So San and Britt are finally reunited. What do you think they'll do on their first day together again?
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Chapter 6
After Brittany got dressed we played with Lord Tubbington for a while, who had meowed in front of Britt's bedroom door until she had opened it for him, and then the both of us decided to go downstairs to say good morning to her parents and to ask what their plans for the day were.
I had given Brittany the cinnamon roll I had saved for her, earning me a squeal and a hug, and after convincing her to wait to eat it until she had a plate, it was now being thrown from one hand to the other as the blonde happily skipped down the stairs in front of me.
We found Anna and Robert sitting at the breakfast table where I had talked with Mrs. Pierce only an hour ago.
"Good morning, sunshines." Mr. Pierce boomed fatherly as we walked up to them side by side. Brittany gave him a peck on the cheek and then proceeded to the kitchen to get a plate for the cinnamon roll. "Morning, daddy."
I said good morning as well and stopped in front of the table. Not having seen Brittany in way too long, I really wanted to follow her into the kitchen and just stand close to her while she was doing whatever she was doing, but I got the feeling that that might be a little weird and clingy so I held back the love-puppy act and leisurely leaned against the edge of the table instead, feeling a little awkward.
"Hey, mum, do we have any whipped cream left?"
"Well, good morning to you too, eldest daughter of mine." her mum answered with a little chuckle. "And how about you check in the fridge, hon?" Anna suggested with a touch of a sigh. Adults always complained that 'the youth' was so lazy and never took the initiative anymore. I guess that was kinda true, but there'd be enough times in our future lives where we'd be solely dependent on ourselves, so sue us for milking it a little while we still had parents to do things for us in some situations.
"Right, thanks."
While Brittany opened the fridge and searched for her beloved whipped cream – no idea how that girl stayed so fit – I remained perched against the wooden table, not knowing what to do. My fingers drummed against the surface and I noticed that I'd have to cut my nails soon. Especially if Britt and I would hopefully finally be having sex before too long.
When I looked up I felt caught and the heat rose in my cheeks. Mr. Pierce was distinctly watching me over the news paper in his hands and suddenly Anna's earlier warning rang in my head and made me feel like I was being preyed upon.
"Why don't you sit down, Santana? Ready for some more coffee now?" Brittany's mum asked cheerfully. In my, by now slightly paranoid, opinion I thought she was a little too cheerful and when she smirked at my apparently distressed face, I frowned and internally slapped myself to get it together.
"Sure, yeah, thanks." I nodded and sat down next to Anna. Wow. Such a wordsmith. Smooth.
"Britt, sweetie? Would you get Santana a coffee and get your dad a refill?" Anna asked her daughter and Mr. Pierce grunted and shook his head, indicating he didn't want another cup of coffee. "Okay, just for Santana then." Anna amended her request.
Brittany, who had just emerged from the fridge with a triumphant expression on her face at having found the spray bottle of cream she had been looking for, nodded and hummed affirmatively. It was beyond cute, the way her eyes shone and her grin almost split her face, and I struggled to not coo at my adorable girlfriend in front of her parents.
"Sure." She replied simply and looked at me sweetly before turning to make some more coffee.
I smiled back stupidly and then lowered my head when I noticed Mr. and Mrs. Pierce exchanging a glance and a grin. Dammit, Lopez! Get your shit together!
Thankfully Mr. Lopez's speech I was starting to dread never came. At least not during the sort of breakfast the four of us shared, which was basically just Brittany eating, Mrs. Lopez drinking what must have been her fourth cup of coffee before switching to tea, and Mr. Lopez reading his newspaper as if nobody else was in the room.
The whole time I remained silent and slightly apprehensive, but happy to just watch Brittany eat.
She kept smiling at me and giving me that look that made me all flustered inside and shift in my chair and look down and probably blush. God, I was a mess around that girl.
But she didn't mind. Whenever I averted my gaze to my hands I heard her hum or giggle lightly, which in turn made me grin and giggle breathily and whisper 'stop it' at her, which she completely ignored.
Or maybe she just didn't know what she was supposed to stop and I wouldn't have been able to explain it to her anyway had she asked, because it was everything and nothing.
Simply the way she was so cute and sweet and… Brittany. It just made me giddy and that in turn made her giddy, which then caused her mum to smirk and her dad to raise his eyebrows at us over the news paper, much to my embarrassment.
In the end I was pretty relieved when Brittany finally finished her cinnamon roll – which had taken her longer than usually, you know, because of all the giddiness – and stood up to clear her plate away.
"So, what's the plan for today?" Brittany asked as she returned to stand behind me. I had to concentrate to catch the answer, because Brittany started to lightly scratch up and down my arms and over my shoulders and it was all I could do not to shiver and sigh.
She might have seemed absent-minded doing it, but I guarantee you, the girl knew exactly what she was doing. What she was doing to me, to be more precise.
"Emily asked us to drive her over to Tanya's place so the two of them can exchange gifts later and Bob and I thought we could use the opportunity to catch up with her parents." Anna answered.
"Later when?" I asked a little too quickly and immediately hastened to add, "um, I mean cause I think it's supposed to snow tonight." Don't stammer! Stop blushing, for christ's sake! "And um, you know, you shouldn't be driving then…" I ended lamely.
Inside I was face-palming myself so hard it almost hurt on the outside. Could I have made it anymore obvious that I was desperate for some alone time with their daughter? Yeah, didn't think so…
Crap!
"Well, I haven't called the Blakes yet, but I'm guessing we'll head over there after lunch sometime." Anna answered, kindly ignoring my traumatizing word-vomit. I guess she figured I'd have enough embarrassment for one day with the early visit and the boyfriend-speech I was sure was still to come. How nice of her not to rub my face in my sexual frustration as well.
