not caring enough to even finish her thought.
Brittany ran a hand through dark hair. ''But what?''
''But I only see you,'' Santana repeated.
Brittany smiled at that, and so the evening carried on.
They laughed and the drank and they made a few friends on the dance floor, and they even managed to get Lindsay and Melanie up and shaking it. And in return Lindsay and Melanie lead them around the building, introducing them to acquaintances and old friends. The married pair made sure they were seen and that they engaged with others. The met students and artists and writers and musicians, young and old, of all shapes and ethnicities.
Santana loved every second of it, not just being surrounded by so many women, but so many women who were doing their thing, figuring out their futures and conquering the world.
Her endorphins were definitely pumping as she and Brittany hopped around the club, exploring the nooks and crannies of the place and the people within it along with Melanie and Linds who were never far from their side.
It was a good night.
The only minor crimp came when Santana realized their waitress, Kaitlin, gave piss poor service. It took a few interactions for her to see that for some unknown reason the girl was polite and attentive to everyone in their party except for Brittany.
The young woman was there supplying them with beverages and food and popping over often to make sure their table was okay, but when it came to serving and catering to Brittany the girl became forgetful and just downright neglectful. In all of her back and forth to the bar and kitchen for them she had somehow gotten Brittany's drink order wrong not once, not twice but three times.
The last time it happened Melanie kindly offered to simply trade drinks with Brittany so the blonde wouldn't have to drink whatever random ass concoction their waitress had plopped down in front of her but Santana refused.
''No, hey, keep your drink,'' Santana placed a hand on Melanie's forearm, thanking her for the gesture but wanting to take this into her own hands. ''I'm going to find her.''
''It's fine,'' Brittany said.
''No, it's not fine,'' Santana insisted.
''She's probably just busy and making honest mistakes.''
''She's done this how many times already, and she sure as hell hasn't gotten anyone else drink wrong. You ordered a water and she even fucked that up somehow. I'll be back.''
She pressed a kiss to the blonde's temple and started off towards the bar on the other side of the club.
From her seat on the couch Brittany watched as Santana approached and spoke to the woman serving behind the bar, only for their own waitress to float on by. She slyly nabbed the bottle of water from her coworker and made to offer it to Santana by leaning across the bar and giving her girlfriend what was clearly meant to be a seductive smile.
Across the club and watching through throngs of bodies on the dance floor Brittany watched Santana take the bottle of water yet instead of immediately heading back Santana remained there at the bar as her own eyes slowly travelled up and down the facial features of the waitress.
They began speaking quietly to each other, at least quietly enough that they both began to lean in towards each other in order to be heard over the general bar chatter surrounding them. It was, from where Brittany was sitting anyway, a weirdly intimate exchange. Or at least it looked like one. When she noticed Santana was giving this girl her smoldering sexy seduction eyes Brittany immediately made a grab for a half empty glass of alcohol that Lindsay had discarded and tossed it back.
''You okay Brittany?'' Lindsay gently touched her shoulder.
''Totally, just-just thirsty.'' Brittany let out a false little laugh.
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On the other side of the building Santana had just approached the bar and with ease she caught the attention of the woman serving drinks.
''Water please?'' she requested. The woman serving gave her a thumbs up and went about retrieving it.
''I could have gotten that for you,'' their waitress said, suddenly appearing behind the bar as well. She took the water from the bartender abruptly before turning and handing it over to Santana with a flirtatious little flourish.
''Apparently not,'' Santana said in a tight, clipped tone. ''My girlfriend over there ordered one and you for whatever reason forgot it when you made your last round to our table.''
''I did?''
''You did.''
''In fact you somehow conveniently have managed to screw up each of her drink orders tonight and come to think of it when she asked if you had any napkins you practically threw a wad of them in her fucking lap because you couldn't be bothered to hand them to her like she's a fucking human being.''
The waitress said nothing, she just smiled back as Santana furiously fumed.
''What's so goddamn amusing to you.''
''Okay,'' the waitress raised a shoulder. ''Maybe I was having a bit of fun. My intention was to get a rise out of your girlfriend so she'd make a scene but this is actually so much better.''
''What's so much better?''
''Getting you riled up. You're really hot when you're angry….I like your outfit by the way,'' the waitress looked down at the skin tight flannel Santana was sporting.
''Yeah, so does everybody else.''
Santana squinted in confusion. Was this girl really making a play for her, right here, right now, while in the midst of getting bitched out.
