Warning: Sexy times
Chapter 24: The Cryptic Wheels We Leave Behind
Santana wakes up in the morning to a feeling she's becoming quite accustomed to; Brittany pressed firmly into her back as her long slender arms wrap around Santana's waist and hold her close.
The previous night had ended up going quite well once Santana was in Brittany's arms, and Jesse's unpredictable rage was no longer something she worried about. After she'd told Brittany his challenge, Brittany had called Sugar in and told her to drive back to Santana's house in Santana's car until the morning, in case whoever was trailing Santana got suspicious of anything.
While Sugar did that, Brittany carried Santana to her condo and allowed her to rest for a few hours until she gathered the Pierce and Lopez crews together to go over the new situation for everything.
It was understood that Brittany would be the only one prepping for the poker challenge, but everyone else around the shop would still be expected to pull their own weight. Meaning, cars were still being boosted and turned around for a profit, but it was to be done discreetly, as Rory and David had captured police radio chatter that the police were keeping an even closer eye on the Pierce crew's running's.
After the group had dispersed for the evening, Brittany had returned to her condo and Santana, climbing into bed with the woman and pulling her close. It hadn't taken long for Santana to wake up and push Brittany onto her back, intent on showing the taller woman just how grateful she was to have her.
They traded positions through much of the night, and only collapsed onto the bed, and into each other, after complete exhaustion took over and they were able to peacefully slip into a happy slumber.
Which brings Santana back to right now, waking up in Brittany's arms in Brittany's bed in Brittany's house. The sweet smell of fresh breeze with undertones of motor oil and grease surrounding her senses as it wafts off of Brittany's skin. Santana takes a deep breath and snuggles in further to warm soft chest behind her, Brittany's pale breasts pushing further into her back. Santana sighs contently.
A few moments later, Brittany's fingers reach up and languidly stroke through Santana's tangled hair, and Santana shuffles around to face the blonde who she finds chuckling softly.
"Are you laughing at me?"
That just makes Brittany chuckle more, the force of her vibrating laughs causing her chest to shake Santana's body even as she drops her cheek to Brittany's bare chest. Plump lips turn into pale skin and press teasing kisses along the swell of the supple flesh. Brittany sucks in a sharp breath.
"Hell no baby, I'm just thinking about last night."
Santana giggles softly in return, her own body shivering involuntarily as memories flash through her mind.
"Hmm, it was a good night."
"It was a great night. I haven't been that flexible since…." Brittany trails off when Santana's eye glance up at her, one eyebrow arched in challenge for Brittany to actually finish that thought. Pale cheeks flush pink and Brittany quickly clears her throat, "I've never been that flexible."
A satisfied smirk crosses Santana's lips as she leans up to kiss the underside of Brittany's jaw, "Yeah? Me neither."
They fall back into content silence before a knocking on the door breaks their tranquility. Brittany sighs, glancing apologetically at Santana before sitting up slightly in the bed to shout towards the door.
"Who the hell is it and it better be good!"
There's no answer, which would normally irritate Brittany further but instead she shrugs her shoulders and returns to admiring the naked tan skin of Santana's body that is not being covered up unjustly by the sheets. Brittany furrows her eyebrows and smirks as she reaches out and draws the cotton material further down Santana's body until just the swells of her gloriously delectable full breasts are on display.
Santana's eyebrow is arched in interest as she watches Brittany lifts her poised lips to the skin just above the tan mounds on Santana's chest. An exploring pink tongue pokes out and glides across the smooth surface, tasting a mixture of sweet and salty and something so decidedly Santana the Brittany's heart shifts around in her chest at the discovery.
She lifts her head back up to taste Santana's lips and discovers another uniquely delicious taste, "Mmm, I like that." Brittany mumbles against Santana's lips as she shifts closer to the woman and her hand dips under the sheet to smooth around the curve of Santana's hip and settle on the curve between her back and toned ass. Everything is pretty perfect in Brittany's world, because there's nothing else for her to care about than the stunning beauty who's is laying naked on top of her.
And yet.
There's another pounding on the door, this one much more forceful and reverberating, the echo making a flutter spread through the walls nearest the door.
"Jesus," Brittany groans, "Who the fuck is it?!" She turns to yell towards the door again.
