Okay first of all: I am sooooo sorry. Second of all: I am really super sorry for taking a little longer to update this time around. Craziness happening, but at least I can tell you that you'll also get an update on Friday!
This chapter contains sexy times.
Also, this chapter is dedicated to all you lovelies out there but I want to thank naynay1963 and Chuckleshan for your wonderful encouragement. I hope the update starves off your withdrawals!
Chapter 25: Matching Up the Parts
Brittany is pissed.
In fact, she's so pissed that if you were to place a piece of sheetrock right in front of her, she'd likely punch a hole right through it before proceeding to punch you in the face.
Typically, she's a pretty rational individual in most situations. Sure she's got a short fuse every now and then and sometimes hits first and asks questions later but she usually tends to give people the benefit of the doubt and often waits until it's absolutely necessary for her to go off the handle. So yes, Brittany will be the first to admit that she's usually got some kind of anger management issue brewing under the surface, which occasionally makes an appearance, but it's almost always justified.
For example, with Hunter, she'd put up with his shit for years. She tried to be the big sister that looked out for her little brother, even if said little (half) brother was a complete thorn in her side and made it his mission to do everything under the sun to piss her off. So in the end, he fucked up one too many times, and thus Brittany wasn't too worried about the asshole. Especially since he'd put the crew in danger more than once, especially since he put Santana in danger more than once.
Then, it came to people like Paul Evans. That guy had been a major prick since the day his family announced their entrance into town by driving a set of boosted Civics (like that's hard or even mildly impressive?) past the Pierce crew residence yelling unnecessary obscenities. Evans and his crew were little blips on the radar of real boosting and even less of an importance when if came to the racing world. So Brittany could care less.
Even particular brands of jerks like Jesse St. James and his enormously ego driven crew were easy to handle. Play by his rules until you can flip them on and use them against him, and stay off of his shit list. It's not too hard when Brittany has no rhyme or reason to have anything to do with Jesse beyond what's absolutely necessary. And it's only Santana's presence and involvement with the St. James' crew that keeps Brittany from going ape shit on all of them.
Everything was justified and reasonable in Brittany's world. Anger was a given, but she could learn to let go and get over stuff or wait until the opportune moment to strike back.
And as soon as the time is right, she will, but for now the protection of Santana is her biggest point of concern. That and keeping her crew out of trouble and off the radar as much as possible, she's doing what she can to make sure they don't get themselves killed.
But this time, it's different, because Brittany doesn't think she's ever been quite this pissed off before.
Which brings Brittany back to square one, because she's been angry with her crew before, and she's been disappointed, but she has never been red eyed furious and ready to kill a bitch with them like she is right this minute.
It's been three days since Holly and Quinn have been gone from the Pierce base without any sort of contact from them, well at least as far as Brittany knows. Apparently there's a whole different story and situation she didn't know about, one that she's still not getting the rundown from Holly right this instance.
Thus the main reason for the previous severely pissed off Brittany.
"Holly, look I don't care that you're older than me, I don't care that you're practically my aunt, and it doesn't really matter to me that at times you came into my life and kind of helped raise me. This is my fucking crew and you are pissing me off to the max with this shit. So tell me, where the hell are you?" Brittany hisses through the phone, standing stark straight in the center of her garage waiting for the rest of her crew, and her lovely girlfriend, to wake up and make an appearance.
"Goldilocks candy bear," Holly begins to say.
"Cut the shit Holly, I'm not a naïve little girl anymore. Just tell me what's going on and when you, and Quinn, are coming back."
"Honey Brittkins, you will always be that adorable little girl to me," Holly says down the line, and Brittany's heart pinches for a second at the words. She pushes those feelings back, however, and releases a restless sigh signifying her quickly fading patience (as if it wasn't already mostly out the door.) "I'm sorry darling, but I can't tell you where Quinn and I are right now."
"You never got approval to go anywhere in the first place Holly and right now, you being away could seriously jeopardize our crew and the entire operation we have planned and are putting in motion. You could ruin that all just by not being here." Brittany cuts in again; she really doesn't understand how Holly doesn't recognize the severity of the situation.