"Do you need us for anything at all then? Cause I thought San and I could go sledging." Brittany said enthusiastically, grabbing my shoulders in excitement, which caused goose bumps to erupt on my skin.
I frowned and twisted my head to look up at her behind me. "Sledging?" Mrs. Pierce and I asked in unison.
"Yeah!" Brittany nodded happily, beaming first at her mum then me.
"Really?" I asked, not so sure of the idea. First having to drag a pile of wood up a snowy hill only to then sit down on it and slide down that same hill again might have been exciting when we were kids, but now it just sounded exhausting and not to forget, cold.
"Yeah!" Brittany repeated, still looking down at me. "Don't you think it'll be so much fun?" she asked, her brows slightly furrowing.
Ah, crap! Not that look again!
Admittedly, there weren't many looks that didn't make me go all soft and want to try my best to make Britt happy, but this 'I'm disappointed but we'll do whatever you want' look was one of the worst.
"Ugh, fine. But you have to tow me home on that sledge if I freeze solid." I warned darkly, and Brittany gave a little hop and half a squeal before bending down and kissing my cheek.
"Yay!" she grinned toothily and I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile as well.
I almost jumped, having forgotten she was there, when Anna chimed in again. "That's fine, girls. We only want you to be back for lunch and for dinner if you'll join us, Santana." She looked at me questioningly and finally Robert lowered his news paper and folded it expertly, before eyeing me as well.
"Um, I'd love to have lunch with you guys if that's okay, but I have to be back home for dinner." I explained politely. Brittany had become quiet behind me and she lightly squeezed my upper arms in support. She knew that I had to be back because the situation wasn't quite resolved at home yet, but I didn't wanna bring that up to her parents.
They both just nodded and then Mr. Pierce smiled at me. "Well, we definitely insist that you eat lunch with us then."
Anna nodded and he stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, that coffee goes right through me." His eyes twinkled and he smirked when Brittany groaned.
"Dad!"
Chuckling in a row rumble, he went out into the hallway on his way to the bathroom.
"Alright, Britt-honey, you know where we keep the sledges and I think she can also lend you a pair of cloves and maybe some earmuffs." Anna said, directing her attention to me for the second part of the sentence, as she began to clear the news paper and the empty coffee cups off the table. "I don't think I saw any of your lovely winter-wear on the hanger."
"Yeah, just my coat." I told her, getting up myself. Brittany took a step back to let me up and then linked her arm with mine.
"I'll find a way to keep you warm, don't worry, babe." She said sweetly to me, staring at me from the side, and I could feel my ears burning again.
Brittany's mum just hummed, giving us a quick, unreadable glance, and then went about to make a shopping list by the looks of it, while Britt and I went back upstairs.
When we were back in her room I pushed her lightly and frowned playfully. "Man, do you have to say stuff like that in front of your mum?" I half-laughed.
She looked completely innocent as she replied with her eyebrows raised. "Stuff like what?"
I turned and walked a step backwards into the general direction of the bed. Giving her a 'You're not fooling anyone' look, I said, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
She kept up the façade as she followed me slowly. "No, I don't! What? Cause I said 'babe'?"
"Yeah!" I tilted my head as if to say 'duh' and then stopped when the back of my knees hit the mattress. Brittany couldn't hold back a little smirk as she proceeded towards me, slowing down a little until she was practically sauntering. "And also the 'I'll find something to keep you warm' thing? What was that about?"
"Don't you want me to keep you warm?" she asked, and now the pretend innocence had almost completely made way for a seductive look that made my knees week against the wooden frame of the bed.
I stood strong however. Kinda.
"Of course I do, but-"
"And don't you think I can find a way to keep you warm?" she asked. Only two steps away now…
"Yeah, I'm sure you can, but-"
"So then what's the problem, Santana?" she smirked, licking her lower lip dangerously slow and then biting it as she covered the remaining distance.
She now stood not three inches away from me and I swallowed dryly as her hands loosely closed around my wrists and then slowly, deliberately slowly, ran up my arms, her fists opening to the curves of my arms so that it felt like I was being dressed in a tight-fitting pair of arm-length gloves. Gloves of fire the way they left my skin burning.
It wasn't just the way her hands trailed a tingling way on my arms however, it was also the way her eyes, once again darkened by desire, bore into me, that mesmerized me and caused my lips to slightly fall apart in anticipation.
My breathing and heart-rate picked up and my gaze dropped onto her lips. Her perfect, soft, pink lips. They were erotically parted as well and when her tongue darted out again to moisten them a strange whine came from my mouth.
The lips curled up into a confident smile and then Brittany kissed me. At first so soft, the kiss quickly grew more urgent and when I wound my arms around her neck, hers pulled me closer by the waist, and when I stood up on my tip-toes, she sucked on my lower lip passionately.
I felt a rush of heat shoot through me and I moaned as I pushed my tongue into her hot mouth. God, she tasted so good.
Her hands wandered underneath my shirt and covered the small of my back. When she pressed lightly, I immediately pushed my hips against her and she hummed in approval.
I had missed her so much.
As her nails lightly scraped over my back, making me shiver, I let my hands follow the path of her collarbone to her shoulders and back again. The feel of her under my fingers was unbelievable, indescribable, and I needed to lean back to look at her.
My hungry eyes stared into hers, so blue, so intense, before they lowered and watched my fingers. They drew a slow, careful line up her slender neck and when I saw goose bumps erupt in their wake it was my turn to smirk smugly.
Her fingers dug into my back as I moved my mouth teasingly closer to her neck, halting right above that sweet spot so that she could feel my hot breath on the sensitive skin where her pulse hammered underneath.
