Warning: Sexy times
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Chapter 22: Race Right Into Your Heart
"We're leaving in less than five minutes, everyone better have their shit together or I'm leaving you behind!" Brittany shouts to her crew, one foot already out the door. She seems to have a second thought, "Actually I don't mind leaving most of you behind. Just don't get in my way." She calls back.
Mike and Joe reach her side, suited up in their boosting gear. Rory makes his appearance next to them a moment later followed by Puck, Cooper and David.
Brittany's forehead furrows, "Where they hell is Quinn?"
"Here!" The blonde in question comes rushing out from the offices part of the building. Brittany frowns at her friend since it's not very much like her to be so far behind. Things get a little more suspicious when Holly and Sugar come walking in from the same direction as Quinn just did.
"Hey sugar plum!" Holly's too cheerful voice, as opposed to her normally cheerful voice, trip warning bells in Brittany's head. But before she can address the situation Rory's phone rings and everyone turns to him to listen to his side of the conversation, knowing that Jake is on the other end.
When the Irish boy hangs up he nods towards his boss, "Jake says the game is on," He starts, his face looking paler by the second and he contemplates just how he's going to tell his boss the next part.
"Oh for fucks sake Rory spit it out!"
"It's just, he's given confirmation on t-the c-car Jesse wants you to steal," Rory stutters out, now on the brink of passing out. Blue eyes look at him expectantly. He swallows and wipes at his brow, mustering up all the courage he has.
"You're not gonna like what it is."
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"Are you sure you're going to be okay boss?" Mike asks, acting driver of one of the two groups that are heading out.
The intention is that Joe, Cooper and Puck with the help of David and Rory will attempt to steal other cars in vicinities far away from Brittany, Quinn, and Mike's intended target as a sort of distraction. That way Brittany can have an allotted amount of time to successfully boost the car and get it away from the scene before the cops even know what's happening.
"I'll be fine Mike, although I do wish that there wasn't so much damn secrecy in my own crew."
Quinn narrows her eyes at Brittany's comment, knowing precisely what the woman is referring to. Brittany made it a point to snap at Holly, and kindly tell Sugar, that neither of them we going with as Holly was under Lauren's watch because she was acting sketchy and Brittany didn't want Sugar to get hurt. She hadn't spoken to Quinn directly since then.
"Look Brittany you may think that we're hiding secrets but it's not like that." Quinn tries to explain, though remains, as always incredibly vague about it.
Brittany scoffs, "Oh yeah? Then what the hell is it like. Please, do enlighten me."
An exasperated sigh reaches Brittany's ears from the back seat Quinn's explanation sure to follow when the static of the radio breaks through the tension and Puck's voice greets them.
"Crew Los Gatos are in place."
A laugh pops from Mike's mouth at the chosen 'crew' name for David, Cooper and Puck's group and even Quinn can't help but giggle as well as she hears what must be David's muffled voice telling Puck in Spanish that those words were not the ones he told Puck to say.
Brittany groans and rubs her temples. She swears she deals with infants sometimes.
"Good, whatever," Brittany speaks through the walkie and then shakes her head, "And that's a horrible name."
Puck isn't able to reply as Rory's voice comes over the walkie next, "Uh Joe and I are in position as well boss."
"Thank God you didn't give yourself a ridiculous nickname. Alright, everyone on alert, we should be at the car in," Brittany starts to say and turns to Mike who is also navigating by GPS, he holds up three fingers, "Less than three minutes. Let's not fuck this up now, you hear. Over."
They drive in silence for a few seconds before Brittany hears Quinn take a deep breath as if intending to speak again. She turns from the front seat and looks at her friend.
"When you speak to me next, you'd better have a damn good explanation for things because I'm sick of your shit Quinn. Don't mess this up."
Quinn snaps her mouth shut and though reluctant, realizes the need to acquiesce and gives her boss a stiff nod.
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After Brittany watches Mike relocate his own car down the road, she turns back to face the car that's she's expected to steal. Her eyes narrow at Jesse's choice, it's almost like he knew this car was typically a pain in her ass. Although the last time she boosted one, it did provide some pretty close contact with a particular sexy Latina.
Brittany catches a flash of black in the corner of her eye. It takes her a moment before she recognizes what it could be, and then a smile stretches across her lips.
Well, speak of the devil.