"Maybe you should just go check?" Santana suggests when again no answer is given. Brittany sighs but nods, she presses a kiss to Santana's lips before she slips out from under her and out of the bed. She glances over to find brown eyes regarding her in unabashed desire as Santana bites her lip. Brittany chuckles and reaches down to grab a few basic items of clothing to toss on her body.
"Better be careful, your face could stay that way if you stare to long." She jokes, sending a wink in Santana's direction before pulling on her jeans and lose tank top and padding over to the front door barefoot as she runs a hand through her somewhat of a mess golden locks.
Yanking the door open with a scowl on her face, Brittany utters out a "What?" Before she even focuses on what's laid out before her. When she does, her heart almost falters from the shock of it.
Santana, who has been watching Brittany from the bed, realizes the drastic change in posture that comes over her girlfriend as soon as she opens the door. From slouched and relaxed to terrified stiff, she shifts from the bed and pulls a pair of sleep shorts and a loose top on before tossing her hair up in a messy bun and walking over to join Brittany at the door.
"Brittany? What is it?" She asks in a quiet whisper so as to not startle the other woman as she steps up behind her and tentatively wraps her arms around Brittany's waist, feeling the taller woman relax minutely in her embrace. Santana tilts up on her tiptoes to examine whatever it is that has Brittany so entrapped.
Her forehead creases in confusion as all she sees is a set of keys hooked to a Spearmint Rhino keychain and laid out dubiously on the concrete walkway area directly in front of Brittany's condo.
"What are those?"
Brittany makes no commitment to reply. Instead, she takes a step forward, slipping out of Santana's grasp in the process, and scoops the keys up from the concrete. With a quick glance around the area Brittany backs up into the condo with a pained expression covering her face. She slams the door behind her and makes her way across the room and into the kitchen, leaving Santana standing confused and even more worried than she was before.
Santana rubs her hands against her arms in an attempt to dispel the eerie chill that's overcome them before she heads towards the kitchen after Brittany. If the woman needs her space, she'll give it to her, but she'd at least like a little hint about what's going on. Upon entering the kitchen area, she finds Brittany rummaging through the drawers that line the cabinets and counter, shuffling paper and other junk around in search of something specific.
She's about to ask Brittany if she can help with anything when her phone starts chiming back in the bedroom area. Santana swallows the question that was resting on the tip of her tongue and wanders towards Brittany's bed, noticing Jesse's name and number flashing across the screen of her phone. With a heavy sigh she answers it.
After a very brief, and almost completely one sided, conversation Santana hangs up with Jesse and lets her hand drop to her side with the phone still intact.
"What did he want?" Brittany's voice coming from behind her makes Santana jump a little bit. She turns around to find blue eyes reflecting a sense of frustration and aggravation, even though the emotions are not directed towards her.
"He was telling me where he wants you to meet him for the poker challenge."
Brittany nods before Santana finishes the sentence, having already had a thought about what St. James was going to say.
"Let me guess, the Spearmint Rhino?"
Santana's eyebrow knits in surprise but she nods, "Yeah…how did you-"
"Lucky guess." Brittany answers with a bitter laugh, running her hand through hair and shaking her head as she mumbles almost incoherently, "Bastard's trying to taunt me."
"How?" Santana asks, desperate to know about what's bothering Brittany so that she can possibly help. But Brittany remains silent, her jaw locked and her eyes glazed with anger.
Santana walks over to her and reaches out to grasp Brittany's hands in her own. She wraps them around her waist and steps into the taller woman, her hands coming up to frame a pale neck as she places a brief kiss to Brittany's clenched jaw line, relaxing her if only enough.
"Jesse's a manipulator, he was that way when Hector decided to work with him. Even though I told him Jesse was bad news and he was risking a lot, he still did it and then he got caught and the rest of the Libre Albedrío had to bail in order to escape retaliation from Jesse, and now here we are having to face him again regardless of the fact he doesn't even know who we are." Santana explains, feeling her own pulse pick up slightly as she reexamines just how dangerous of a situation they're all in, "The point is Brittany, whatever his plans, you still have your crew and you still have me and mine, and we're here to back you up no matter what. We're in this together to take Jesse St. James down once and for all."