I knew she expected me to kiss her, lick her, bite her. Anything. But I just hovered, my hands on either side of her head digging into her hairline and keeping her still.
She shifted impatiently and pushed me even closer by my waist, our thighs now pressed together tightly. "San…" she murmured insistently, her breathing loud.
I grinned, although a little weak from the lust that coursed through me. It was incredibly hard to not lean forward that tiny bit and claim her, but I wanted her to know what it felt like to be teased. I wanted it to be her for a change who got restless.
"Hm?" I purred, so close now that my lips grazed her and vibrated lightly against her skin. She was hot and her scent drew me in. I wanted to kiss her there so badly. There, or anywhere else.
No, everywhere else.
"Think I can keep you warm, too?" I asked against her neck. Her long blonde hair was tickling my cheek and I nuzzled it to get it out of the way and breathe in her smell at the same time.
I knew from experience that it was incredibly sexy when Brittany really breathed me in. Obviously enjoying it by humming appreciatively and maybe even murmuring something hot into my ear after. She was really good at that.
But right now, I seemed to be having the same affect on her as I sighed quietly, overwhelmed by the sweetness that was Brittany. She stiffened and arched against me, a low moan reverberating in her chest as she nodded.
I wanted to whisper something in her ear too, like she did with me sometimes. Something sexy and irresistible, but I couldn't speak.
I could only hear my own heart hammering and feel her move, pressing her thigh between my legs, and notice how shaky my breath suddenly was. My breath and my knees.
The bed was right there, I could still feel the mattress pressing against my legs, but we couldn't do that now. Not with her parents and Emily still in the house. Especially not with them knowing what we would be up to in here.
Just one more minute though! One more minute and then we'll stop!
"San." Brittany sighed impatiently. Her voice was so weak, but demanding at the same time. It was the sweetest turn-on.
Her lips grazed lightly against my ear shell and I shivered. Those skilled hands made their way to my sides, pausing there before venturing over my stomach and making my abs twitch. Her strong, toned thigh pressed harder, higher, right where I needed it, and just like that the roles had reversed.
Now I was sighing helplessly, arching in her arms. Now I was the one tilting my head back, offering my neck to her, and whining when she only placed the lightest of kisses against it before retreating again.
God, that woman was driving me crazy.
"Britt." I breathed, clutching her shoulder blades, urging her closer. Needing her closer, so much closer. "Britt, please."
She was more merciful than I had been, when she obliged and gently sucked on the spot just below my ear. The tingles it sent through me made my breathing shatter and my nipples harden.
She must have felt it, because as she sensually moved her lips a little bit lower on my neck, nibbling lightly, her hands brushed over my bra-clothed breasts, calling the hard buds to even higher attention. Almost painfully so.
"Mmh-" I moaned, desperately pressing against her hands.
"I really wanna touch you, Sanny, but we can't." Brittany murmured out of breath. She regretted it as much as me. I could tell, because she swallowed dryly and leaned her forehead against mine, her hands remaining on my breasts, unmoving. "Not yet." She whispered and I let out a defeated breath.
"Right. Yeah." I agreed quietly, closing my eyes as she slowly let her hands drop away from my heaving chest and safely wrapped them around my waist instead. Mine curled loosely around her neck and I gently stroked through her hair at the back of her head.
Our foreheads still touching, we took a few moments to calm down, until our breathing was back to normal and our postures relaxed a little.
The racing hearts however wouldn't slow down, and when we kissed again, a deep, passionate kiss, I could feel them beat in synchrony.
Then our lips parted at last, and I laughed breathily, resting my head against her shoulder. "Jesus. I seriously can't wait to be alone with you again."
She chuckled and I felt her nodded. "Yeah. Me neither. But I guess we'll have to wait until after lunch."
I grunted sullenly and snuggled closer to her to emphasize my discontentment with that. Her cheek tightened against my head as she smiled. For a moment we just enjoyed being in each other's arms, but then Brittany took a decisive breath and leaned back.
I kept my arms around her neck though, so she wouldn't stray far. She didn't and I felt a little relieved when she didn't try to push away from me completely. I wasn't ready to lose this contact yet. Not after longing for it for what felt like an eternity.
"So," Brittany said into the quiet. Somehow the atmosphere called for soft voices and secretive smiles. "Wanna go sledging with me?" she asked with the softest expression anyone could ever imagine. It was like she was trying to make me feel safe and loved and cherished just with that one look. And she did.
I felt all of those things and it took me a second to take them all in, before I could respond.
"As long as you keep me warm."
It was supposed to sound a little teasing and maybe even sexy, but that look had made that impossible. Instead, once again, I sounded small and helpless. And maybe it was like that because she was the only person I ever really was that with.
Nobody else could make me feel the way she did. So open and vulnerable. I was only ever like that with her and I couldn't even help it. But I wasn't afraid.
With her I was free to be small and helpless, because she raised me up and protected me, so it was okay to be those things.
And now she proofed it again. She pouted at first, a pout that was sympathetic of how weak I had sounded, but then she leaned forward and kissed me lovingly. She kissed my weakness away and when she moved back again we were both smiling.
"Always." She said softly.
"No!"
"Ah come on, Sanny!"
"No fucking way, Britt!"
"But it'll be fun!"
What the hell? No, it won't!
"What about breaking your neck sounds fun to you?!" I shouted back panicky.
Brittany was standing a little distance away from me, the string of the wooden sled safely wrapped around her wrist and hand.
We had driven a little while in my car until we had found a nice hillside to sledge on.
Despite originally having been against it, I had actually had quite a lot of fun flying down the snowy hill with Brittany pressed to my front or back, but then she had seen that other path. That off-piste path with the bumps and turns and that big-ass, man-made snow hurdle.
