Warnings: Same as previous chapter...it's still a little hot in here :0

Chapter 15: Seatbelts for Safety

When the need for air becomes important, Brittany pulls back a little from Santana's mouth and rolls off to lie beside the naked woman, panting into the coolness of her condo.

Her hand comes down to rest against her sweaty forehead. She can't believe how fucking amazing she feels right now. And well, fucking exhausted.

Brittany wouldn't trade it for the world. It sort of feels like her and Santana were meant to fit together, because they do, very well. Which is why it doesn't really surprise her when a second later, Santana is rolling over on top of Brittany and grinning down at her silly.

Brittany would have thought that round three when they fell off the couch would have put them both away, or round four that happened when Santana changed positions and rocked Brittany into another orgasm with Brittany riding her fingers from on top of her, but that just ended with them where they're at now; sweating and panting, and completely satisfied but also not minding if anything else were to happen.

Brittany glances up to look into hooded brown eyes and smiles. A thought pops into her mind as she's looking into those mesmerizing eyes and Brittany finds herself chuckling a little.

Despite what just transpired with Santana (and let her say how incredibly hot that really was) Brittany still finds it all to be kind of fascinating. She knows that Santana definitely has interest in her, at least as far as sexual attraction is concerned, but she finds it kind of funny that she hasn't considered anything beyond that until just now; after an intense session of fucking each other senseless. Which, in Brittany's mind, is kind of funny.

Santana furrows her brows at her and tilts her head in question.

Brittany shakes her head, but supplies"It's kind of funny you know."

"What's funny?"

Brittany tilts up and pecks Santana's lips, savoring the taste she finds there and humming in content before she shrugs as best she can in her position and returns her attention to curious brown eyes.

"I always just thought it was a game to you, the teasing and the flirting, while it was hot I just figured with Puck and all, it was just a game."

This gets Santana's attention, but she still has no idea what Brittany's talking about so she regards her in absolute confusion.

"Puck? What the hell does he have to do with anything?"

"Well he's been walking around the shop lately saying how when this is all over he's finally going to be able to settle down with you and everything." It's an honest to God situation that Brittany has been curious about for a while now. She knows Puck's side of things, or rather where his interests lie, especially considering she sees the way he pines after Santana, but she's completely stumped on Santana's side of things.

Or, on one hand at least, it's entirely confusing.

On the other hand, Brittany's quiet sure that it's a one sided infatuation from Puck, if the way that Santana's eyes narrow at Brittany's words is any indication.

"Puck's been saying that?"

A confirming nod from Brittany causes Santana's whole attitude to change from sexy turned on to furiously pissed off. But she's not about to let Puck and his misguided ways stop what's right in front of her from happening. She grumbles a little before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Look Brittany, Puck is not my papi no matter how much he insists he is and how much he wants up on this. No me gusta."

Brittany smiles at Santana's definitive tone, but she's curious still.

"Well if you're not his, whose are you?"

"I belong to no one. I am a fierce, phenomenal, independent female and I don't need no man telling me what I can and can't have." Santana shifts around a little above Brittany and upon seeing the look dancing in blue eyes she adds, "I don't need no woman telling me that either."

Brittany smiles and holds her hands up defensively.

"I'd never dare." She says before dropping those hands to Santana's back and rubbing them up and down the smooth soft skin she finds there, pulling the woman in closer as she shifts her legs so Santana's hips drop between her own. She glances into brown eyes and watches as the delicate skin of Santana's neck shifts as she noticeably swallows a lump in her throat.

"You really are beautiful Santana, do you know that?" Brittany asks while leaning up and breathing across Santana's cheek, placing a soft kiss to the warm skin that rests there. Santana's breath hitches at the kiss and her eyes flutter shut before she gasps slightly when she feels Brittany's nose nudge her cheek.

"And you're dangerous." Santana whispers, it sounds strained and choked, as if she never really intended to say it in the first place, especially with Brittany looking up at her with such open acceptance. But she knows the kind of girl Brittany is, always chasing the hottest piece but never really knowing whether or not she'll settle down.

As much as Santana enjoys having sex with Brittany, she's not about to let that spiral out of control, not with the situation her life is in right now.

So it's a little surprising when Brittany's next's words are reassuring to Santana, at least for the moment.

"Only if I don't have anything worth living for." Brittany whispers and starts placing soft kisses down the ledge of Santana's jaw. She gasps again when Brittany's lips press firmly into the side of her mouth where her dimples would normally appear before they vanish only to reappear at the shell of her ear where Brittany whispers again.