A contemplative look flashes across Brittany's face and she takes a step back from Santana, "Maybe you're right, but there's still a lot of room for error. I need to go find Holly to see if she'll tell me anything." She starts to say as she completely removes herself from Santana's proximity as she changes the subject, "Do you have to meet up with him?" The question is bitter and laced with resentment.
Santana knows it's not completely directed at her but that doesn't make it any less hurtful, she folds her arms across her chest, "He wants me to be with his crew when he goes to the strip club, but either way let me remind you, Brittany, that this was partially your decision and plan too. I realize that you're angry and upset at some things, but I'm your girlfriend, not your psychiatrist out to get you so don't pull the cold treatment on me. Just remember that."
She allows her words to sink in for a few seconds before she grabs the things she'll need and turns towards the door. Flinging it open, Santana glances back over her shoulder.
"You can come find me when you're done with whatever it is you need to do, until then I'm going to take care of some of my own things." She calls out before she turns and exits Brittany's home, leaving a very pensive looking Brittany standing in the middle of her living room wondering what the hell just happened.
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Ten minutes later, after being not finding Holly or Quinn, and not getting any answers from her crew about their whereabouts, Brittany finds herself in her shop. The keychain and set of keys she was 'gifted' to her earlier is clutched in her hand as she sits in the seat of her Boss and thinks about things, particularly how she wasn't able to come fully clean with Santana about how she knew where the keychain is from.
But when things get tough, Brittany's known to do two things. One, become ridiculously stubborn and hard to handle, and two, hurtfully, and regretfully, lash out at those she loves, sometimes doing even more damage in the process.
Call it a product of her dysfunctional upbringing.
When you grow up with a mother who loathes the thought of you and a father too blinded by his own ambitions and wayward love to notice you, you start to become things that you never wanted to be. Throw in the abandonment of said mother, and untimely and unexpected death of said father, at a tender adolescent age in the mix of a dangerous lifestyle and you tend to get hard shelled individuals like Brittany, whose many layers of complexity are ridiculously hard to handle, even by the best of intentions people.
Still, Santana's driven right into Brittany's heart and she has yet to let go. In fact, Brittany finds that Santana not only come in and crashed through all of her walls, but she's easily taken off with the one thing that Brittany never thought she'd have enough of to give away. Her fucking heart, and all the love that she never thought possible to exist that rests within it.
And Brittany's an idiot for ever trying to dispel that undisputable fact for even a brief second by denying Santana the simple truth.
"Hey boss, mind if I join you?"
Brittany is surprised to find Sugar walk carefully into the garage space. The woman is still quite a mystery to Brittany, as well as most of the rest of the gang besides apparently Quinn. One second Sugar will be an egotistical spoilt daddy's girl and the next she'll be spouting knowledge like you wouldn't believe. She's a complete enigma, but she's still very much a part of Brittany's crew, and Brittany's always held a little bit of a soft spot for her.
"Sure Sugs, just don't touch anything." Brittany says as she exits the Boss and walks around to sit on the hood of the car. Sugar rolls her eyes but nods stepping over and jumping up onto the hood next to Brittany.
"So I know you're probably stressing out about this whole Jesse's crew thing but you should know we've all got your back, always." Brittany smiles her thanks to the rookie member of her crew, but it never reaches her eyes. At this point, Jesse and his crew are honestly the least of her worries.
"But that's not what's troubling you is it?" Sugar's astounding perception baffles Brittany once again as blue eyes flicker towards the smaller woman in curiosity and wonder. It takes a moment but Brittany finally shakes her head in the negative. Sugar just quirks an inquisitive eyebrow as if to say 'Well go on and elaborate'.
Brittany sighs, "I found these this morning, outside my door," She explains, holding the keychain up for Sugar to see. She can tell that the other woman has absolutely no clue what it means, hell Brittany's not even sure what exactly it means. "It's keys to a backroom at a strip club downtown."
Sugar's eyes go wide at this information, "But you're with Santana! Why would you go to a strip club?!" She immediately accuses. Brittany rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"I don't want to go to the strip club Sugar, it's where Jesse is choosing to host his lame poker 'challenge' thing that's supposed to finally get me in his crew when I kick his ass."