''Let me get this straight, you were screwing up orders and generally being shitty just so I could come over here and what,'' she laughed at the absurdity and gall of this girl, ''give you a little attention.''
''Basically,'' the girl said, leaning across the bar to get closer to her. Their faces now only inches away from each other, ''it looks like it worked so.''
Santana just smirked and shook her head. The girl was so not smooth, clever or even remotely tempting in her flirtation.
''Listen I don't know what your situation is. I mean I don't really care what you have going on with that blonde at your table. She seems cute...sweet even...but you,'' the waitress licked her lips in a way that - even though Santana was pissed as hell - was not entirely unappealing, ''something tells me that cute and sweet probably gets boring for you. In fact something tells me a girl like you needs a lot more than cute and sweet, especially in bed.''
''Is that right?''
''I think so,'' the waitress challenged, smirking right back at her.
This chick.
Every other girl in the building who had bothered to shoot her an appreciative smile as if to say 'thank you for existing' had done so at a polite distance. There was something playful and yes harmless about the attention, just as Lindsay had said, but the waitress standing before her was different. She wasn't being coy or bashful, if anything her tactics at getting attention felt a little desperate.
''You know my boss told me that you were VIP for the evening. She said it was my job to make sure you got everything you needed tonight. Bend over backwards if you have to she said.''
''Well you certainly weren't bending over backwards to make my girlfriend feel very welcome.''
''Well I'm not really interested in your girlfriend. You on the other hand... I'd bend all kinds of ways for you. As your hostess I could even swing a very private tour behind the scenes of our storage closet.'' The waitress made a nod in the direction of a doorway that read Employees Only. ''And all you have to do in return is-''
''Is what?''
''Show me what's underneath that flannel.''
''So you're saying if I uh go back there with you into a stock room and service you, you'd come out here and service my girlfriend correctly and magically just begin getting her drink order right and waiting on her hand and foot?''
''Sounds like a fair deal to me. Except you don't have to service me if you don't want to. Honestly, I'd be more than happy just servicing you.''
''That's a very, very interesting offer,'' Santana said dreamily, playing up her interest as she tapped her chin as if contemplating the proposition. She leaned closer to the girl, inching her upper body across the wooden bar between them.
''I like to think so.''
''But I think I have an even hotter idea.''
The girl raised her eyebrows. ''Tell me.''
Santana turned her head slightly, silently urging the girl to look back at their table. ''See that couple I'm with? Well, they're my new friends. It just so happens that my new friends are old friends with your boss. Your boss who told me that she wanted me and my girlfriend to really enjoy ourselves tonight. Frankly, you've put a little damper on it for us. So here's what I'm going to do, I'm going to go over there and whisper to them that you said or did something vicious and cruel and I'm going to make sure they tell their friend that we don't want to see your fucking face in our section again for the rest of the night. I probably won't get you fired but I'll be sure your boss chews your ass out if it's the last thing I do.''
The waitress went stone-faced at that declaration Santana was sure to deliver in a soft, provocative tone, knowing full well it would twist the rejection even deeper.
''You could have just said 'I'm not interested' you know '', the girl said.
''Yes,'' Santana laughed backing away and making it clear through her body language she wasn't about to kiss or touch anything about this girl, ''but what would be the fun in that?''
She grabbed her water and was about to start heading back to her table when she felt compelled to add one more thing.
''Oh and here's your tip,'' Santana came rushing back, leaning in once more to whisper seductively into the girl's ear, ''you see that cute, sweet blonde back at my table? Her? At the end of the night I'm going to go home with her and I fully intend on letting her see what's underneath this flannel.''
Santana pulled back once more and shot her a devilish grin before making her way back to Brittany and the others.
''Is everything okay?'' the blonde asked.
''Everything's perfect,'' Santana answered sweetly and she dropped herself back into Brittany's side. She pecked her lips. ''I got you your water.''
''What was that whole thing? It looked a little...I don't know,'' Brittany shrugged.
''It was nothing,'' Santana assured her and reached between them, linking their hands together, completely unaware that Brittany had read the interaction in entirely different way than it had actually played out.
X
''I AM IN LOVE WITH THE NIGHT!'' Santana exclaimed hours later as she and Brittany slid out of a taxi to stand in front of their building.
A sober Brittany paid their driver and shook her head at girlfriend. ''You're drunk.''