No way in hell was I letting her go down there.
"I'm not gonna break anything! I sledged down paths like that all the time when I was a kid!" she tried to convince me and beckoned to me with her muff-gloved right hand. "Come on!"
But I didn't move. "No! Britt, come back! It's too dangerous!"
Even across the distance I could see her adoring grin. I'm not being cute, dammit! I just really don't want you to fucking die from a sledge-crash!
She tilted her head and dropped the hand that had been waving to me to come over. "I promise I'll be careful." Brittany called and took a few heavy steps towards me.
The hill ridge we were on was quite secluded and judging by the footprints, there hadn't been very many people up here before us. But where Brittany was going, her steps were the first to sink into the thick snow and that worried me even more.
The impromptu piste she had spotted running sort of parallel to the one we had been on had clearly not been used in at least a day and even then it seemed to only bear the marks of the few people who had decided to make it in the first place. The few crazy people.
There was barely a path discernible and at two places the track vanished into the forest that stood dark and foreboding on the right hand side going down the hill, until it led out again a little further down. This did not look like a good idea at all.
"Britt, I really don't want you to do this."
I had already established that I would never in a million years go down that way, but Brittany was still dead-set upon doing it. With or without me.
And that wasn't any less scary than doing it myself.
She took another few steps, leaning forward against the weight of the sled she was towing behind her, until she was only a few feet away from me and in normal talking distance.
"Seriously, I've done this loads of times." She assured me, stopping again and wiping a few snowflakes from her nose. It was snowing minimally now again but it didn't really stick to the ground noticeably.
"When?" I asked skeptically and still a little frightened. I couldn't remember a time Britt and I had gone down a path like that or even seeing her do it on her own.
"When I was little." She shrugged, sitting down on the sled and stretching her hands out to me after making sure it was secured and wouldn't suddenly slide away with her on.
I hesitated a second before walking over to her and grabbing her hands. I let her pull me next to her onto the wooden bench and then looked at her.
Her nose was adorably red, as were her cheeks, and her eyes were such a bright blue that it almost seemed like there was a light shining through from within her.
"I used to go up to a hill like this one every winter near my nana's house and she and I would always sledge down together." She told me, her face beaming as she remembered those days.
I raised my eyebrows. It was hard for me to imagine a little kid, let alone an elderly woman dash down an unsecure track like that. "For real? Your grandma rode down a hill like that with you?"
"Yeah! All the time! And it was awesome!" she exclaimed excitedly and then grabbed my gloved hands again, squeezing them. "Oh, come on, it would be so much fun, San! And you'd totally love it, I just know it!" her voice had taken on an almost whiney, urgent tone and I frowned.
Knowing I wouldn't be able anymore to say 'no' soon, I was desperate to convince her not to do it before I caved in.
"Britt, don't you think it would be a shame if something happened to us now? I mean, only a few more hours and we could have an adventure in your bedroom instead!" I wiggled my eyebrows at her with a sly smirk, but then got serious again as I finished my argument. "Do you really wanna risk that just to slide down a stupid, sledge-piste that was probably made by a few twelve year-old boys with a death-wish?"
I thought I had raised a pretty valid point, but Brittany wasn't impressed in the slightest. She merely squinted her eyes at me in thought, as if she had just realized something. "You really are scared something majorly bad will happen to me if I go down there, aren't you."
"Well, yeah!" That's what I've been saying for fuck's sake!
My agitated response made her chuckle and then coo. "Aw, babe! But it's all snow! Worst case scenario I crash and fall into a fluffy white winter bed." She grinned cockily.
"Which is really cold." I argued.
"I'm wrapped up in tons of winter-wear."
"What about the trees though."
"I'll avoid them."
"What if you can't?"
"I will."
"What if a deer jumps out at you!"
"Why would a deer jump out at me?"
"Cause you're disturbing its winter sleep."
"Deer don't sleep during winter."
"Sure they do! Everybody has to sleep at some point."
"Fine, but they don't sleep during the day."
"Well, maybe you're just annoying them then."
"No deer will jump out at me, Santana."
"How do you know?"
"That's never happened before."
"First time for everything."
"San."
"What?"
"You're being ridiculous."
"No, I'm not! We have a deer-problem in Ohio. Everybody knows that!"
Okay, so that was a lie. And a quite bad one, too. But I really really didn't want her to sledge down that death-piste.
Brittany sighed heavily and closed her eyes for a second. "Okay, fine. If it really worries you that much I won't go down the fun-path."
Really? 'Fun-path'? Nice try, but I'm not budging just cause you make me out to be the kill-joy.
"Thanks." I said a little snippy. I couldn't let on how much of a weight had been lifted off my chest just now.
Shaking her head at me, Brittany leaned back on the sled, her arms outstretched behind her and gripping the edge. "So what now?"
I shrugged. "Dunno. We could go down the other way again if you want?" I suggested, hoping Brittany wasn't too annoyed that I had stopped her from sledging where she wanted to.
She didn't seem that upset though and I was relieved. However, apparently she wasn't too turned on by the thought of going down the comparably tame piste again either. She scuffed her feet a little in front of the sledge, before smoothing the messed up patch of snow over and drawing on it with her boot-tips.
"Meh."
I was quiet for a second, trying to think of something we could be doing instead that she thought might be 'fun' too. Unfortunately I couldn't come up with anything, because her feet distracted me. They were drawing a big heart into the snow, and inside the heart Britt had just finished the letters 'B' and 'S' with a little ampersand sign in between them.
"Um…how abooout…" I dragged, buying myself more time as I tried to redirect my brain to think of fun things to do in the snow instead of fun things to do to Brittany.