"And you're more than worth living for." She husks into Santana's ear. Santana's eyes dance all over Brittany's face, the feelings of every touch, every kiss, every single thing that's happened in the last few hours rushing back to the forefront of her mind as it's displayed equally across Brittany's own features. She shivers in Brittany's embrace, never having felt this desired and needed before, and knowing everything would be perfect if there wasn't the tiny nagging thought at the back of Santana's mind.

"I don't want this if I can't fully have you." Santana tells Brittany firmly and waits, as the other woman securely wraps her arms around her waist and pulls her impossibly close.

"I know. But you should know that I'd planned on making you mine the second I laid eyes on you." Brittany says. "Even if we rushed through a couple things, I want you Santana and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep you."

"Then I'm yours." Santana tells her, leaning forward to express that by pressing her lips to Brittany's.

The kiss is slow and sensual and Brittany gets lost in the sensation of Santana's lips until she gasps into the woman's mouth at the feel of a sure hand gliding down the plain of her toned stomach. Her hips jerk a little when Santana's fingers meet Brittany's wet heat once again and Brittany groans a little at the fact she can feel how wet she is, still, by the way Santana's fingers slide easy up and down her folds. She presses firmer into the kiss, her hands tangling in Santana's wavy locks and holding her face close.

Santana's fingers slip up and down Brittany's arousal, coating her fingers again before the tips of her first two fingers start rubbing slow circles on Brittany's clit. Brittany moans at the touch, already feeling her body getting worked back up. There's something about how sexy Santana is and how amazingly she touches her. It makes Brittany's hips cant up into Santana's and her legs desperately lock around the other woman's thighs, pushing the hand between their bodies even closer to where Brittany wants it.

At that, Santana doesn't waste another second in her quest to work Brittany back up.

Her lips ghost down the skin of Brittany's neck, nipping and licking and sucking in all the right places and drawing harmonious sounds from the other woman's mouth as her fingers slip down to circle around Brittany's soaked entrance.

"Hmmm…please." Brittany gasps, her arms tightening their hold around Santana's shoulders as her hips roll upwards in search of that pressure her body is dying for. Santana smiles against Brittany's neck before she straightens her fingers and enters Brittany in one smooth motion. She immediately groans at the feeling of Brittany's warmth pulsing around her digits as they sink knuckle deep.

Brittany sighs in content at the feeling of Santana so deep inside of her again. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of that feeling, nor the weight of the woman as she rests above her. Santana presses another wet open mouthed kiss to that spot on Brittany's neck as her fingers pull out of Brittany only to slide right back in, angling towards the squishy spot at the top of her walls.

"Oh-ugh Santana!"

The vibrations against Santana's lips from the sound of Brittany moaning drive her to thrust faster.

"You feel amazing." Santana murmurs into Brittany's ear as she dips inside of her again.

It's enough to break Brittany into action and her hand starts to glide across the small of Santana's back, over her hip and with the effort of Brittany forcing her hips further into the ground, she slides her hand between their bodies and into Santana's own wet heat causing the other woman to momentarily falter in her movements and Brittany to smugly smirk against her cheek where her lips are pressed. Until Santana's hips rut down in search of Brittany's exploring fingers and force her own fingers deeper into Brittany.

"Ugh mother, shit, Brittany." Santana moans as her face drops to Brittany's shoulder and the woman's fingers slip through her folds. Brittany's smug for about one second until her fingers dip briefly into Santana and she releases her own moan at how unbelievably hot and warm the woman is. Santana shifts a little more until Brittany's fingers are pushed into her as she cants her hips down on them.

With each of their fingers in the other, and their bodies squished tightly together, Santana rocks down onto Brittany's fingers as she continues to pump her own in and out of Brittany, pulling them almost all the way out before pushing them all the way in. Brittany's own movements between Santana's legs falter briefly when Santana's fingers curl upward and poke at a spongy spot deep inside of her and her walls clench and unclench around the woman's fingers.

"Ugh fuck! More…" She moans and Santana slips in another finger as she continues to thrust them in and out of Brittany. Her thumb comes down to circle Brittany's clit when she feels the woman's insides tighten more and more against her fingers and Brittany lets out a wild and uncontrolled cry at the feeling, her own fingers slipping out of Santana momentarily.

