a/n - Well that totally sucked. I loved Naya, but I'm so sick of B!ram...i just can't stand it. But I'm still trusting the recent Ryan remarks that Brittana will get back together in a very special way. It had better be EPIC after all this BS! Anyways, I spent most of the episode writing this, so I hope it's okay. All mistakes are mine since I don't have a beta.
a/n 2 - Pleeease, please, please, I hope all of our trending actually has Ryan realizing if he gives us what we want, the Glee ratings just might go up, thanks to this awesome BRITTANA FANDOM! BRITTANA IS ENDGAME, FOREVER! Okay, rant over.
Disclaimer - I don't own Glee, and I never will.
Part 8
Brittany POV
"Oh, no! Not again!" I whimpered. I immediately started to pace and hyperventilate.
"Shit! I thought they fixed this fucking steel trap! Britt, Britt, come on, breath easy….relax….deep, slow breaths." Santana said to me as she tried to calm me down.
"I'm try…try…trying." I swallowed shallowly and started pacing in the elevator again.
Santana grabbed my hands and stopped me. She took my face into her hands and looked me in the eyes.
"You are not alone, B! I am here with you." "I won't leave you alone. We will get you through this together, I promise." She kept trying to reassure me. "Let's sit down and try and get you calm."
"O..O..Ok." is all I could get out, trying to hold in my tears.
I was ok in an elevator when there were more people in it because I could concentrate on other conversations. By myself or just the two of us, I was not in a good situation. I was glad it was Santana that was with me, though. I started to feel more at ease being close to her, in her arms with my head buried in her shoulder and chest. I could hear her heartbeat and how fast it was racing. I could smell her perfume and her scent drift up through my nose and into my senses. I buried my face more into her shoulder and I was entranced with the scent of her hair. Vanilla and almonds, if I could just concentrate on her, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. It was craziness to be here with her in this situation and to be glad to be with her alone, but scared at the same time because we were alone. Stuck in a broken elevator!
My mind started to drift into different directions again and I couldn't focus. I started to breath shallow and short breaths again. I sat up, put my head between my knees, wrapped my arms around them and closed my eyes again. I could feel Santana's hand on my back, rubbing up and down trying to calm me. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks this time. Santana turned to face me, put her hands on my shoulders and asked if there was anything that she could do that would help. I looked up at her and shook my head no. She could see the tears falling out of my eyes like rivers and I could see in her eyes that she didn't like feeling helpless.
"Oh Britt-Britt. I can't stand seeing you like this. Please, tell me, is there something that I can do to comfort you at all?" she pleaded with me.
"I'm trying. I don't know. I'm afraid. I'm just ….." I couldn't even finish a thought or a sentence. I leaned forward and buried my head into her shoulder and sobbed.
"Deep, slow breaths. In and out, easy and slow, B." she started.
"O…okay." I was barely able to choke out, yet I still noticed that she only called me by my initial. I liked it.
She took her index finger and thumb and slowly lifted my chin so that I was eye to eye with her.
"It WILL be okay! I promise you." She said to me as she looked into my eyes with an intensity I've never seen from her before.
Our faces were only inches apart. I could feel her breath on my face.
I closed my eyes for what seemed like an eternity and opened them again. Santana had a look on her face that was a combination of concern and longing. Her dark brown orbs gazing into mine, then to my lips and back up again. I could smell her perfume again as it started to take my thoughts away from where it was at the present moment. Something was happening. I could feel the electricity in the air. She started to move her face closer to mine, leaning in, gazing into my eyes, she licked her lips.
"Are you starting to calm down again?" she asked in a low raspy whisper.
"Em, Yeah." I said softly, was all I could get out of my mouth.
I closed my eyes and thought of the kiss that I wanted to come. My heart was beating so hard and fast that I thought it might beat out of my chest. My breathing was settling down but heavy from the feelings that were arising in my body.
"Good, I'm glad" she whispered in my ear.
The hair raised on my neck. I got goose bumps everywhere. What was she doing to me? She was definitely doing a good job of taking my mind off the claustrophobia at this moment. She pulled her mouth away from my ear, but kept it close to my face. My eyes were still closed and I continued to try and breath normally.