Intent on not deviating from her plan unless she absolutely has to, Brittany stealthily makes her way over to the, this time, candy apple red car and pulls out her boosting tools. With one glance over her shoulder and a quick scan around the perimeter, Brittany makes direct eye contact with the car.
"Lovely Cayman, we meet again." She speaks aloud to the car, and hears a ruffle come from the bushes on the other side followed by a very raspy voice. Like if sex had a sound (besides the obvious sounds) it would be this voice.
"I seem to remember this not going so much in your favor last time. What makes you think things will be any different this time around?"
Brittany merely flashes her award winning I own the world smirk as her eyes fall on the leather clad Santana that stands on the other side of the car, "Well that was before and this is now. The Cayman's not my unicorn anymore so I'm not at all worried." She tells her, momentarily putting her tools in her back pocket to walk around to Santana and reach her hands out to place on the woman's hips and pull her closer.
Santana doesn't even get another word in before Brittany is fusing their mouths together. She moans into the taller woman's mouth as her hands cup Brittany's neck and she leans further into the woman to deepen the kiss, feeling Brittany smile against her lips.
With a fleeting, and teasing, flick of her tongue against Santana's top lip, Brittany pulls back as a huge grin pulls across her face, "I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon." She whispers, leaning down to peck Santana's lips again. The smaller woman snuggles into Brittany's chest, allowing her to be wrapped up in long, strong arms.
She sighs, "Jesse figured he'd give you some competition and keep you honest by sending a few of his own guys out. I might have had Jake threaten Rory to get your exact whereabouts." Santana admits causing Brittany to chuckle.
"Keep me honest?" She jokes, and then leans back to look at Santana with a smug smirk, "And you're supposed to be my competition."
The other woman gasps as if appalled and playfully smacks Brittany on the shoulder, "Excuse you, but I seem to remember that it was most of my efforts that allowed you to boost this car last time."
Brittany's smirk never falters, "Ah, but who's to say that I ever actually needed your help? I did, after all, get you in my lap that night."
Santana's jaw drops at this and she waits a moment before her tiny fists of fury start flying against Brittany's chest. This just naturally draws more laughs from Brittany, because she suspects that if Santana really wanted to she could hurt her but she knows the woman's not even trying. She allows the blows for a few seconds before her fingers wrap securely around Santana's wrists and she maneuvers them to rest on her hips while she grasps at the lapels of Santana's leather jacket.
Suddenly there's a decal on Santana's undershirt that catches Brittany's attention and she pulls the jacket open wider to expose more of the shirt, a laugh popping from her lips followed by a smile.
"Is that for real?"
"What do you mean is it for real? I'm wearing it aren't I?"
Brittany chuckles again and reaches up to trace the large S shape on Santana's chest. Blue eyes flick up to brown, mischief dancing in their depths.
"I didn't have you pegged as a DC girl."
One of Santana's eyebrows arches to her hairline, "Who said I was? It's just a shirt with a giant S on it, my name starts with an S."
The taller woman doesn't appear to be convinced. She takes a further step back and brings her index finger to her lips where she taps lightly as if in thought. Her head tilts to the left and then to the right, a deliberating expression passing over her features. Finally she seems to come to a conclusion.
"Nope, you're totally into superheros and you can't tell me otherwise."
Santana begins to protest but Brittany pulls her close again and shuts her up with a kiss to the lips, "It's alright Santana, I never said I had a problem with it."
The smaller girl relents, sinking back into Brittany's embrace and sighing, "I really like the blue too, and the sleeves have little rhinestones on them. Plus, it goes well with my outfit, sets it apart a little."
Brittany nods her head in agreement, "Of course it does. Seeing as how you're wearing black leather, again." She leans back once more and takes another glance up and down Santana's body, "Do you own anything that isn't leather?" She teases and Santana's eyebrows waggle suggestively.
It takes a moment for Brittany to catch on and then she laughs, "Well I guess that's something I can figure out on my own." She says with a wink, "In the meantime, I'm just going to admire you in that shirt and outfit combo. It's surprisingly sexy."
"Of course it is. It's Superman and black leather that's really flexible. Besides, I make this look good."