"Right-oh ugh-there…fuck…fucking…San-ugh!" Brittany cries as Santana's deep thrust sends her over and she shakes with an intense orgasm. Santana slows her movements inside of Brittany as her thumb continues to circle her clit in slow drawn out circles, drawing every little bit out of Brittany as she can.

When Brittany's body relaxes below her, and her walls unclamp from around her fingers, Santana lets them slip out slowly feeling the extra wetness that now coats Brittany's sex. Santana shifts her hand around until she gets a grip on Brittany's right hand, still resting between their bodies, and adjusts pale fingers to slip them back into her aching sex.

Brittany shudders in arousal at the feeling of sticky wetness that coats the fingers Santana uses to grip her own. And then she's moaning at the feeling of filling Santana up again, dipping deep and slow into her tightness and being instantly surrounded by that velvety warmth. Still recovering from her own body shaking orgasm, Brittany only has the presence to crook her fingers into Santana as the woman above her shifts and ruts her hips up and down on them, riding them at her own pace and pleasure.

"Ugh yes fuck." Santana moans as her hips roll up and down on Brittany's fingers. Then she feels the woman gather a little more control as Brittany's other hand shifts to the small of her back and presses down firmly, driving Santana's hips down harder as her fingers begin pumping in and out of Santana, matching her thrusts.

"So close…don't…" The words die off as Santana's mouth drops open in pleasure and her eyes squeeze shut.

Brittany leans up with as much strength as she can muster, her whole body still tingling with the remnants of her own orgasm but every fiber of her being wanting to get Santana off. She presses wet sloppy kisses to Santana's jaw as she twists her fingers deeper and raises her thumb to press against Santana's clit.

"That's it baby, come for me."

Brittany's words are enough for Santana and her whole body tenses.

"B-Brittany!" She moans as she tightens around Brittany's fingers and then releases a loud cry a moment later. Brittany doesn't let up on her pace until Santana is squirming above her and whimpering in pleasure. As Santana slumps in a heap on top of her, Brittany slowly draws her fingers out from between trembling thighs and rubs her other hand up and down the small of Santana's back.

There's a few moments of silence, or a few moments of nothing else but heavy breathing between the two, before Santana lifts her cheek up off of it's resting place against Brittany's chest and looks down into blue eyes with a satisfied smile.

"Jesus, I don't even know what to fucking say about that." Santana admits, her hair a sexy mess, haloing her face and falling all around them. Brittany smiles and tilts up to press a lingering kiss to Santana's lips.

"Maybe that you'd like to do it again sometime?"

Santana chuckles but tilts her head down to rub their noses together.

"Definitely."

Brittany's smile is infectious, and soon they find themselves kissing again, hot tongues stroking hot tongues and dipping into warm mouths until the kissing turns into slow pecks as they try to gather any energy they might have left. Santana releases another sigh and her head comes down to rest on Brittany's chest again. She doesn't fail to feel how rapidly the woman's heart is still fluttering against her ribcage. Santana smiles and her fingers trace a pattern around the curve of Brittany's breast, earning a sharp inhale from the other woman.

"You keep doing that and we might not get any sleep." Brittany jokes, her own hands still smoothing up and down Santana's back. Santana nods into Brittany's chest but doesn't let up on the tracing.

After a few seconds, she giggles a little. Brittany glances down at her in question the best she can from her position. Santana looks up to meet her eyes, an easy smile still on her face.

"I just thought, we kind of left your bike out in the middle of the desert." She says nonchalantly as if it's really not a big deal.

Brittany's face shades into a look of repression for just a moment before she finds herself smiling and shrugging, her hand stroking back a lock of Santana's hair behind her ear.

"I kind of had other things on my mind," She admits leaning up to press another kiss to Santana's lips, "Besides, it was Hunter's so I hope it gets stolen." She then says with an amused grin covering her face and a laugh falling from her lips. Santana chuckles with her before she stops for a moment to really admire the beauty of Brittany.

And not just her facial features and incredible body, Santana's also impressed with the immense sense of inner strength Brittany seems to hold. She's still a mystery and despite being open about sexy things, she's still very guarded to Santana, but the woman can't help but admire how remarkable Brittany really is.

She leans down and slides her lips against Brittany's, kissing her deeply and ensuring her that everything's going to be okay, even if she's not entirely sure of that herself.