"OH!"
Her exclamation startled me and I almost slid off the wooden sledge as she jumped up and rounded on me excitedly. "Let's make snow angels!" she cheered, clapping her hands, which sounded kinda weird since they were gloved in thick muffs. "Ooh! And I wanna build a snow fort!"
"What, you mean like an igloo?" I asked, looking up at her as she nodded vigorously.
"Yeah! Come on!" Brittany yelled and before I could say anything more she had already taken off towards a more even bit of the hill a little way down on the opposite side of the hill.
I groaned as I stood up as well and slowly followed her, slinging the towing rope over my shoulder and hunching over as if the sled weighed a ton.
With the resistance of the snow underneath my feet in addition to the sled, it almost felt like I actually had pulled over a ton, when I finally half-collapsed next to where Britt was already enthusiastically working on her snow angel.
Originally I wasn't in the mood to lie down in the cold snow and get my clothes soaking wet and freezing, but as it so happens within the next half hour we were rolling around in the snow.
First we had been making our respective angels, before I'd accidentally wiped some snow onto one of her creations and it quickly escalated into a full-blown snow-fight. And I'm calling it snow-fight because we didn't bother forming the white, cold material into actual balls.
Unsurprisingly, Brittany had gained the upper hand within minutes of our fight, but if you asked me, she'd played dirty, because she had suddenly launched herself at me and tackled me to the ground. Hence the rolling around.
Of course our little fight for dominance, which was always a turn-on for the both of us, had morphed into a heated make-out session, and even though my butt was indeed beginning to freeze off, I was still very much enjoying Brittany's passionate kisses and little hums.
It was really annoying though that our various layers of cold-resistant clothing were keeping us from having some real fun, so I turned my head to the side when Brittany's lips tried to claim mine again and asked, "What time is it?"
The white puffs of steamy air that escaped our mouths displayed our ragged breathing and wound quickly into the winter sky.
"Mh, dunno." She mumbled distractedly before tilting her head quickly to the side and capturing my lips again. Again a thing she was really good at.
For another few minutes I was lost in the heat of Brittany's mouth and the thrilling skills of her tongue, but then I remembered my original agenda behind asking that question.
Once more I escaped her next kiss and rasped, "So, um, but if it's almost-"
She nibbled on my earlobe and I lost track of my words.
"Uuuh…if um...the-"
Her leg between mine put more pressure onto my crotch and even through the thick, almost frozen jeans I was wearing the friction on my clit was sweet torture as she began to rock slowly, supporting her own weight by leaning on her elbows next to my ears, framing my face.
"Oh god, um….but the...ugh goddammit!"
My curse drew an amused chuckle from her and the brief interruption of her ministrations gave my brain the needed break to remember what I had wanted to say.
"Britt, I think it might be time to go home. I think it's almost lunch-time." I got out hastily, my voice extremely raspy and breathless, ass all the air was already escaping in the form of soft panting. I need us to stop anyway! If we don't, I'll need her to get her hand into my pants right now and that would just not be a very good idea. I'd probably get frost-bite down there or something.
Thankfully Brittany seemed to agree with me. She propped herself up a bit until she could look down into my face and then nodded.
I was pleased to see that she was almost as breathless as me and her lips were that endearing red that they always got when we had kissed for a long time. They were puffy too and it was quite an erotic sight.
"Yeah." She nodded again, seemingly having to shake herself out of the make-out stupor as well. "You're right. Do you have a watch?"
I started shaking my head, but the movement made more snow creep under the collar of my coat and I squealed a little and drew my shoulders up to block the snow's path onto my skin.
"Ah! No, I don't. But let me check my phone." I said through gritted teeth, fighting the cold shiver the unwanted snow contact was creating.
"Sure, sorry."
Brittany sat back onto her calves so I could sit up. She was still sitting on one of my legs, but at least that wasn't as distractingly sexy as any other contact would have been.
I sat up and dug my cell phone out of my coat pocket. It was ten past twelve. "When did your mum say lunch would be ready again?" I asked, not able to recall Anna's words to us before we had left.
"Um, one-ish I think." Brittany replied, taking off her gloves and repeatedly making fists with her hands to warm them up and de-stiffen them, before gently running her fingers through my hair to get rid of the icy snow-clots that had attached themselves there.
I smiled at her concentrated face for a second, reveling in the simple sweetness of her action, before blinking away the love-fog and putting the phone back into the pocket.
I drew up my left leg, the one Brittany wasn't sitting on, and leaned my left elbow against it. As I rested my head on my propped up upper arm, Brittany's eyes focused on me instead of my hair.
We just looked at each other for a second, letting the echo if the past hours' fun and emotions reverberate around us, before she shifted and carefully got up so as not to hurt me.
"So," she extended an arm towards me to help me up. I took it and she easily pulled me to my feet. "last ride down?"
"Yep." I smiled, looking forward to one last sled-ride with my arms wrapped around Brittany's waist and my front pressed to her back. It was almost like riding a motorcycle and somehow that analogy was kind of a turn-on for me.
"Okey-dokey." She grinned, walking the few steps back to the beginning of our usual piste, and put the wooden sled into position. I followed her and chuckled when Brittany chivalrously gestured for me to go first. "After you, mi-lady." She said in a fake British accent.
"Thank you, kind woman." I replied in kind and carefully sat on the back of the sledge.
"You don't wanna go in front?" Brittany asked in her normal voice again. "I've been up front for most of the rides already."
"Mh mh." I shook my head happily. I like sitting behind you, letting you lead and feeling your muscles work as you stir the sledge.