She put both her hands around my cheeks and stared at me longingly.
"Please, open your eyes." she pleaded.
I did as she asked. She looked into my eyes and started to move closer.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Ok," I answered back, giving her my permission that I wanted this kiss as much as she did.
"Would it make you uncomfortable if I told you I wanted to kiss you?" she boldly asked.
"Y-y-you want to k-k-kiss me?" I stuttered.
"Very much so. I have for the last four weeks. Every since we first met." she admitted shyly.
Our eyes closed and I could feel her breath on my lips. I felt her hands still on my cheeks. There was only a small gap separating our lips. The electricity in the air, the whine from the air conditioning running through the building, the sound of my heart racing and finally our lips touched. The feel of her soft, plump, sensual lips on mine was magical and healing. The kiss started out soft, tender and slow. Then as she moved her one hand behind my neck and pulled me in tight, our kiss got deeper and more passionate. She lightly bit my lower lip and her tongue grazed my upper lip as if asking for permission to enter. I obliged by opening my mouth slightly. Our tongues touched hesitantly, then with more urgency as we deepened the kiss while our tongues danced with each other. The passion that developed in that one kiss was like atom bombs going off in my body. I reluctantly had to break off from the kiss to catch my breath. When I pulled my lips away and opened my eyes, I could see a satisfied smirk on Santana's face. I grinned back at her with relief and a want for more. I leaned in for another kiss. This time there was no hesitation, we both wanted it. I was totally focused on Santana, her mouth, her lips, her tongue and holding her beautiful body in my arms.
Just as I was enjoying the kiss, the damn, the elevator service phone rang, startling the both of us, causing Santana to pull away from me, jump up and grab the phone. I watched her intently listening to the voice on the other end.
"Yes. But I don't understand why we have to wait that long. Don't you have tech's on call? Cheese and Fucking Rice! Don't you realize that when you have people in these God forsaken hanging steel cages, that on more than one occasion get stuck hanging in between floors, that there might be people on them that actually do mind being in them! We…Don't….Want….To…Be here! You are going to have to do better. Only two of us, but one is severely claustrophobic. I understand. Well, I really hope so. This is twice now in the last month. Ok, please make it a point. Thank you. Bye." "Assholes!" she said tersely as she slammed the phone back into its holder. The last statement meant for my ears only, I'm guessing.
I looked up at her, "What's going on?" I asked worriedly.
"He said he is the only tech on call right now and he's already on a service call. It's going to be at least another two hours for that one. But the worst part is that he is about an hour away. So that means we are looking at almost five to six hours being in here unless he can find another tech willing to come out. Sorry, Britt. He said he would call the building supervisor and see if they would approve the extra cost. Okay?" she said trying to calm me.
"That long? Suddenly I'm not feeling so good. Do you think he'll find someone?" I asked, trying to sound less dejected.
"He said he is going to make as many calls as he needs. He knows that we have a situation in here. Sorry, babe. I wish there was more I could do for you." she said apologetically. Did she just say babe? I kind of liked the sound of that name as well.
"What are we going to do for 6 hours. I mean, I know that I enjoy being in your company, but I don't think I can be stuck inside of an elevator for 6 hours!" I stammered.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that you don't mind being in my company, I was starting to get worried there. But, I am sorry that we have to spend it in here. Maybe we can make the best of it. Why don't you tell me about yourself or your job, or how your aunt is doing." she said trying to keep things calm.
"We haven't even had a first date yet and we already know more about each other than we would after probably two dates knowing my pace with things." I said jokingly.
"Well, I'm glad that we are able to keep you focused on other things and starting to get to know each other better. This is almost better than a first date. Almost!" she teased as she leaned in to kiss my again.
"I can tell you what I'd really like to do." I added shyly.
"Mmmmm, and what would that be?" she asked coyly.
"Can we kiss some more. I really love the feel of your lips on mine. I mean, we don't have to, I just thought that, you know we could some more. To-" I didn't get a chance to finish my rambling as I felt a pair of soft lips pressing into mine.
"MMMM, much better." I whispered.
We sat on the floor of the elevator involved in the throws of a heavy make out session, when I felt the hand that wasn't on the back of my neck slowly working its way underneath my blouse. At the feel of this, I decided to be a little bold myself and a started to slowly unbutton Santana's blouse.