Brittany kisses her back, enjoying the moment and taking the time not to think about her douche of a brother. Not when she's got someone as astonishingly miraculous as Santana in her arms. She rubs her thumbs in circles against the dimples that rest on Santana's back for a few minutes before she shifts a little in her position, suddenly realizing how stiff her whole body feels from having been lying on the ground for so long.

The thought brings another chuckle from her lips and Santana is quickly curious.

"I was just thinking," Brittany starts to say glancing all around her and Santana with a knowing look, "We missed the bed by like two feet." She giggles and Santana immediately starts laughing with her.

"But that's okay," Brittany then says before rolling back over and on top of Santana, pinning her hands to the ground above her head, "I was planning on getting there eventually."

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Brittany and Santana's time in the actual bed, unfortunately, doesn't last as long and as blissfully as they had hoped it might have.

As Brittany rests with her back against the headboard, her body still naked and stretched out before her, though under the thin covers of light sheets, she has her arm wrapped around Santana who is also still equally naked and pressed into her side. They are in a state of 'don't give a shit about the rest of the world' and kissing as if it's the only survival sustainment they need when Brittany's door suddenly bursts open without even a knock or care from the intruding person for what might be going on or occurring in the room they just stumbled into.

Santana lips freeze against Brittany's as pale eyelids flicker open and give way to blue eyes. Brittany frowns as she sees her intruder, reluctantly pulling away from Santana. Quinn takes a moment to stare jaw dropped at the figures in Brittany's bed before she turns around and walks back outside the door. A moment later, Brittany hears a knock.

She glances at Santana who rolls her eyes but shrugs and they both do everything they can to at least minutely cover themselves up with the sheets before inviting anyone in.

When Brittany's satisfied with her appearance, but not at all happy about the interruption she clears her throat, "Come in Quinn."

It takes a moment for Quinn to hesitantly poke her head back in the room and when she does, she's still shielding her eyes from any sight she might witness. Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Don't you think it's a little late for that?" She asks her friend and watches as Quinn hesitantly peeks one eye open before deeming the coast is clear and lowering her hand only to cross her arms defensively over her chest and scowl in Brittany and Santana's direction.

"Needless to say, I was not quite expecting that."

"You don't say!" Brittany exclaims in mock surprise. Santana giggles slightly in the bed next to her. Quinn clears her throat.

"God knows I wouldn't interrupt you Brittany unless it was for something important." She informs her as her hazel eyes narrow in such a way that Brittany's not sure if Quinn's scheming to do something to them or thinking about joining in. She briefly considers that second part before shaking her head of it. No way is she sharing Santana.

Not now, not ever. Not with the way this woman drives her absolutely and perfectly crazy in all the right ways.

"Okay you have our attention Fabray. What did you come to tell me?"

Quinn regards Brittany for a moment with that same look before her eyes flicker to Santana. "Actually, it's about Santana so I guess it's a good thing she's here too."

Brittany rolls her eyes and flourishes her hand in a way that says 'get the fuck on with it'.

"Rory got feed off the bugs that Mike and Santana planted concerning Jesse. There's also some kind of undeclared Intel that was sent over from Jake," Quinn finally begins to explain, "And of course, Hunter wants everyone to get together to discuss it and figure out where we go from there."

Brittany tenses at the mention of her asshole brother, Santana is quick to soothingly run her fingers up and down Brittany's forearm to cool down any kind of anger that had been flaring up.

"Fine. Give us a few minutes to get dressed and everything. We'll meet in the conference room."

Quinn nods at Brittany in confirmation and then turns to walk back out the door, but is quickly stopped by Brittany calling out to her from the bed.

"Oh and Quinn," She waits until her friend turns to face her and then sweetly adds, "Can we have some juice!"

Quinn doesn't even bother replying. Instead she strides from the room and slams the door at the giggles that follow her departure.

Santana turns to find Brittany staring at her in wonder and her heart skips a beat.

"Can I kiss you again?" Brittany asks her tone laced with the most adorable uncertainty that Santana almost melts on the spot.

"I would be terribly offended if you did not." Santana replies to the woman in faux formality but doesn't get to elaborate much on the joke before Brittany is cupping her cheek again and drawing her mouth into a hot, heavy kiss.

Bt the time that they break away, Santana is almost delirious with pleasure. She smiles back at Brittany and leans in to peck her lips, "God, remind me to get a ventilator when I'm kissing you." She jokes and Brittany rolls her eyes but leans in and nips at her shoulder as her hands run over Santana's stomach.