"Okay then." Brittany just shrugged and got on in front of me. She scooted back a little until her back was firmly pressed against my chest and her ass fit snuggly between my legs. I curled my arms tightly around her middle. "Ready?" she asked, half turning her head.
"Ready." I smiled, kissing her cheek and then resting my head against her left shoulder.
"Here we go!" She exclaimed, grinning, and I felt her thighs and ass and abs and even her whole back tighten as she powerfully pushed us off.
And down we went.
And my heart jumped as we screamed.
Lunch, as always, was delicious at the Pierce house and after our energy-consuming morning outside, Britt and I dug in like we had barely escaped death from starvation.
We had quickly changed into some dry clothes when we got home. Brittany's leggings were only a little bit too long for me, but her baggy dance-hoodie I wore over a simple thigh long top made me seem comically small. I didn't mind however, since I liked the feeling of wearing her clothes and she kept telling me how cute I looked.
Once we were dry and warm again, we'd gone down to set the table and now we were all gathered around the table, eating the formidable lasagna Anna had conjured up in the kitchen.
Emily was chattering on happily, explaining the complicated relationship between two of her stuffed animal key chains she had been allowed to bring to the table, and Mr. and Mrs. Pierce were pretending to listen with great interest.
After we had all finished our meals Brittany and I offered to help with the clean-up and Mrs. Pierce said that that would be great since they had promised Emily's friend Tanya's parents that they would be there around two so the kids would have a few hours to play before the Pierces would head home for dinner again.
I was jumping up and down internally at the information that Brittany and I would have almost the entire afternoon to ourselves in the house and Brittany, too, couldn't refrain from throwing me excited glances.
We finished our kitchen duties in a hurry and wished Emily a lot of fun on her play date with Tanya. Brittany had the sense to ask her mum when they would be back – around five – before we excused ourselves and made our way up the stairs as inconspicuously as possible while barely being able to stifle our excited giggles.
Finally we were in Brittany's room again and she closed the door and leaned against it with a sigh.
I was still giggling a little and sashayed back to her with a lop-sided smirk. "Soooo, what now?" I asked, leaning against her.
She bit her lip and grinned down at me as I pressed her against the door with my body. Wiggling her shoulders up and down, she answered, "Dunno, any ideas?"
I hummed in my throat and kissed her lazily. "Oh, plenty."
"S'that so?" she asked a little quieter, her lips moving against mine as I hovered.
"Mhm." I confirmed lowly, before running my hands up from low on her hips to the ribs just under her breasts.
"Mh, and what ideas would that be?" she murmured as I nibbled on her jaw. Brittany tilted her head back a little, leaning it against the door, and my pulse quickened at the invitation. Whenever she offered herself to me like that it made my heart jump. It was just incredibly intimate and sexy, that tiny little gesture.
"It's a surprise." I purred in a rough voice and her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly. My words had turned her on just like I had wanted them to, and not only had I managed to cause a little shiver and goose bumps on her neck, but I could feel her nipples harden where my chest was pressed against hers.
I hummed a little moan and quietly sucked on her neck, right in the middle between her chin and the dip between her collar bones. She loved it when I did that and like always the effect was immediate as she sucked in a breath and then moaned loudly and arched against me.
"Shh." I ordered her to stay quiet, as I heard her parents rummaging and talking in the hallway below and her sister running up the stairs. I knew Emily wouldn't try to come in here, she was most likely on her way to get her present for her best friend or just to get some warm clothes, so I went on riling Brittany up.
It was fun seeing her struggle as she tried to keep quiet, although we had often been in much juicier situations, pun intended.
Right now however, Brittany seemed to have to do her best not to cry out, as I scraped my teeth down her neck and bit her collar bone, while my hands teased under her jumper and shirt and my fingernails lightly scratched over her abs.
My tongue teased between my teeth and then licked the spot I had just bitten as I released the skin. Her breathing was already ragged and uneven and her upper body pressed against me with every new heave of her chest.
"Almost gone…" I sing-sanged quietly, as Emily's footsteps raced past Brittan's room and down the stairs. A second later the Pierces could be heard putting on their coats and shoes and Brittany and I remained unmoving until we finally heard the front door open and then swing shut.
"Yes! Finally!" Brittany exclaimed on a heavy breath and a relieved moan followed instantly. She grabbed the jumper I was wearing by the hem and yanked it over my head.
I would have chuckled or laughed at her neediness, but I was too busy ripping her clothes off as well.
In a matter of seconds we were both down to our underwear and Brittany dominantly walked me backwards until my legs hit the bed. Again.
I resisted for a moment, teasing her, and she growled and strongly pushed me onto the bed.
I loved that wild side of her. Before two months ago I had never seen that side of her at all and then, suddenly, it had come more and more to the surface, showing Brittany's need, her desire to have her way with me. And now I couldn't get enough.
I couldn't get enough of the way she looked at me, with her eyes so dark and fierce that they held me in place. I couldn't get enough of her prefect lips that so demandingly stole kiss after kiss. I couldn't get enough of her teeth that claimed me without asking, her hands that roamed without waiting for permission, her body that mercilessly pressed me onto the mattress, and her toned, powerful leg that now pushed mine open, because she wanted me. Because she needed me. Needed to have me. Now.
God yes, her ruthless ways turned me on, because she was so sure, so cocky and convinced that she didn't need to ask, because I'd give myself to her willingly.
She was right of course. In this moment I was prepared to give her anything she asked from me. Or even if she didn't ask… I'd give her anything she wanted.
"I want you." She growled desperately, and then grunted when I bit her lower lip hard.
Her hands were iron cuffs around my wrists and I gave her a smoldering look as I pushed against her hold on me. "Then take me." I surprised myself by rasping.
Am I into being dominated now or something?