"Oh," Sugar responds, her head bobbing up and down a few times, "Well then what's the problem?"
It's not that she doesn't want to answer, it's just that Brittany knows she'll sound ridiculous when she does, but alas she needs to discuss it with someone and Sugar's the closest person she's got that could layer any kind of understanding on her issues.
Running a hand through her hair, Brittany starts to explain "I don't actually know," Well maybe she doesn't really explain so much as fumble through her sentences, "I guess…the Spearmint Rhino's where my mom worked." She finally gets the words out, and thankfully Sugar refrains from dramatic reactions, "And when I saw the keychain this morning I kind of zoned out of everything else, but mostly I excluded Santana from my thoughts and I couldn't even tell her the truth."
"So basically you reverted to 'doesn't give a shit' Brittany?"
Brittany's brow furrows, "When you put it that way, it sounds a lot worse."
"Look, boss, I know that your childhood wasn't as fortunate as mine," Brittany narrows her eyes at Sugar, insinuating she's pushing her limits, brown eyes roll in true Sugar Motta fashion, "Look I know, that's harsh but I don't mean it like that. I just mean, everyone in this crew knows you didn't have the best childhood, we don't judge you for it but we do realize that it changes your attitude and personality every once and a while."
That's actually…pretty accurate.
"The thing is, even though Santana hasn't been around you that long, she still kind of knows what's up with you. But she's got her own gigantic baggage issues too, which I'm sure you two have discussed, so she can deal but it still hurts a little when you're an abrasive bitch."
"Jesus Sugar, you're sounding a lot less sweet today."
"Whatever, you know I'm right," Brittany has no argument for that statement.
"What I'm trying to say is that Santana is one of those people in your life that comes around only once. You'll probably continue to be you towards her and she'll probably continue to surprise you because sometimes the people you least expect to have an impact on you do, and sometimes the people you didn't think could surprise, do so more than you could've imagined. I think it was Plato that once said something about Zeus splitting people in two so they'd have to search the Earth for their other halves, but when they found them everything would fall into place."
Brittany blinks a few times, she might have got lost in the speech a little. "Okay so what exactly are you saying about Santana?"
"Who said I was saying anything about Santana?"
"Whaaaa?"
"Ha just kidding, I was totally talking about Santana," Sugar says with a wink, and Brittany's starting to think that these 'people who you didn't think would surprise you, end up doing so more than you could have imagined' is a very decent description of the vibe Brittany's getting from Sugar.
"Look," Sugar speaks up again, "Do you truly love Santana?"
There's not even any hesitation before Brittany responds, "Yes, absolutely without a doubt."
"Would you die for her?"
"A thousand times over if it meant she'd be safe." Again, there's very little consideration.
Sugar nods, standing up and walking around to pose right in front of Brittany, "Good, out of everything I've seen between you two I'd think it was safe to say that you've found your other half with Santana." She says resolutely, Brittany opens her mouth to inquire about something but Sugar quickly cuts her off, "Now, I think you should get your head out of your ass, go to this reminiscent strip club to let that ghost go, beat Jesse St. Sucks at his own preposterous challenge, and tell Santana you're sorry for being an ass hat bitch and you can't promise you'll never do it again, but you need her to know you'll always love her even if you do."
Brittany has never experienced having her jaw fall to the ground, with the exception of seeing Santana naked for the first time, and she doesn't really know what to do about it. Seriously, what the hell just happened? She shakes her head when she finally realizes that despite an enormous go around, Sugar actually has a point.
"Sugar, where the hell did you come up with all that stuff?"
Sugar merely shrugs, "There are a few things still you don't know about me Pierce."
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Santana's never been a fan of strip clubs. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the entertainment or have an insane amount of respect for the women who work there, it's more that she really really despises the men that flood the establishments, because more often than not, they are not very women respectful men.
She sticks close to Brooke's side walking at Jesse's right, as Brody strolls along at Santana's right. They arrived at the Spearmint Rhino some twenty minutes ago, and after a brief discussion with the owner, they were escorted into a private backroom. They were to sit and wait for Brittany's arrival.