"I swear to you Brittany, that if there had been any other way to do this I would have told you, but it was important for you not to know just yet. It's better this way for everyone, and as soon as we can we'll be back and things will be better. I promise." Holly says in a strangely soothing voice, it really shouldn't shock Brittany. Holly always has had a way with words. It's why she was so good at fooling everyone for so long.
"I'm sorry to say Holly but your promises don't really hold much validity anymore." Brittany admits, her tone dismal and lacking any sort of edge. There's a long pause that comes down the line before Brittany hears Holly take a short breath.
"Even so, you're still the most important thing in my world Shortcake Honeycrisp, and I've never made a promise to you that I didn't do everything in my power to keep."
Brittany has no words for the other woman in response to her statement. She's already deflated enough and really just doesn't want to deal anymore, "Listen Holly, just don't screw things up, and don't get Quinn hurt. She's a royal pain in my ass right now, but she's still my best friend. Don't expect a lot from me when you actually get back, but at least make it back alive."
"We will Brittany, and we love you too."
And with that, Brittany's anger is transformed into raw despair that even she's not sure what to do with. All she knows is that this shit, the sadness, is a whole lot harder to deal with than anger.
She feels like maybe a good engine to tear apart will help take her mind off of things.
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It's at least an hour after Brittany's call with Holly that another presence even makes themselves known in Brittany's shop. But this particular individual brings a smile to Brittany's face. She doesn't even have to see or hear Santana to know that it's her, and maybe that should scare Brittany, but for some reason it just makes everything she has with the woman that much more real and special.
"Hey." Brittany calls over her shoulder, glancing away briefly from her detail work on the hood of a car and towards Santana's direction before returning to her work. Santana doesn't reply right away, but Brittany hears the telltale soft padded approach of her feet and then feels the tender touch of Santana's hands as they wrap around her waist, full lips pressing softly into the skin of Brittany's neck and sending shivers down her spine.
"Mmm good morning," Santana husks into Brittany's clothed shoulder as her chin sets down upon it. Brittany smiles at the sexy morning rasp that still lingers in Santana's tone.
So fucking hot.
"Brittany, are you okay babe? You feel really tense." Santana inquires as her hands lock around Brittany's stomach and she feels the tension radiating from her body even as the taller woman briefly relaxes into the embrace. Brittany lets out a long sigh turning her head to the side until she comes into contact with reflective coffee brown eyes, somehow shiny bright despite their darker shade.
She gets lost in those eyes for a moment, until Santana's cheeky smile brings her back.
Brittany smiles, albeit a tad sadder, in return, "Sometimes I really just feel like nothing is in my control anymore." She admits, her eyes flickering off past Santana's gaze as if getting lost in her own thoughts before they return to that calming brown. Santana nods sympathetically and rests her chin back on the dip of Brittany's shoulder.
"That's because you do everything in your power to meet everyone's demands," Santana says honestly and watches Brittany's eyebrows scrunch in question, "Brittany, you are constantly looking out for everyone and everything. You put up with Hunter even when he treated you like shit, you refrain yourself from beating the shit out of Jesse, even if I sometimes really want you to do that," Brittany smiles softly at that and tilts into peck Santana's lips.
"You watch out for your own crew, even though half the time someone is messing something up, or running off without your orders, or god knows where and you are still always thinking ahead. You're thinking about the next car to boost, or prepping for the next race. You keep the shop running and you manage to stay out of trouble. Brittany, you're phenomenal and it's okay for you to feel a little weighed down sometimes. I think you just need to let someone help ease the weight from time to time."
Brittany's smile is massive at this point, that heaviness in her heart slowly drifting away as Santana's words fill it with something else. Like an immense pride and honor to have the privilege to call this sexy woman in front of her, hers. And a strange kind of euphoric bliss that stems from the fact that everything Santana has said is the truth, and Brittany has a feeling she knows where all this is going.
"And are you going to help ease this heavy weight off of me?" She asks with a coy smirk, turning her body around to rest her ass on the hood of the car and pull Santana's body as close as possible. Santana playfully rolls her eyes as she shuffles between Brittany's legs and drapes her arms over the woman's shoulders and around her neck.