The answer was clear when I moaned in pleasure when she tightened her fingers around my wrists, pushing them into the mattress for emphasis, and then bit the side of my neck before sucking it bruisingly.
Arousal shot through me like a bolt of lightning and I arched against her, my body begging her to claim it.
The bras, they had to come off, now! Everything needed to be taken off! I couldn't wait another second to feel her, all of her, against me, on me, in me.
"Britt!" I moaned, my back still arched and my head pressing into the mattress as she harshly kissed her way across my neck. "Please- I need to feel you!"
She moaned now, too, and then her hand pushed behind my back and unclasped my bra with practiced ease. I quickly lifted my arm, now free from her grip, and wanted to undo hers as well, but she leaned back immediately, sitting up until her panty-clothed crotch pressed against mine, and caught my hand in hers again.
"Nuh uh! I want you to stay down. Don't move!" She ordered bossily, and I had to bite my lower lip to stifle another moan. Fuck, this is so hot!
"Okay?" she raised an eyebrow at me expectantly. She's so fucking gorgeous. So beautiful! Her hair was a mess, although probably not as much as mine, and her cheeks were as red as her lips. The look in her eyes was almost feral, if there hadn't been that touch of love and caring that always shone through.
"Okay." I breathed, giving in to her.
My promise to obey her was enough and she reached behind her back and opened her bra with a single movement. As she threw the article of clothing to the floor, my eyes were already glued to her breasts. Her perfect, beautiful, round breasts.
This little game we were playing must have turned her on like crazy, too, because her nipples were already hard as stones and the pink skin around them was pebbled from arousal.
It was the most breathtaking sight and I almost didn't notice her bending forward to tug the loose bra that was still covering my own breasts away from my chest.
Once we were both naked safe for our panties, the atmosphere changed. There was no more role-playing, she wasn't the dominant one anymore and I wasn't submissively at her mercy.
It was just her and me. Just Brittany and Santana. Just us. And our love for each other.
Slowly, gently, she let her hands run over my shoulders, over my collar bones down to my breasts. My nipples hardened in her palms and my heart hammered at the look of complete wonder and astonishment on her face.
After a moment of gently massaging my breasts, which almost caused my heart to stop, her hands moved on in their way to explore my body. They stroked over every inch of my stomach, tracing the shadows in the dips of my hip bones, and circling my navel twice, before finding their way back up over my sides and ribs, until they came up over the top of my breasts and then came to rest over my chest.
It had been worship. I had been worshipped by Brittany's hands and I felt unsettlingly emotional as I looked up into her eyes. They were now staring at me, gazing into me, and I stared back.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but I couldn't form any words. Brittany didn't need my words though. She silently bent down and kissed me.
It was a chaste kiss, only lips pressing against lips, but it spoke all those things I couldn't say.
Then Brittany shifted off me and stretched out beside me, her right hand resting on my stomach and her left one supporting her head. I looked up at her and she kissed me again.
"I love you." She whispered.
My heart raced.
"I wanna make love to you, San."
My heart raced faster and my breath faltered, escaping me in uneven waves.
"Can I make love to you?"
I choked on a breath and then whispered in the smallest voice, "Yes."
Her smile was bright and shone so much love on me that I thought I would start to cry.
I didn't, however, instead I leaned up and kissed her deeply. My hands wound around her neck and then I pushed against her and she let me roll us over.
When she was on her back I looked down at her. "I love you, too."
She grabbed my head and pushed my lips onto hers in a fierce kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth and she loved me with it.
I pulled back to breathe and then bent my head down to first nibble on her earlobe and then suck just below, where her pulse beat fast and steady against the sensitive skin.
Needing to feel more of her desire, I pushed her legs apart with my left knee. Her panties were sticky and she was hot underneath them, hot and wet, and I had to feel her on my skin.
I reached down to pull her underwear off and she helped me, wiggling out off them and then kicking them away, before tugging on mine as well. We quickly got rid of those too and then, finally, I lowered myself onto her again.
Both of us moaned and sighed as my thigh pressed firmly against her centre, parting her folds, and her wetness coated my hot skin.
"Oh god…" Brittany groaned and I let my head hang until my forehead touched her shoulder, panting against the curve between her shoulder and her neck. A fine layer of sweat already moistened the skin there and I licked it lovingly, then sucked it, as I shifted until her thigh was positioned between my legs as well.
She pushed up without me having to ask and a little cry escaped me as her strong thigh muscles rubbed against my exposed and aching clit.
"Fuck…"I muttered weakly against Brittany's neck and after a second in which I listened to our racing hearts and ragged breaths, we slowly began to rock against each other.
It was sweet pain as her hot thigh pressed against my pulsing bundle of nerves over and over in a frustratingly slow rhythm, and I whimpered when an especially powerful push made a wave of sparks shoot up my spine, making it arch back.
I desperately picked up the pace and rode her thigh faster, but kept a constant beat to it that she followed with her hips, raising them up in time with my leg that pushed between hers.
The hard prominence of her wet clit against my skin almost drove me insane and I bent down and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
It was all tongue and teeth and loud, unrestrained moans.
The movement of our bodies made my breasts swing and glide over hers and when our nipples touched the white-hot pain made me cry out in surprise. I was way too sensitive by now and every touch, every contact shot prickly sparks of pain and pleasure through me, making the knot in my lower stomach tighten powerfully.
Brittany sucked in a loud breath and then moaned high-pitched, pressing her head into the mattress, when I deliberately rubbed my nipples over hers again. I sucked her neck hard and thrust against her with more determination, my pulse racing in my ears and chest.
"Ah- sh-shit, San!" she exclaimed as my powerful pushes made her whole body rock up and down on the bed. "Yes!"