"Oh there's no denying that, and flexible huh?" Brittany's inquiry retains a certain alluring edge as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down on it lightly, her eyes lighting up with the way they shamelessly admire the woman before her. "I'd like to see how flexible I could g-"
"Hey Pierce are we doing this or what? We've been in position for ten minutes already." Puck's voice suddenly screeches over the walkie attached to Brittany's side. Santana's eyes expand in recognition of the voice.
"Is that Puck?"
Brittany nods and lifts the device to her lips, "Jesus Puck, easy on the volume next time. I'm in position and Operation Distraction is a go. Over."
"Wait you still think that you're going to be the one to steal this car?" Santana asks incredulous as Brittany reattaches the walkie to her side and walks back towards the driver's side door, Santana on her heels.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because Jesse needs to think I'm at least partially competent enough to steal a car, which you know I am, unless of course I'm going against my own damn crew."
Brittany looks over her shoulder at Santana before she drops to her stomach on the ground and reaches under the car, feeling out the box she knows contains the circuit system for the surveillance/alarm trigger for the Porsche.
She finds it with an 'Ah ha!" and flicks it open lightly poking around for the particular piece she's looking for, when she finds it she shifts around and grabs her wire cutters, turning on her back and reaching under the car with her other hand simultaneously clipping the wire she needs to and pressing down on the emergency button to disable the alarm.
When nothing sounds she considers it a success and stands back up, reaching out and gripping the door handle and tentatively opening it.
Brittany does an internal happy dance when the door opens without incident and looks back over her shoulder at Santana who is still standing there expectantly with her arms folded across her chest. Brittany cracks a smile.
"Aww babe, come on. You want me to win don't you, that way I get accepted by Jesse and all."
"No I want you to fight for it and let me drive off with the car, I'll tell him how close you were to getting it and how worthy you are and we'll both be successful."
A fair eyebrow quirks in disbelief, "Seriously? You want me to just let you win this round."
"It's what a fair person would do."
"Who said anything, ever, about me being fair?"
Santana practically stomps her foot, "Ugh you're like the worst person ever!"
A chuckle leaves Brittany's lips as she slips into the car, "Please, you know I'm like the best girlfriend ever."
She doesn't immediately register what has fallen out of her mouth, completely unintentional. Yeah sure she was thinking about asking Santana to maybe, eventually, probably sometime down the road or after a sweaty sex session be her girlfriend. But just letting it tumble from her mouth out of fucking no where?
Great fucking A. She may have blown all her chances now.
Brittany is paralyzed with fear, and out of her peripherals she can see Santana is frozen in a similar position. She swallows thickly and manages to turn her eyes towards the woman.
"Um…" Is all she gets out.
"Did you just ask me to be your girlfriend by basically implying you already were?"
Brittany unintentionally winces at how lame it sounds when it comes out of Santana's mouth. She swallows thickly, "Well you see I kind of might have been thinking about it and…you know you can totally forget about it," Brittany sees Santana's face minutely fall, she quickly turns so her feet rest outside of the car, "Or don't because I mean if you're game?"
Shit, Brittany feels really lame right now.
Luckily, Santana is just all full of surprises as she kneels down to Brittany's level, her hands rest on Brittany's jean covered thighs.
"No, I mean yes, I'm game it's just..." Santana says quickly and trails off a little, trying to dispel any fear that Brittany's brain is no doubt conjuring up with her lack of answer but at the same time trying to properly formulate her own response, "It's just I'm kind of new to this whole thing."
Brittany's head tilts to the side, curious, "What dating?"
"Dating girls, yeah."
Oh, well that would kind of explain some things…except that it really wouldn't.
"Could have fooled me." Brittany says with a shrug of her shoulders and the carefree quirk of the corner of her lip. Santana rolls her eyes, desperately fighting the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment that's rapidly spreading through her body (and appearing evident on her cheeks despite her tan complexion).
"I didn't say I was new to girls," Santana emphasizes the word and Brittany sucks her lips into her mouth, "I've just never had the particular opportunity to date them."
Brittany bobs her head, "Good to know."
Santana shuffles around a bit in front of Brittany, clearly wishing to elaborate more. Brittany tilts her head in questions and cocks an eyebrow. Santana rolls her eyes at her hesitation.
"It's just I've never really found anyone that I even considered having more than just a fling with. I told you there were things about me you didn't know."
Brittany shrugs, trying to brush off that sense of sadness that quickly seems to be creeping up on her. Not to mention the numerous abundance of questions that suddenly crop up.