''I'm not drunk, you're drunk, this whole courtroom is drunk!'' the mildly buzzed Santana shouted into the dark sky.
''Come on let's get inside before you wake the neighborhood.''
''Okay, okay, but slow. My feet are killing me. Hey, hey, hey! You know what's funny?''
''What?''
''We dance on the squad and in glee like all the freaking time, but I kinda feel like all of that was nothing compared to how much we've been getting our dance on on Liberty Avenue. Everybody's always dancing around here. Weird eh?''
''I guess.''
''You know what else is funny?'' Santana laugh-slurred.
''What?''
''What if we do live in a parallel universe,'' Santana comically gasped at her own words. ''Everyone is always telling us how Brian and Justin are us and how you and me are them, right, but if you think about it, Daphne is their Tina! And Michael is their Rachel! Ben is their Quinn! Oh, oh and Cynthia is their Mercedes!''
''Who's Cynthia?'' Brittany tugged her along through the doorway.
''She works with Brian and she's hilarious and fabulous and takes no shit.''
She hadn't a clue who that was but Brittany nodded along at her chatty girlfriend and her wild drunk theory.
''And obviously in our parallel universe Emmett and Ted are our Kurt and Blaine, right down to Kurt's talent and fashion sense and Blaine's premature bald spot that we all for whatever reason pretend doesn't exist.''
''Makes sense, sorta. But the big question is who is our Debbie?''
Santana squinted and went silent as she stared off into the distance for several long moments. ''Sue! Sue would totally be our Debbie. She's loud and in your face and - according to Brian - prone to slapping people which as we both know is one of Sue's favorite past times.''
Brittany smiled at the tipsy rambling of her girlfriend and led them into the elevator where she pressed the button for their floor. The compartment began to move slowly. ''So, putting aside your wild multiverse theory, was tonight everything you thought it would be?''
''Better. I've never seen so many lesbians in my life,'' Santana blinked unevenly and smiled like a goober. ''I had no idea there were so many lesbians. Did you know there were so many lesbians? I didn't! You know when we sneak into clubs back in Ohio I always feel like I'm deep undercover surrounded by so many straight people - like it's lesbianage and I can't ever blow my cover. But in that club, it was like wall to wall ladies who love ladies and no one was hiding or pretending and everyone said they liked my outfit!''
Santana did a little bounce in place and was almost childlike in her giddiness.
''You do look amazing in flannel.''
''Remind me to stock up on these babies the next time we go to the mall.''
''Only if you remind me to send Mel a thank you card and a gift certificate to Old Navy so she can replace it because you are so keeping this shirt.'' Brittany's reached over to begin playing with the buttons on Santana's top. She pressed her thumb against the shiny snaps lining the front.
''You really like me in it?''
''I love you in it.''
''You looked really sexy tonight too.'' Santana looked down to watch the pale hands play with her clothing in a teasing little manner.
''Did you really mean what you said earlier?''
''About what?''
''When we were dancing you said you only see me. Do you...really?'' Brittany asked, her voice soft and low.
Santana nodded slowly, looking almost drowsy in her relaxed state. ''Babe,'' she said, as if it could be in doubt.
Brittany raised a shoulder, realizing how silly it was to even need to ask. ''Yeah, I know...I know. I guess I just, I don't know, needed to hear it one more time tonight.''
''Is this about that stuff from earlier-about other girls looking at me?''
''Maybe.''
Santana went to play with a stray lock of blonde hair. ''Maybe huh?''
''Hey, there are challenges to dating a sex god you know? I said I was okay with them looking and I am, but I have to admit tonight was great but a little overwhelming to have dozens of girls eyeing you up.''
Santana shook her head, dismissing the thought. ''Even if they were-''
''Trust me they totally were.''
''Okay so maybe they were, but it would never matter one way or the other to me, Brittany. Cause I think for me...it could only ever be you.''
Something about that made the small smile on Brittany's face melt away only to be replaced with something else. Something serious, something passionate
Some uncontrollable urge to have the girl standing in front of her.
And like that a certain shift in atmosphere took place that compelled Brittany to turn her head and slam her hand onto the red STOP button on the control panel. They immediately came to a noisy rough halt and then it was just them standing under the dim light of the old wooden freight elevator. All that could be heard was their breathing and the noisy creaks of the compartment they were standing in.
In any other moment, with anyone else, the silence and the darkness would have been awkward or off putting, but there alone together there was something intoxicating in the strange stillness.