Brittany, that was someone that Santana hadn't heard from since this morning when she'd left Brittany's condo, and it's now bordering on eight p.m.
"Maria, darling, will you be so kind as to wait for our dear Pierce in the club, in case she uses the front door. I have a feeling she should be showing up any minute now." Jesse suddenly requests, glancing in Santana's direction and she is all too eager to do as he asks in this particular case.
"Of course." She concedes, bowing her head briefly before going back out into the main area of the club and waiting for Brittany. She doesn't have to wait long.
As Brittany strides into the club wearing a simple pair of dark curve hugging jeans and a plain white t-shirt, she's not expecting to suddenly see the most stunning sight in the world, but she does.
There off a little ways in the distance, searching for someone as well, stands Santana dressed in a head to toe sexy as all else white suit. Her hair looks to be modeled after those Lucky Strike girls from back in the 30's, all crimped and curled perfectly in place to frame her gorgeous face, smoky eye makeup, and dark lipstick. Brittany swallows the lump of appreciation that floats to her throat before nervously wiping her now sweaty palms on her jeans and heading in Santana's direction.
The closer she gets, the more she appreciates Santana's choice of outfit for the evening. The jacket is trimmed in black, the lapels flared more heavily, and paired with a simple button up black blouse underneath. The slacks are tailored to fit perfectly, flowing down her body, and her hands are adorned with exaggerated silver rings.
"Hey." Brittany greets as she gets closer to Santana, noticing the way a smile quickly adorns her face before it falls into one of disappointment, and Brittany can guess what that's all about. She reaches out and gently grasps Santana's wrist before tugging her into a secluded booth off to her right and drawing the current behind them to give them even more privacy. She releases Santana's hand when they get inside.
"I'm sorry." Brittany whispers out, her eyes a pleading blue as she gazes towards her girlfriend. Santana on the other hand, remains unresponsive, instead standing up statue straight and folding her arms over her chest. The look on her face is skeptical, but there's evidence that she's waiting for Brittany to continue and explain.
"This morning, I'm sorry about pulling back and everything." Brittany says and a little of the tension in Santana's body noticeably expels, "This place, it's where my mom worked so I kind of have some pent up unresolved feelings and issues with it, and when I got that keychain I just kind of shut down a little because I didn't want to deal."
Santana deflates a little more, and uncrosses one arm reaching out to place it gently against Brittany's bicep, "Brittany, I never expect you to explain everything to me. I'm not a demanding need to know it all, but at the very least you need to tell me that 'Hey this is what's kind of bothering me right now, and I'll probably withdraw a little' and I can give you space. If that's what you want or need, I can do that."
"But honestly that's the last thing I want. Santana you make things like that easier to deal with. You make the shitty stuff not so shitty. I just need to learn how to better approach the subjects I don't really want to deal with."
"And I can be patient while you do that, as long as I have some idea about what's going on but I won't be treated like a throwaway whenever you get a little emotional about stuff."
Brittany nods, "You are not a throw away to me. I can keep you better informed. I don't want to do something silly and lose you."
Santana shakes her head and steps even closer to Brittany, cupping her cheeks in her hands and planting a firm kiss to her lips, "It would take a lot for that to happen. Don't worry, I'm in this and I want to be with you. I'm not about to go anywhere unless you don't want me here."
"I want you here. I always want you."
A soft smile pulls at Santana's lips, "Okay then," She says kissing Brittany again, "How about you go win a poker challenge then so we can get out of here?"
Brittany smiles back and nods, "Yes ma'am."
They exit the booth and head off in the direction that Jesse and the rest of his gang went, Brittany slipping in first and Santana heading towards the restroom as a cover.
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It all comes down to this. Some ten rounds of play by Jesse's rules poker and a constant reference to the place they're in, and Brittany's finally at the end of her rope for everything. The final round, the do or die, if she wins then she's in with Jesse and the asshole will finally stop taunting her about her past and she can finally take Santana in her arms.
Just one more hand and if she wins, Jesse will leave her alone for now.
Brittany lays her last hand down, her face a stoic mask of indifference. She stares straight ahead into the ghostly eyes of Jesse St. James, waiting for him to ultimately lay down her fate.
It's always in fate's hands isn't it?