"When you say anyone, do you really mean anyone?"
Santana arches an eyebrow, "Are you asking me if I play for both teams?"
Brittany makes no sign of acknowledgement, but the silence that's coming of her palpitates in the direction of positive for that particular question.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Brittany scoffs, "I'm positively certain that I have already established my stance on things. I'm definitely all about the lady lovin'."
"Well then that makes two of us."
Brittany can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips, she flits her eyes over Santana, "So you're in love with ladies but you've never been in love with a lady?"
"I didn't say that, I just said I don't really do relationships."
For some reason that particular statement burns something in Brittany's gut. She'll be the first to admit that relationships are not her forte, but she's at least given them a shot once or twice. The fact they didn't work out was just a minor inconvenience. But now, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't just a tad disappointed in the direction this conversation has gone, and that makes absolutely no fucking sense to her because normally she wouldn't give a crap, casual things are easier anyway.
Then again, casual things really only work if both parties are, well, casual about the whole thing. If Brittany's revelations to Quinn not so long ago are any indication about things, Brittany would have to be an idiot to claim she wants something just casual with Santana.
When the hell did she turn into such an idealist?
She turns back to situate herself in the car, her arm hanging limply at her side as depressing thoughts of failure fill her mind. Brittany's interrupted from her thoughts when Santana reaches out and places a hand tentatively on her forearm, her fingers carefully caressing the tattoo that lingers just under the skin.
"But," Santana begins to say, "If say, a really hot blonde with gorgeous blue eyes happened to be interested in me, I'd probably be less inclined to say 'No' to her."
Blue eyes snap back to brown and Brittany regards the playful smile that adorns Santana's lips. She's helpless to dismiss the return smile that now stretches fully across her face.
"Oh?"
Santana nods and Brittany chuckles again, this time rolling her own eyes in a playful good-natured manner.
"So all this time, all I had to do was ask?"
Before Brittany understands what's happening, Santana is climbing into the car and straddling her lap, her hands wrap around a pale neck and a soft smile is presented on her lips. Those same lips split open to reveal pearly white teeth and she shrugs her shoulder in a nonchalant fashion.
"I told you so, it was as simple as th-"
Santana's words are silenced when Brittany leans in and captures her lips. Santana willing returns the kiss, leaning in further and deepening it as much as possible from her position. She feels long fingers glide into her hair and blunt nails scratch against the base of her scalp, as Brittany's tongue swipes across Santana's bottom lip and dips into her mouth pulling a moan from somewhere deep in her throat.
It's not like they haven't kissed before, but right now? It kind of feels like everything's been intensified. Like they were hooked up to an electric breaker and someone flipped a switch.
The kiss deepens, intensifies, but Brittany remembers they still do have a job to do and with great reluctance she pulls back and looks to Santana for understanding. A soft peck from the other woman is all Brittany needs to know that everything is cool and they can now proceed with their original plan.
Santana speaks up first, "So what exactly are you proposing we do about all of this?"
Brittany smiles that mischievous this can only bring nothing but really really bad, even though it's wickedly good, stuff smile.
"Well girlfriend," She begins, loving the way the foreign word actually sounds really good rolling off her tongue, "I'd say that we take this car back to the shop and maybe get reacquainted with each other."
Santana quirks an eyebrow, already steadily falling into Brittany's charming ploy, even if she'd deny it until her face turned blue. "Oh?" She inquires, her own light-hearted flirting nature present and accounted for.
Leaning in that much closer to Santana so that she can wrap her arms around a slim waist and pull their bodies flush together at every possible surface, Brittany gives a coy nod and stretches up to brush her lips across the ledge of Santana's jaw, "Mmmhmmm," She hums into the skin before her lips trail a path up to the shell of Santana's ear where she nibbles on the cartilage a bit and catches the hitch of the other woman's breath.
"After all," Brittany husks her breath moist and hot against Santana's flesh as she draws the word out, "I think it's about time we made up for some things, and by make up I do in fact mean have sex."
Santana shivers in Brittany's arms as the words light a fire in her veins. Her fingers grip more desperately at the nape of Brittany's neck as her eyes close in heightened excitement. Her mouth falls to the crook of Brittany's neck where she places a chaste kiss before nodding into the skin.
"That might be the best damn plan I've ever heard."