''Why did you stop us?'' Santana gulped and blinked hard several times, finding herself sobering up rather quickly.
Brittany made no answer and simply pushed Santana's back against a wall with a light thud.
She crashed her lips against hers and felt Santana's whole body vibrate as she moaned into the kiss which became intense and heated in no time. Santana made to take a little control, trying to push back at Brittany who simply nudged her back, virtually pinning Santana and hugging her to the wall, blanketing her body with her own form.
The only space Brittany allowed between them was just barely enough for her hands to get down to work as she started aggressively pulling at the flannel. Santana grinned at her display of forcefulness.
''What are you doing?'' she asked, knowing full well what was about to happen, but couldn't resist teasing.
''Santana?''
''Yeah?''
''Please shut up.''
Brittany had seen Santana naked probably hundreds, thousands of times but when she popped open a single button there was something about the tiny hint of cleavage revealed at the top of skin tight red and black plaid that made Brittany's brain go a little haywire.
Could anything be more perfect than this, she thought, as she bent her head to press her lips against that delicious swell.
''You're so beautiful. Sometimes I can't even believe how beautiful you are. You're like a masterpiece.''
As her mouth worked Brittany's hands continued to yank at them until just a single button remained closed near Santana's lower abdomen. But instead of pushing it off of the girl's shoulders she left it as her hands went back up to explore. She slipped them under the fabric and squeezed when her palms made contact with bare skin.
''No bra?'' Brittany whispered when she realized there was nothing actually under the plaid.
Santana shook her head no, loving the attention she was getting as fingertips ran over her nipples.
Brittany could only blink as she savored the feeling. ''Oh god,'' she croaked dryly.
Needing so much more she went back to kissing the soft sides of Santana's exposed breasts, burying her face against them, giving the tiny hints of skin nibbles and pecks, running her tongue along the mouth watering curves over and over, again and again.
She couldn't help it. She couldn't contain this urge, this desire to simply devour Santana completely until there was nothing left of either of them.
''Oh my guh,'' Santana whimpered lowly when Brittany bit down against her with just the tiniest bit of pressure. ''Keep...going.''
Brittany wasn't sure how long they remained there, her face in Santana's breasts, kissing and licking and moaning away. And she wasn't sure when exactly one of her hands travelled down to tug open Santana's skin tight jeans and dance it's way inside to tease her and rub at the wet front of her panties. Surrounded by Santana she lost track of time, the only thing that was clear and pressing at her mind-
She wanted her girl right here, right now in the most basic, primal way.
She kissed her way up Santana's now slightly damp neck to whisper into her ear, ''I wanna be in you.''
Her girlfriend seemed to have the same idea as Santana's hips were moving, urging her on as if begging for more. ''Brittany…...please.''
And that was all it took, a soft, sexy, urgent, needy 'please' uttered from the most perfect lips she had ever seen.
Brittany moaned pleasantly and pushed forward, her digits slipping into Santana with ease. Her heart sped up when Santana started moving her body along, receiving all that Brittany gave, those quick deliberate almost possessive thrusts. Pushing the girl's body against the wall with every movement, and with each movement the wooden freight elevator shook ever so slightly. As they rocked so did the compartment.
It was like the whole world was shaking and trembling right along with them.
Brittany got lost in the feeling.
This wasn't soft, this wasn't gentle, this was animal. This was Brittany needing to feel a sense of control, of claim. Fucking with an intense determination to make Santana's body shudder beneath her.
Pump after pump, thrust after thrust, groan after groan, she did. As Santana mewled for more, Brittany kept giving it, even when her arm muscles burned and they were both sweating up a storm. This was all she wanted, to be tangled up in each other, until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.
When Santana's body shook with release, Brittany slowed her motions and held on for dear life, anchoring them both within the moment.
It took a few minutes before either of them could speak properly.
Suddenly sensitive Santana whimpered as Brittany ran a finger through her, clearly enjoying the wetness coating those tan inner thighs.
''Fuck,'' Santana chuckled deeply, still reeling from being taken up against a wall in a fucking elevator. ''Where did...why did...fuck, Britt. Mmmmmmm.''
''You're so hot,'' Brittany said as explanation, gulping for air. ''I wanted you.''
''I see that,'' Santana noted, watching Brittany continue to play between her legs.
''I still want you.''
She wasn't yet done. With her one free hand she slammed the button that would get the elevator back in gear and moving.
''Oh yeah?''