"Well it looks like," Jesse starts to say, giving one more glance at his hand before a malicious smirk pulls across his lips, "You and me are partners."
Inwardly Brittany breathes a sigh of relief, she can see the way Santana's body subtly deflates from its previous rigid stature, and she turns back to Jesse with a nod.
"Sounds like a plan to me. So, where do we go from here?"
The smirk on Jesse's lips transforms into a full blown cocky grin at Brittany's words, "How about you let me do the planning, but I'll be in touch…Pierce." He tells her standing from her seat. He takes a few steps away, his posse following close behind, before he stops and turns back to look at Brittany.
"In the meantime," Jesse starts to say, giving a sideways glance to Santana who lags a little behind, "How about I have Maria here be part of your initiation. I remember the two of you got rather cozy once before back at my warehouse party, I'd say it's about time that you reunite a little. She can fill you in on everything. Is that clear, Rivera?"
Santana turns to Jesse with a simple look of apathy, playing it all off "Yeah boss, I can handle that."
"But boss," Brody suddenly cuts in, the prospect of loosing his arm candy to Brittany Pierce completely unflattering to him, his face morphs into one that would normally be present on that of a temper tantrum toddler, "Maria and I, we're like a thing."
Brittany's hackles rise at Brody's words, and only a subtle shake of the head from Santana prevents her from beating the shit out of Brody. She waits for Jesse to give Brody, Santana, and herself a cursory glance before he shrugs.
"She'll be alright for a few days Brody, now let's get back to the warehouse. We've got things to plan." He states, leaving no room for argument, "And Pierce, make sure you stay close to Maria, she'll be your line to me."
A solitary nod from Brittany is given before Jesse and the rest of his crew departs. As they walk out the door of the private room, Santana slumps into the large poker chair on the opposite side of Brittany, huffing out a relieved sigh. Brittany watches in amusement as Santana leans forward in the chair and snatches Jesse's discarded cigar from the ashtray, pulling it to her lips and pretending to take a puff. Her eyes slant towards Brittany in seductive regard, and that taller woman swears Santana is undressing her with her eyes.
Speaking of undressing, "You look pretty stunning in that suit, but I think it'd look even better on the floor."
Santana raises an eyebrow as she sets the cigar back down, "Oh? And what makes you think that you'll just get these clothes off of me?"
Brittany grins, she set Santana right up for that one, "I'll play you for them."
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Not even five minutes later, Santana finds herself losing her second hand and having to remove her blouse and toss it next to her already discarded jacket. She watches as Brittany's eyes stare appreciatively at her as the bronzed smooth skin of her shoulders, arms, and stomach are exposed and she's left in her white suit slacks and black lace push up bra.
Another five minutes go by and Santana finds herself peeling off her slacks as she props her silver stilettoed feet up on the poker table, immediately distracting Brittany.
"You're cheating."
Brittany chuckles but her eyes don't leave their focus on Santana's succulent curves, "No, I'm using my talents to my advantage. Exceptional players always use any means necessary to win. That's what makes them exceptional."
Santana eyes her suspiciously from across the table, "I still think you're cheating." Brittany merely smiles but offers no reply as they shuffle and deal the next hand. When Santana's ready she lays down a full house triumphantly, thinking that she's finally bested Brittany and won't have to shed another article of her own clothing, yet.
Instead, she watches Brittany smile coyly as she rises from her chair and glides over to Santana's position stepping between her legs as she leans over until she's an inch from her face. She sets her cards down on the table and Santana's gets a glance at them.
"Four of a kind, and look at that it's all the Aces." Brittany says before her eyes flicker down to Santana's chest, her breasts still restricted in their lace confines. "Shall I help you with that?" Brittany inquires and Santana rolls her eyes.
"Just because you won that hand, doesn't mean I'm incompetent in removing my own clothes. Besides that, I still have three items of clothing left to go, so you haven't quite won the game."
Brittany merely smiles wider before she shifts her hands down to the curve of Santana's ass and effortlessly hoists the woman into the air, twisting to deposit her on top of the poker table, instantly scattering the chips and cards about. Santana lets out a little squeal at the action, but her eyes instantly darken when she takes in Brittany's predatory gaze.