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Not only was the Cayman laughably easy to steal this time around, it also proved to be that much more entertaining as well. Brittany had called the rest of the crew in for an impromptu race back to the 'base' area, and with Santana by her side, and newly minted as her official girlfriend, Brittany was damn near unstoppable.
Twice she cut Mike off as she shot out of back alleys and side streets, earning a glare from Quinn in the passenger seat that just made Brittany laugh that much more. Naturally when she pulled onto the asphalt just outside the shop, she had enough time to calmly step from the car, with Santana by her side, and perch herself triumphantly on the hood, minutes before Mike, Puck and Joe, and their respective passengers made their appearance.
As each crew driver passed Brittany with a grunt they slapped the customary fifty bucks into their bosses hand for loosing the race. She smiled wider when Santana chastised Puck to pay up as well for not even coming in second. And just like that, Brittany was 150 bucks richer.
Easiest cash money ever.
When the group finally disperses after Brittany informs them of their tomorrow meeting, and specifically glares at Quinn in indication they are certainly going to talk (but definitely not tonight), and she and Santana come to a conclusion on how to approach the Cayman and Jesse topic, Brittany looks at Santana with a lopsided smirk.
"Would you care to join me at my place?"
Santana flashes her own smirk, but isn't awarded time to reply before Brittany is scooping her up in her arms and the smaller woman is letting out a tiny shriek and wrapping her legs around Brittany's waist.
Carrying Santana all the way to her door is not a problem for Brittany, and even though she stumbles slightly as she walks them through the door, possibly because their lips are fused together and her eyes are closed, things are going a-okay. That is until Brittany touches a certain part of Santana's lower back as she shifts her hands around for a better grip and Santana pulls her lips away almost instantly as she releases a pained hiss.
Eyes wide, Brittany freezes, "Shit! I'm so sorry. Are you okay? What I'd do?" She rushes out, scared she's ruined the mood but panicked more than anything that she's hurt Santana. A frown covers full lips but Santana still leans down and pecks Brittany's lips softly with a shake of her head.
"It's nothing you did, I guess I'm still sorer than I thought from that bike crash." Santana admits and Brittany helps her lower herself to the ground, but remains lightly gripping onto her hips, a worried expression crossing her face.
"You told me you didn't get hurt."
Santana nods, "I didn't, I mean I wasn't going that fast and the fall was hardly a fall but it was like a residual thing you know? Yesterday I realized I had a small bruise on my back and then it just kind of progressed into a larger one. It doesn't hurt per se, except for when it's touched, I guess." She admits, frowning more at the thought.
Brittany takes a step towards Santana and bends slightly, tucking her right arm at the back of Santana's knees and her left arm at her shoulder, and in one quick motion she sweeps Santana into her arms.
"Is this okay?" She asks softly, and Santana stares up at her in awe but manages a nod. Walking over to her bed carrying Santana in her arms, Brittany lays the woman gently on her bed so her head rests on the pillows and leans over her, bracketing her body by placing an arm on each side of her.
After pressing a light kiss to Santana's forehead, Brittany gazes down into brown eyes, "Just let me take care of you okay?" There's absolutely no sign of opposition from Santana and Brittany begins to effortlessly remove every inch of the woman's clothes, making it more like a sacred art than anything else.
She eases Santana into a sitting position and dips her hands under the material of her leather jacket as she leans in and presses their lips together. Brittany's fingers flit over Santana's shoulders, slowly shrugging the heavy jacket from the woman's body as her head tilts and she sucks Santana's top lip between her own. With the jacket shrugged off, Brittany's fingers glide down Santana's torso and stop at the waistband of her tight leather pants.
Deftly popping the button, the sound of the teeth snapping apart centimeter by centimeter can be heard just as Brittany pushes her tongue into Santana's mouth. Her hands slip under the leather material and work their way around to the curve of Santana's ass, earning a moan as Santana shifts forward slightly to allow better access, but then Brittany is peeling the garment from Santana's body. Their lips never part, but simply shift forward and backwards, side to side as Brittany finally gets the ridiculously tight pants off Santana.
Her hands return to the hem of Santana's top and tug upwards, peeling that away from warmed tan skin in one fluid motion, their lips only breaking for a second to allow it, and then Brittany's hands are on the clasp of Santana's bra, unclipping it and sliding it down her arms to toss to the side with the other clothes. Brittany's left hand falls to Santana's waist and pushes lightly, encouraging the woman to lie back down. Santana is quick to do so.