"It's my ever waking desire to always keep you in a state of bliss." She murmurs against Santana's skin and receives a shiver in return.

Santana faux fans herself, "Well so far you've been successful and I don't think you'll have anything to worry about Casanova. Now let's hop out of bed and get going before someone else walks in on us, I don't want anyone else seeing you naked. You're all mine now."

Brittany laughs happily at that, delighted and euphoric at the rush that's gone to her head; the damn rush that's gone through her whole body. She presses one more lingering kiss to the smooth firm skin of Santana's stomach before she rolls out of bed, and leaves the other woman gapping as Brittany confidently strides over to her dresser still completely naked.

As she retrieves a set of undergarments, she glances over her shoulder to see a lustful look blazing from Santana's eyes; eyes that are very much focused on the entirety of Brittany's backside.

With a sly grin Brittany winks in Santana's direction, "Careful gorgeous, stare too long and your face might just get stuck like that."

And with a deliberate effort to tease the woman just a little bit more, Brittany bends at the waist to retrieve a pair of jeans off her floor before skipping off into her bathroom.

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Brittany and Santana join the rest of their crews in the conference room a half an hour later. Neither one of them can confirm nor deny what might have caused them to take so long.

When Brittany spots her brother, and the two black eyes and practically splinted to his face nose, she can't help but feel a little more gratitude for the woman who steps up to stand by her side. She also can't help the smug smirk that covers her face when Hunter spots Santana and instantly turns fearful but at the same time pissed. He sneers at her and Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Nice face Hunter, you deserved it you asshole."

There's no room for argument, and even Hunter's not dumb enough to try. So, instead of making things extremely awkward, Quinn nudges Rory to take a step forward in front of the group as she raises a little electronic looking fob towards the projection screen that's lowered towards the front of the room. There's a flicker of light from the projection machine before a blurry image appears before everyone.

Rory begins speaking as the image comes into focus, "Um, because of the Intel brought back from Santana, Mike and Puck the other night, and the continued Intel we are receiving from our man on the inside Jake, we now know that Jesse St. James is not only planning one of the biggest and highest paying underground races this side of the States has seen, he's also got another highly secretive but suspected enormous payout job he's planning on the side."

Brittany glances to her friends and fellow crew people around the room. It's very odd to her that such an illegal group of car thieves and racers are standing around a room discussing an 'operation' like some part of elite police force. She glances towards Santana and notices the woman is staring at her with an amused look and a raised eyebrow. Brittany simply smirks back and shrugs.

"Rory, besides the obvious stuff, do we have any further detailed information on Jesse or the way he works?" Brittany interrupts her electronics guy, noticing Rory releasing a giant sigh of relief at the interruption. She pauses for a second with a quirked eyebrow before Quinn is quick to interject with her thoughts, not much to Brittany's surprise at all.

"We haven't been able to physically speak with Jake, and his options for getting in touch with us are limited. But he has informed us that Jesse is very interested in keeping Santana close to his side, whether as arm candy or for something else, we kn-"

"Jesse can go fuck himself if he thinks he's putting his hands on Santana for any damn reason." Brittany suddenly interposes her very fierce opinion, much too the shock of everyone else, including Santana whom stands at Brittany's side looking at her wide eyed and in wonder.

A knowing smirk, however, covers Quinn's features, "I think Brittany," she starts to say, raising her eyebrow just enough for affect and to fully gather her friend's attention, "That Jesse simply wants Santana for her racing skills."

Brittany's nostrils flare a little as she tries to quell the rage that has bubbled to the surface of her skin at the mere thought of Jesse trying anything with Santana.

Not on her fucking life is that going to happen.

She's about to rage a little more when the sensitive feeling of a soft fingertips trailing over the inside of her wrist that hangs closest to Santana's side rapidly calms Brittany down. She glances to her side and watches just the faintest of responses flicker in Santana's eyes before the woman is taking a step forward, the exact moment her fingers trail down Brittany's palm and slide through the gaps in her own hand to subtly interlock their hands.

"I think Quinn has a point," Santana begins to say, clearly addressing the rest of the room, "The hour I spent with Jesse's underground crew is enough warning to all of us that the guy has some serious things going on and he's not afraid to execute any power or force needed to make what he wants to happen a possibility."

There are nods and murmurs from the room, and Brittany feels like laying down her side of things when she feels Santana squeeze her fingers in reassurance.