"You know what I really don't like Santana?" Brittany asks as her hands skirt along the woman's ribs and curl around to the clasp of her bra, unsnapping it and dragging it slowly down tan arms until Santana's generous full breasts are exposed to darkened blue eyes, "I don't like when some slimey jerkass claims that my girlfriend is 'his'." She husks stepping between Santana's legs further after she spreads them wide.
Santana swallows what little saliva she has left in her mouth, Brittany's possessive tone and animalistic gaze driving her all kinds of crazy turned on. She licks her lips and pulls the bottom one between her teeth as Brittany leans in and strokes her tongue up the column of her neck. Santana shutters.
"You're mine, Santana, right?"
A nod is given before Brittany sucks on Santana's throbbing pulse point and elicits a "Yes, Brittany, I'm yours." from the woman.
Brittany smiles against the skin, "You mean so much to me." She breathes out as her hands fit on Santana's hips and hold her close.
Brittany's mouth fits over Santana's and her tongue licks into her mouth, drawing a moan from the smaller woman before pale and sure hands slip around to palm Santana's ass before sliding up the contours of her spine and drawing her bare chest into Brittany's clothed one.
The kiss breaks with a wet pop, and Brittany smiles down at Santana, "Did I tell you how insanely sexy you looked in that outfit?" She asks, pressing a kiss to Santana's eyelid before trailing them down to the tip of her nose. Santana's fingers splay out at the base of Brittany's skull, blunt nails scarping and tugging against blonde hair as she giggles out a response.
"And you looked exceptionally sexy when you kicked Jesse's ass in poker." Brittany smiles into Santana's skin when she hears those words, and her lips glide down to slip across the ledge of a tan jaw. She works her way down Santana's neck as her hands ghost back around and tickle over Santana's stomach, the tips of Brittany's fingers following the muscles as the twitch under her touch.
Santana moans again, fisting Brittany's hair when she feels moist pink lips presses kisses across her right breast and a sure palm firmly cups her left. Brittany's tongue circles around Santana's darker areola before flicking against her nipple and earning another moan. She wraps her lips around the bud and sucks before pulling her mouth back from the skin with a satisfied wet smack.
She can feel the way Santana is practically vibrating in her arms as she purses her lips and blows a stream of cool air across the moist skin of a tan breast, feeling Santana's fingers grip firmer at her hair. Brittany smiles and tilts her eyes up to Santana's flushed with arousal face, her right hand still kneading at the flesh in her palm.
"So sexy."
The words cause Santana to squirm a little in her spot, her panties dampening even further as her heart races against her ribcage. Under half hooded eyes she finally begs "P-please…" her fingers flexing in their grip upon Brittany's hair, as her brown eyes darken with lust.
Brittany studies Santana and the way her pulse races at the side of her neck, her chest heaves up and down, and her hips roll subtly where they rest on the poker table. She leans in and captures Santana's lips in another kiss, easily sliding into the other woman's mouth and moaning when their tongues connect. Brittany rubs her palm over Santana's nipple one last time before her hands fall to the woman's hips.
Neither woman eases up on the kiss, even as a whimper escapes Santana's mouth at she feels Brittany hook her fingers into the sides of her black lace panties and start peeling them down her legs. Brittany gets them to Santana's bent knees and gravity does the rest, slipping the garment down and off of smooth bronzed legs before her palms glide up the muscled thighs beneath her hands and her lips smack against Santana's.
After a few seconds of Brittany's hands wandering and softly caressing the skin under her fingertips, she breaks the kiss smiling when Santana gives her a whine of protest. She pecks those now swollen full lips once before suddenly shifting to a squatting position, her face leveled directly between Santana's legs. Brittany groans when her eyes peruse thoughtfully over Santana's smooth, wet sex, the scent that invades her senses intoxicating in the best way.
"B-Britt…" Santana's plead is breathless, and who the hell is Brittany to deny her? With a wicked smile, she leans in and gives a gentle swipe of her tongue at the top of Santana's drenched folds, immediately causing the body in front of her to quiver almost violently.
"Ungh…te deseo…" Brittany's not exactly sure on the translation, but the way the words practically ooze sex and slip from Santana's lips, that's enough for her. She opens her mouth fully and slides her tongue through Santana's folds, brushing the tip against Santana's throbbing clit before sucking the nub into her mouth and swirling her tongue around and across it as her hands wrap around Santana's legs and hold her in place.