Brittany's lips break from the kiss with a wet pop, "I'm going to take a second to remove my own clothes, alright?" She asks as she slips off the bed and moves to stand at the foot of it.
Santana answers with a nod, their eyes never disconnecting. Brittany smiles in return and reaches down to grip at the hem of her shirt, quickly pulling it off her body and tossing it aside before fumbling with the button on her pants and tugging those down until they fall to the ground and she steps out of them. She watches as Santana's pupils dilate as they focus on Brittany's bra and boy shorts covered body, admiring every inch of that tasteful looking smooth milky white skin, hard lines of sculpted and flexing muscles, and delicate feminine curves.
Santana's eyes flicker back up to Brittany's noticing how the blue of her eyes have significantly darkened as well while Brittany herself admires the dips and curves of Santana's lusciously bronzed skin, full breasts, and incredibly inviting softness. She takes a step back towards the bed and crawls onto it where Santana's feet rest. Her advancement is thorough and determined, but playfully enticing and mischievously calculated.
When she's hovered precisely over Santana's body, their eyes shift slightly to lock again and Brittany smiles as she lowers her body on top of the smaller woman's and draws their lips together. Moans are released, from both women, as their bodies brush together, covered centers heated even through the fabric, the unique feeling of lace fabric brushing against bare skin where Santana's chest is naked but Brittany remains in her bra.
It takes only a moment for Santana to remedy that, as her tongue slips past Brittany's lips and her fingers tickle down the woman's spine until they come in contact with the clasp of Brittany's dark blue bra. Santana admires everything about the moment. The way Brittany's heart is hammering audibly against her chest, the soft yet rough at the same time feel of Brittany's tongue against her own, the way their legs have tangled together subconsciously at the bottom of the bed.
She pulls the back of the bra apart and Santana's fingers slip under the straps covering Brittany's shoulders, sliding them down in time with the kiss they're both still caught up in. When the bra is free, Santana's hands glide down and cup Brittany's perky breasts, smiling at the way they fit perfectly in her hands, and as a moan is drawn from Brittany's throat the taller woman seems to remember why she got Santana on the bed in the first place (well, perceptibly the main part is obvious, but it's not the only reason.)
Brittany reluctantly pulls back from the kiss, with protest from Santana, and pushes up to create a small distance between them so as to not be tempted. Santana pouts and Brittany laughs.
"None of that beautiful, I had planned on taking care of you and you went along and got me sufficiently distracted."
A coy smile tugs at the corner of Santana's mouth as she shrugs, "Well, I was having fun."
"Trust me, you'll be having a lot more fun in just a few seconds." Brittany husks as she sits fully up and straddles Santana's stomach. Brown eyes flicker down to Brittany's chest to marvel at the way her breasts bounce lightly with the action. Brittany rolls her eyes, still grinning nonetheless and tilts down a bit to re-obtain Santana's attention.
"Can you turn over for me gorgeous?"
Santana's eyes spark with curiosity and mild apprehension, but the aroused tingle that's flowing through her entire body simply at Brittany's presence is enough to get her to acquiesce. As Brittany shifts up higher on her knees, Santana makes the effort to turn around so that the side of her face is squished into the pillow and her stomach rests against the smooth fabric of Brittany's duvet.
A moan slips from her lips when she feels Brittany shift back slightly and lower herself back onto her legs, so she's effectively straddling Santana just below her ass. Brittany's fingers reach out and tenderly ghost over the skin of Santana's back, from her shoulders, over her neck, down her spine, touching each back dimple, before angling off to the side and brushing across her hips. Then Brittany flattens her palms against the skin and skims back up Santana's sides. She brushes over Santana's ribs and just the side swells of her breasts before moving them back up to her shoulders where they pause.
At this point Santana's eyes have long since closed in blissfulness, but as she waits for Brittany's delicate but sure fingers to find more of her skin, she suddenly realizes that she doesn't feel anything. Her eyes pop open just in time to watch Brittany lowering her face to her back where her lips press into Santana's skin, instantly turning it into fire wherever she touches her.