''When we get in the loft I'm going to push you down on the couch and then I'm going to get on my knees and lick you until you pass out.''
Delighting in the dirty talk, Santana's eyes went wide.
It took everything inside of Brittany to pull her hand out of those jeans in order to drag the girl into the hallway and into the loft and true to her word, as soon as that loud sliding door slammed shut she was pushing her back onto the couch.
Brittany immediately stripped out of her own clothing and bare assed, went down to her knees where she grunted and pulled the snug jeans down her girlfriend's body. She tossed the article of clothing aside quickly and with little care, but gave herself a show of slowly pulling off the already soaked panties.
It was one of those tiny barely there lacy things that Santana always wore and that never ceased to drive Brittany crazy.
Again her brain and heart went haywire, this time at the sight of Santana bare and for the taking in front of her. When Santana started to wiggle fully out of the still unbuttoned flannel top she immediately reached out to stop her.
''Keep the flannel on,'' Brittany said wickedly as her eyes roamed over the perfect tan breasts on display.
Santana sat back in nothing but a splayed open plaid top as Brittany once again pressed her face against her chest, worshipping all that she was and all that she had, until finally she stopped and began drawing a soft line with her tongue, tracing down, between her breasts, down her abs, licking at dips and curves, down her stomach, further and further until her face was at the other girl's entrance.
Taking a gentle hold of her hips, she moved Santana down so that her ass was at the edge of the couch and from there she placed a leg on either side of her. And as she ran her hands up and down her legs, Brittany bent herself forward to kiss the place she sometimes wished she could live in.
And true to her word she didn't stop until Santana's whole body had given out, exhausted from orgasms and the constant attention from Brittany's mouth.
It was so easy to drown in that taste, to get lost in it for what felt like days, months, eternities but was, in actuality, just under an hour.
''Jesus, what has gotten into you,'' Santana laughed once Brittany gave her a moment to recover. She took a breath and pulled her body up to sit on the couch properly.
''What?'' she asked as she licked her lips happily. ''I always love going down on you.''
''I know, I'm talking about this whole take-have-dominate thing that came over you all of a sudden. I've seen you all riled and raring to go before but never like this.''
Brittany wiggled her way up to sit in Santana's naked lap. She began to play at pretending to straighten up the flannel. She didn't dare close or button the front because hello, she was still very much enjoying the view of it wide open showcasing her girlfriend's breasts, but she played with the collar and made to flick at a tiny imaginary particle of dust on Santana's shoulder.
''I didn't exactly hear you complaining,'' Brittany said.
''Oh I have no complaints whatsoever. It was fantastic, you were fantastic.''
Brittany smirked. ''It was?''
Her answer came in the form of a slightly firm but very playful swat to her ass which Santana then gently cupped and squeezed. ''It's my turn now.''
Brittany laughed and shook her head. She wrapped her hands around Santana's neck and pecked her lips. ''No, that was just for you. I wanted that just for you. Besides it's been a long day and I think we should get some rest. You should especially.''
''Why is that?''
''Because'' she started playfully, ''as thank you for the amazing orgasms I just gave you you're going to wake up super early and make me breakfast in bed.''
Santana laughed and pinched Brittany's bare thigh which only caused Brittany to wiggle in place. ''Oh I am huh?''
''Totally.''
''Hm, well I guess I better get my beauty sleep if I have to be up soon.''
''Yep, we should both get some shut eye.''
''After you then,'' Santana said, giving her a nod, motioning for her to go on and hop of of her lap. ''I need a few minutes here.''
Brittany widened her eyes in concern, she had been a little man-handly in the elevator. ''I-I didn't hurt you did I?''
Santana made a funny pfft noise with her mouth. ''Oh no, I'm fine I just wanted to watch you leave the room first so I could watch your ass.''
Brittany laughed into her shoulder and then slide off her lap to stand and turn and, for Santana's benefit, slowly walk out of the room. She was pleased when she heard a little whimper come from her girlfriend admiring the view.
Sounding delirious and breathless she heard Santana mutter ''thank fuck for flannel'' before walking out of earshot.
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A/N: Hi all. I just want to give those following the story a heads up. I have a bit of a family situation going on. We're losing my grandfather and I'm not in a great place right now. I'm continuing to work on this story because honestly, it's a very welcome distraction which I need at the moment. But for the next couple of weeks I might not get a chance to post until things settle down.
Thank you to those who continue to read and support, I appreciate it so much. Love.