Her abs rippled and her breathing came faster and faster until every pant was accompanied by a high-pitched sigh.
She was close and I wanted to push her over the edge so badly, but I slowed down so the moment would be that much sweeter for her when it finally came.
"No! No no no, don't slow down!" she moaned, opening her eyes and staring at me desperately as I lifted my head to look at her. So beautiful!
"You're perfect, you know that?" I told her breathlessly.
She whined and closed her eyes again, swallowing dryly, as her hips kept bucking up against me, begging me to keep going, to give her that sweet release.
I held my rhythm steady but slower now and it was pure delight, pure sex, the way her entire body moved against me, demanding attention and that final explosion, out of her control.
"San-" she sighed again, her head once more tilted backwards, exposing her neck to me. "Please!"
Hearing her strained begging almost pushed me over the edge and I had to shift so my throbbing clit wasn't pressed to her thigh anymore.
I kissed her neck again, then her jaw, nibbling a little, and then found her lips. I sucked the lower one long and hard until her panting was uneven and high-pitched again.
God, how I loved her.
My entire body hummed and buzzed and tingled, and then I pushed my tongue into her mouth one last time, kissing her breathless, before drawing a trail of kisses down. Over her neck, nibbling and biting, over her collar bone, dragging my teeth, and lower to her wonderful, soft breasts. I kissed each one, paying close attention to leave not a single bit of skin out, and then took her nipples into my mouth one after the other. She arched and whimpered feebly, and I sucked and bit them until she couldn't do more than breathe sporadic sighs of pleasure. I kissed lower.
When I had come so low that I had to shift away from her to go on, she protested weakly, but I quickly repositioned myself between her legs and she stiffened in anticipation when she felt my hot breath over her centre.
"Yes! God, yes!"
My hands, that had been holding me up all this time, finally cupped her now wet breasts like I had wanted to do all along, and Brittany arched and pushed herself against them.
It was all so overwhelming, the feel of her rock-hard nipples pressing into my palms, her rippling abs against my forearms, her thighs quivering against my upper arms and the side of my breasts.
Her scent. Her wetness, her heat.
The beauty of her folds, of her hard, needy clit so close to my face made me moan and the breath of air that escaped me made Brittany cry out again and buck her hips up, almost pushing herself into my mouth.
I launched forwards, not able to control myself any longer, and finally took her between my lips. At the same time I squeezed her breasts hard and she shouted some indiscernible words as she shook against me.
She was so close.
Her clit pulsed inside my mouth, rapid and powerful and I sucked it hard.
By now Brittany was almost sobbing and I felt heady from the rush it gave me to please her this much.
I pinched her nipples and she jerked and cried out again. This time it sounded like my name.
My heart pounding inside my chest, my senses overloading on Brittany, I tried to take it all in. Her smell was dizzying and I wanted her so much.
I needed her so much and I was desperate to be closer.
I wanted to be inside her when she came undone. Had to be inside her when I would finally push her over the edge.
My left hand pinched her nipple once more, eliciting another small cry and a twitch, and then quickly stroked down.
"Oh god, yes!" she panted over and over, restlessly twitching and shifting as I teased at her opening.
Her clit was throbbing furiously inside my mouth, where I was still manipulating it steadily with my tongue, and I felt her abs tighten to stone against my forearm, announcing her pending orgasm, when I pushed two fingers inside her.
Her mumbling stopped as she hardened everywhere and arched her back powerfully, and my own clit pulsed painfully as her pleasure turned me on beyond words.
Where my hard nipples rubbed against the mattress, sparks of arousal flew everywhere, igniting my whole body and making me moan against Brittany's clit.
The vibrations it caused pushed her over, and as she choked out a loud cry, I quickly twisted her left nipple painfully and thrust my fingers deep into her, curling them, hitting her G-spot once, twice, three times before her legs and upper body lifted off the mattress completely and she was rocked by wave after wave of her powerful release in mid-air.
I watched her face in wonder as the pleasure ripped through her and it stole my breath.
Hers had been stolen too, her lungs constricting from the explosion of feelings as she was thrown into the sweet abyss, and the sight of her open, unbreathing mouth was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I kept my fingers inside her, kept massaging that golden spot and kept loving her clit in my mouth, until she collapsed back onto the mattress with a shattering cry as her breath returned in painful sounding gasps.
Her body was jerking in spasms and her moans were weak and stuttering as her desire kept washing over my mouth and hand, coating me in her sweetness.
Her arm fell down and her hand weakly patted until it found my head. She pushed feebly and I released her jumping love-bud from my lips, stilling my fingers inside her.
I was breathing so heavy I was starting to feel light-headed, but at the same time everything was sharper, more real than it had ever been.
After a few moments her hips stopped twitching and her hand fell down onto the mattress next to them, releasing my hair, stripped of all remaining strength.
I carefully, breathlessly, made my way up to her until my head was at level with hers.
My eyes couldn't keep from roaming her face, her body, as it was still being controlled, shaken by powerful aftershocks.
She was too beautiful. How could I ever grasp her beauty and save it in my memory?
It was almost frightening, but I knew I didn't need to remember it. I would see it for the rest of my life. I was sure of that.
She still pulsed around my fingers and I didn't want to move. Ever.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing was normalizing, as I watched her expression.
She looked so content, so … fulfilled, and I couldn't believe I had given her that.
Slowly she turned her head. A lazy smile preceded the opening of her eyes, but once she gazed up at me I fell into her. Into Brittany. Into safety. Into…
"I love you." I said, and I heard my voice catch as if it wasn't me who had spoken the words.
Her eyes closed again and her smile widened, before she looked at me again. "I love you, too."
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