Without lifting from the skin at any point, Brittany traces a similar path over Santana's body with her lips as her hands rub softly up and down her sides. She reaches the bruise that's visible at the small of Santana's back, just a little towards the right, and takes a big gulp of air before slowly blowing it out of her mouth through barely parted lips. Judging by the way Santana's skin sprouts goose flesh, and the muscles in her back flex, Brittany knows she's doing something right.
The tips of her fingers ghost softly down Santana's skin until they rest on her hips and her thumbs stroke circles at the little indents on the tan back. Brittany hears Santana sigh as she lowers her lips to the discolored and sore skin and presses gentle butterfly kisses across the area. She notices the subtle shift of Santana's hips as they press slightly into the mattress, and Brittany can feel the way Santana's skin is hot with desire. Brittany's own body is practically buzzing with want and need.
With a tender kiss placed to the center of the bruise and a few scattered kisses up Santana's spine, Brittany places one final kiss to the nape of Santana's neck before she lowers her lips to the woman's ear.
"You can turn back over now."
Santana shifts almost instantly, causing Brittany to chuckle softly as she sits up just enough for the woman to fully turn around onto her back below her. Brittany's heart flips at the way Santana looks so absolutely at peace and ease, her eyes hooded, a lazy smile stretched across her mouth.
She settles her body back down on top of Santana, "Is this okay?" She asks and with a confirmation nod from the woman below her, Brittany brings their lips back together.
This time her hands pay rapt attention to every inch of skin, every curve, every dip, every slope of the front of Santana's body. Smoothing across her collarbone, down her arms, over her abs, until she reaches the curve of Santana's gloriously full breasts, and easily cupping the mounds in her hands. Santana bites Brittany's lip at the contact and a moan vibrates through her mouth.
Brittany's lips pull away only to join her dancing, tracing, teasing fingers. Her tongue pokes out and traces the swell of Santana's breast, swirling around the nipple until she takes it in her mouth and sucks until the nub hardens and peaks, before she releases it with a wet pop and lavishes the other one with the same attention and care.
Santana's body arches into her mouth, a moan falling breathless from her lips, her hands tangle in messy blonde locks and tug incessantly, trying to pull Brittany closer, hold her mouth in place, but Brittany has many many other plans for Santana and as soon as both breasts and both nipples have been given adequate attention, she trails her kisses sloppily down Santana's stomach. Pressing a kiss to each line that carves out an ab, she scrapes her teeth over Santana's more pronounced hipbones before dipping her nose into the woman's navel while pressing kisses into the smooth soft skin just below it.
Brittany's eyes gaze back up the length of Santana's body and lock with a brown so dark she could swear it was black. Santana's bottom lip it pulled desperately between her teeth, her hands are still running loosely through Brittany's hair, keeping the locks out of her face and their eye contact unbroken. While still looking into Santana's eyes, Brittany's tongue pokes out between her lips and runs the length of smooth skin just above where she knows Santana aches for her most.
A whimper, though barely audible, makes it's way from between Santana's lips and her body involuntarily rolls with need. Brittany's hand snakes back up a tan body to grope one of Santana's breasts, pinching a stiff nipple between her fingers and tugging once before her hands shoot quickly back down to the waistband of Santana's thoroughly soaked through panties. Her heady scent invades Brittany's senses and sends shivers through her body. She makes eye contact again as she grips at the flimsy fabric meant to cover Santana's center and tugs it down the woman's body, watching in awe as tan hips rise off the bed in assistance.
A glistening center becomes exposed to Brittany's eyes, the scent surrounding her and drawing her in. She smiles, "God Santana, you really are absolutely stunning." Is whispered.
"Ugh Brittany…I need you." Santana feels no shame in begging. It brings a smile to Brittany's face again and she's happy to oblige.
When her mouth first makes contact with Santana's sex, the wetness she finds there draws a moan from her mouth that vibrates against Santana and causes the other woman to gasp. Brittany is quick to extend that pleasure as she slips her tongue through Santana's arousal and flicks it against the swollen nub at the top, causing Santana to jerk at the action. Brittany chuckles as her lips wrap around Santana's bundle of nerves and her hands press down on the woman's hips, anchoring her in place.
Brittany alternates swipes of her tongue over Santana and sucking the nub into her mouth, drawing both moans and attempted thrashing about from the Latina. When Santana legs start shaking next to Brittany's ears, she brings two fingers down to Santana's entrance and presses just the tips in.