As soon as both of our shirts were completely unbuttoned, I noticed she was wearing a bra that had a front clasp. I gathered up some more confidence, slowly working my way to the clasp and expertly, like the last two years dateless didn't exist, snapped the clasp open. Slowly, placed my hand underneath her breast. I decided the hell with hesitating, I took a deep breath, crashed my lips back into hers, eliciting a soft moan from her, then took her entire breast in the palm of my hand. Slowly kneading it, then taking her soft dark nipple in between my fingers and rolling and pinching it until it was nice and perky and hard. Then, I felt her unclasp my bra from behind and reciprocated my actions. Then without warning, she took my nipple into her mouth and sucked and nibbled on my. I felt my self moan in exquisite pleasure at the feeling of her mouth on my breast. After what seemed like hours, in reality, about half an hour later of heavy petting, making out and moaning and groaning, I decided that I didn't want to take this in the direction is was heading. Not here in an elevator.
"San...mmmmmm...God that feels so good. San." I panted.
"Mmmmm, you feel so good too, B. God I want you so bad." I heard her whisper.
"San, please. Stop. I want you so much, but not here. Not in this elevator. I really want to do this right." I pleaded.
"Okay, Britt. I get it. I understand. But, damn, you taste so delicious." she hummed.
"I want to, I do, but I want my first time with you to be special, and not rushed or someplace where someone can interrupt. I'm sorry." I groaned.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let it get this far. Though, I must say, it was totally enjoyable. And it definitely gives me something to look forward to. But I understand. I want this to work too. I like you Brittany. I like you ALOT! I don't want to rush anything that you don't want." she reasoned.
"Thanks. I like you alot as too. Thanks for understanding. But, we can still kiss and cuddle, right?" I smiled sheepishly.
"Well, duh. That's a given. You can kiss me or cuddle anytime you want." she smiled, gave me a quick peck on the lips and started to help me button up my shirt.
We spent the next two and a half hours talking and laughing and telling each other about ourselves, with the occasional sweet lady kisses here and there. Mmmm, I loved those kisses. I could almost live on those kisses. After three hours, the technician finally managed to get to us. The in-service phone rang. Finally! Santana answered the phone and listened intently to what the tech had to say. She smiled a few times, looked my way, then said goodbye and hung up.
"Well, what's going on?" I asked curiously.
"It seems as though, we are going to be out of here pretty soon. The fix seems to be pretty easy and that he can do it himself. Also, they know that you are in here. You seem to be famous throughout the building since the last incident." She said with a wink.
"So, what do you want to do when we get out of here? Would you like to go get a drink or would like to come to my place and let me cook you dinner, since we did miss lunch and dinner being in here?" Santana asked confidently, knowing I would probably say yes.
How could I not. I was under her spell, mesmerized by her eyes and her lips. I was hers and she knew it. I just hadn't quite admitted total defeat yet.
"I really don't feel like being in a crowded bar, if you don't mind. I mean, I would like to spend the evening with you, but after the events of today, a crowd is not what I want for comfort. Is that okay with you?" I asked hesitantly, hoping she would catch my meaning.
"Well, then dinner at my place it is. Is that fine for you? As soon as we get out of here, I just have to stop by the food market to pick up a few things, then we can start the evening off right!" Santana said as she winked at me.
"Sounds great! I need a relaxing evening after today. I don't think I've had this much stress in one day since my aunt was hurt. I mean, not that being with you is stressful, I meant being stuck in an enclosed space was stressful. Shit!" None of this was coming out right. I was digging myself a deeper hole to crawl into.
"I meant that being stuck with you was nice…Damn, I" my sentence was cut off my a pair of fingers on my lips silencing me.
"Shhh! B! You're rambling. I think I get what you're trying to say. Thank you, I think." the latina said giggling at my fumbling words while leaning in to kiss my forehead, then a soft, gently kiss to my lips.
a/n - Okay, so yeah, I know, no smut yet...but we're almost there! Couldn't have them having sweet lady lovin in the hanging steel trap! Just remember, they're going to Santana's house now...sooooooo, maybe some sexy times ahead! yay!