When Brittany releases Santana's clit from her mouth and strokes her tongues back and forth through her wet folds, Santana gasps, pants, and moans out broken expletives and pieces of Brittany's name almost incoherently as her hips roll further into Brittany's mouth, searching for that one thing that she hasn't quite gotten. She continues to run her tongue up and down Santana, spreading and tasting her arousal, until she feels the woman shaking under her palms.
"Ugh god, yes!" Santana cries out when Brittany's tongue finally slips to her entrance and pushes deep inside, as far as she can go before sliding back out, only to do it again even faster the next time, "Oh B-Bri..oh that…uh y-you're…so g-good!"
Moans continue to tumble out of Santana as Brittany continues to fuck her with her tongue until her hips are thrashing wildly, her legs are trembling unsteadily, and Brittany can feel Santana's walls starting to clench around her tongue. Brittany pulls her tongue out of Santana, and glances up to a frustratingly flushed faced woman who groans her disapproval. Brittany smirks and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before rising back to her full height.
She bends slightly to tuck her mouth and nose into the side of Santana's neck, where she whispers against the skin.
"I'm going to hold you when you fall apart in my arms." At the same time that she slips two fingers through Santana's wetness and pushes them inside of her. Santana squeaks at the feeling of Brittany's fingers sinking inside of her, her walls pulsing around the digits. Her legs wrap around Brittany's back and pull her close, trapping the hand between them as Brittany starts pumping in and out of her and Santana finds Brittany's lips as something to hold onto as she's slowly pushed to ecstasy.
"Oh baby…fuck!" Santana moans out as Brittany curls her fingers deeper inside of her and her hips start to grind against the back of her hand to push her fingers knuckle deep with each thrust. Her mind's going hazy with the sound of Santana's moans spilling hotly in her ear, and the feeling of Santana's wet warmth squeezing her fingers with every pump of her fingers.
Brittany pushes Santana higher and higher, her lips nipping at the skin of a tan neck, her other hand kneading Santana's breasts, her palm bumping Santana's clit at every inward thrust until she feels Santana's body shaking in her arms, her hips rolling erratically to meet every thrust of Brittany's fingers, and her walls suddenly clamp tightly around the curling digits as Brittany brushes that spot inside of her and sends Santana's orgasm crashing through her.
Her name falls from Santana's lips in a broken moan, her head tilted back in pleasure. And Brittany's far too focused on easing her fingers in and out of Santana and pressing light kisses on her shoulder to draw her down from her high, to recognize the sound of cracking wood and failing stability.
Before either woman knows what's happening, the table collapses underneath Santana and they find themselves falling in a heap together onto the ground, and what's left of the table. Luckily, Brittany braces the majority of Santana's fall by holding onto her and gently slips her fingers out of the woman as they both recover from the shock of it and start giggling at the occurrence.
"Shit, you broke the table San."
Santana giggles but slaps Brittany's shoulder in admonishment, "You broke the table when you fucked me into oblivion."
"Well I didn't mean that you broke the table, I meant that your powerful orgasm must have caused its demise." Brittany retorts with a wink as she shifts to hover above the woman, now slightly disappointed she never got the chance to get naked. She sighs as she glances down the length of a gorgeous tan body before smiling and leaning down to kiss Santana's lips.
Brittany shuffles back and raises Santana into a sitting position before she notices something peeking out by the woman's ass. She chuckles and points to it.
"Look babe, you've got my Ace of Heart's attached to your backside. It's like I'm the Ace of your Heart. Right? Get it?"
Santana rolls her eyes at Brittany's jesting before she glances down and sees that her girlfriend's right. She realizes that the smug attitude that Brittany is displaying is not going to go away anytime soon. Well, at least she got a fantastic orgasm out of it.
"Whatever you say baby. Now how about you take me back to yours, Ace, before anyone around here comes in and sees us."
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Well hey there! Welcome to Faster Friday's, and thanks for joining me. I hope you enjoyed this week's installment. Things might seem a little confusing, but it's all building up to something really big.
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