"OH! Yes! Like that…oh!" Santana screams out at the feeling, practically trembling with want. She glances down at Brittany, her arousal spiking even higher at the sight of the blonde hair between her legs, one hand is fisting the bed covers beside her body, the other is tangled in that same hair to ensure Brittany doesn't leave her current position. Santana gasps.
"B-Brittany!" She cries out again as the woman flicks her tongue against her again, "Inside, I want you inside." She begs, the feeling of tension tugging at her from ever angle of her body.
Brittany is quick to grant Santana's wish, easily pressing both fingers inside of Santana's core, groaning at the way she feels Santana immediately squeeze around her digits. Santana sighs, or moans at this point Brittany can't really tell, in relief as Brittany pushes fully inside of her. That tongue and those lips still working expertly at her other button.
"Ugh baby you feel so incredible." Brittany murmurs as she takes a quick breath, slowly pulling her fingers out to the tips before sinking them back in and angling them upwards. With one final kiss to Santana's bundle of nerves, Brittany kisses a path back up Santana's body, her fingers never ceasing in their unpredictable pace of in and out thrusting, her angle changing every time she dips deeper into Santana.
When she reaches Santana's breasts, her teeth scrape against a hard nipple sucking lightly and earning a gasped moan. Finally when her lips reach Santana's they connect sloppily as Santana's hands come up to frame Brittany's face. She moans at one particular deep thrust, shaking below Brittany as long slender digits are curled and dragged across her inner wall. Brittany feels Santana clutch at her fingers, almost as if pulling them in more and she groans into the woman's mouth, her own arousal heightened by it all.
Only when Santana feels a sticky wetness against her thigh does she realize that Brittany has shifted her body over and is grinding down on her leg in search of release. The kiss breaks as Santana cries out again.
"God, fuck, Brittany. Oh right there!" She pulls Brittany closer as the tips of the blonde's fingers glide over that spot deep inside of her. Santana's hand is shaking with pleasure but she manages to move it down Brittany's stomach and slide it between her legs, her head dropping back at the wetness she feels. Brittany has to be as turned on as Santana is and she suspects they both won't last much longer.
Santana's fingers find their way through Brittany's folds and she circles the woman's hardened nub, earning a gasp and furious nod from Brittany, whose own thrusts falter momentarily at the touch. Gliding down a little more, Santana pushes her fingers into Brittany gasping as the other woman's hips jerk downwards and sink them in deeper. They start up a rocking rhythm. Brittany's eyes squeeze shut as she's quickly rocketed forward in her effort towards release until she's caught up with Santana.
"S-San." Brittany moans into Santana's shoulder where her forehead rests. She feels Santana's free hand cup her cheek and brush softly at the skin under her eye and when she opens them she's looking down into a face of absolute bliss. Santana rocks up into one of Brittany's thrusts just as she curls her fingers into the woman and she feels Santana's walls grip desperately around her as she reaches her climax.
Watching Santana fall apart beneath her and hearing a broken moan of "B-Brittany" along with the added stimulation of Santana's fingers she's been desperately riding, Brittany follows Santana into bliss a moment later.
Brittany's eyes pop open as a euphoric feeling engulfs her and all she can concentrate on is how she feels about the woman falling apart beneath her. Before her brain even catches up to her mouth, she lets the words that seem to have been on the tip of her tongue slip from her lips.
"I'm so in love with you."
She hears the words, but it sounds like some kind of echo or distorted version of her voice, only when Santana's eyes snap open and meet hers does Brittany realize that she did in fact say those words. There's heavy panting between their lips that rest a few inches apart. She can feel the way Santana's heart beats rapidly against her chest, to match a rhythm that Brittany's own heart has accelerated to.
She holds her breath because what feels like hours have passed and Santana still hasn't responded. Suddenly a warm palm cups her cheek again and Brittany sees a single tear escape one of Santana's eyes and travel down her cheek. The other woman tilts up with a smile across her lips.
One single sentence is murmured against her lips before they are captured in a kiss,
"I love you too."
If you're interested I will probably be posting Part one of a three-part story (involving Brittana love) on Monday. Hope to see you there too! Thanks again y'all.
Oh PS I know that Los Gatos basically means 'the cats' but that's what I was going for seeing as how it was Puck who said it.