"Since Jesse wants me on his side, I'll infiltrate his crew for long enough to get enough Intel and dirt on him for us to take him down. Hopefully by the time he plans on completing his Über race."

Even though the rest of the crew is quick to agree to Santana's terms, Brittany can't help but feel a little cheated at not even getting to share her opinion on Santana going in on this whole thing. Not to say Brittany doesn't think Santana can't handle it, but more or less she's worried about what might happen to Santana if she gets in too deep in Jesse's gang. Every sign they've seen about the guy (see: Brittany's time in his presence the other night) points to him being a very dangerous and cutthroat guy.

Brittany doesn't like the thought of Santana being anywhere in the middle of that.

As the rest of the team disperses, with each of their general acknowledgements of the 'plan', Brittany tugs on Santana's hand to hold her back. When the other woman is facing her with a curious look on her face, Brittany takes a deep breath and tries to get the words right in her head before she speaks.

"I don't like that you're going in there alone."

Santana's forehead crinkles in confusion before it smoothes out in understanding. She takes a step towards Brittany with a knowing smile on her face. Reaching up she cups Brittany's cheek in her hand and strokes her thumb across the skin.

"Are you trying to say you care about me and you're worried I'll get hurt?" Santana inquires, even though she's already fairly certain about the answer. Brittany scoffs and averts her eyes down and to the right, signaling she definitely feels a lot more about the whole thing than she's letting on.

"Britt…" Santana murmurs, stepping forward. She's thoroughly confused as to why Brittany is suddenly acting so distant and withdrawn from her, while at the same time becoming increasingly nervous about why she would be doing that. As hot as their back and forth banter has been, Santana also thought that they'd at least reached some kind of common ground concerning the way they actually feel about each other.

Or at least, Santana had thought they did.

Brittany shakes her head and takes a step back from Santana's advance towards her, coughing a little.

"Just remember it's going to be dangerous there," She starts to say, but won't meet Santana's eyes. One of her hands comes up to rub at the back of her neck, blue eyes still working exceptionally hard at avoiding brown, "You should go and catch up with Jesse before he starts really wondering where you are." She tells Santana, who tries very hard not to let Brittany's suddenly closed up attitude get to her.

She clears her own throat and steps back from her advance, putting a little space between them and slowly releasing her hand from Brittany's.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you around?"

Brittany shrugs her shoulders almost inconspicuously. Santana's brow furrows as she regards Brittany's stiffer than normal posture. Until finally she just shrugs and with a heavy sigh, turns away from the woman. The pain that clenches in her chest does not go unnoticed by Santana.

She only gets about two steps away before Brittany is calling out behind her.

"Santana! Wait!"

Santana feels Brittany's long and slender fingers wrap delicately around her wrist and tug just enough to encourage the momentum for Santana to turn back around and face her. Without even having to say anything, Santana can see the inner struggle that flashes across Brittany's eyes. The one that says she's earnestly trying to say something but she's not sure how to go about it. Santana smiles at Brittany's efforts, and before the other woman has the chance to process any of her thoughts into words, Brittany is being pulled into an ardent lip lock and quickly melting into Santana's body.

When she has the consciousness to stop being such a pile of jumbled mush, Brittany stands up straight and wraps her arms around Santana's waist, promptly pulling their bodies closer until their hips are perfectly aligned and their breasts brush together. Santana's mouth parts on a moan at the feeling and Brittany swallows it with her tongue as she slips into Santana's mouth.

Brittany eases Santana into a slow kiss as her tongue massages Santana's and their lips smack and slide together. When the need for air becomes apparent, Brittany releases Santana's mouth and disconnects their lips. She pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against Santana's, as they both pant heavily between each other.

Licking her lips, Brittany's eyes flicker open to be met with that same beautiful brown she can no longer deny she's not falling harder and faster for every time she looks into them.

She swallows, and in a whisper against Santana's lips, tells her "Just, you know, be careful."

A smile spreads across those lips so kissable it should be illegal as Santana stretches them out to press just barely into the corner of Brittany's mouth.

"You too Britt."

Yay for plot advancement! You will soon enough be seeing a lot more action. Thanks again to everyone who took the time to leave a review on that last chapter! I'm glad you all liked it (and a side note: 16 reviews until we reach 200? How AWESOME are you all! (freaking, that's how)). Look forward to another update on Friday, I'll keep you all posted on my tumblr if things change. Thanks y'all!