"If that's what you need, then yes."
A light hearted chuckle trickles from Brittany's lips and some of the shine returns to her eyes as she gazes at the woman in her arms, that tingly feeling spreading outwards from the center of her heart and enveloping her body.
"I think you're all I've ever needed." Brittany whispers before her hands press into the small of Santana's back and pull her impossibly close, so that their lips seal together in a passionate but tender kiss.
As the kiss begins to deepen with Brittany's tongue licking into Santana's mouth, the grip that both women have on each other adjusts. Brittany goes from palming the small of Santana's back to sliding her hands further up her clothed back and hooking her arms around slim shoulders. Santana in turn drops her hands to the open sides of Brittany's button up shirt, gripping the material in her fists and holding Brittany in place.
A moan rumbles from one of their mouths as their tongues slide against each other and lips and teeth nip and suck and clash. Things appear to be going hot a lot faster than either woman intended, but surely still not fast enough to fully satisfy what either would want and then almost as quickly as it began, it comes to a screeching dead end halt.
An exceptionally annoying harmony begins to ring out through the shop, the melody echoing off the concrete walls and filtering back to Brittany and Santana's ears as a groan is ripped from both of their mouths as they reluctantly pull apart.
"Fucking phone, is that yours?" Brittany asks, her eyes darting around in search of the sound. Santana shakes her head, knowing her phone rests firmly in her back pocket and is not going off. She sees a sliver of black tucked next to some tools on the ground by Brittany's creeper and toolbox.
"I think it's yours actually."
Brittany's brow knits together as she glances down to where Santana is looking and recognizes the phone that Santana brought back the other morning, a 'gift' from Jesse so that she could remain on call at all times. With a huff, Brittany stretches out to retrieve the phone, doing her best to not let go of or move Santana. When she manages to pick the device up and hold it to her ear, she answers gruffly with a hint of aggravation.
Santana doesn't have to hear Jesse's side of the call to know that Brittany will have to run and do his dirty work shortly after the call ends. And sure enough, as Brittany tosses the phone back towards the grease rag near her toolbox, her disposition changes from that once flirty carefree tone to a serious and focused mode.
With a sigh, blue eyes lock onto brown, "I guess now I know how you feel."
"And now I know how you feel." Santana responds, realizing that it's just as tough for Brittany when she has to watch her leave at Jesse's beck and call. "Is it serious stuff?"
Brittany shrugs, "It's serious enough. He wants us to boost a couple high dollar cars from some show, and he wants us to case them right now. I have to round up Mike and Q-" She trails off a little when she realizes that her second, second in command is not available. Santana stretches up on her tiptoes to ease her lips against Brittany's.
"I'll tell Cooper, David and Puck to get ready and head out with you." Santana offers, knowing that Brittany would prefer Quinn, but has to make due with whomever she can get at the moment. Brittany nods and finally glances back down at Santana with a small smile.
"Thanks Santana, I really don't ever want to know what it's like to live without you again."
Santana smirks and pokes Brittany in the side, "Just keep doing what you're doing hotshot, and you won't have to worry about that."
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"Hey lil'Pez!"
Santana jerks her head around at the sound of one of her least favorite nicknames, ever. There are only two people in the world that even know that name, one of them is Hector who can get away with it only because he's her older brother. The other, however, gets a lashing whenever he tries to use it.
"Puckerman! What the fuck?" Santana exclaims as the guy in question jogs up to her, his hand running over the lump of hair on his head when he comes to a stop and then proceeds to get punched by his boss.
"Oww, geeze cool your jets woman!"
"Don't fucking call me woman like that you asshole!"
"Whaaat? Brittany says that all the time."
Santana's face heats in anger and she slugs her so-called friend in the shoulder once again, this time exponentially harder. Puck winces and grabs at his arm.
"Brittany," Santana starts, putting emphasis on the name, "Is my girlfriend, and the person I'm in love with. So she can call me whatever she wants because she knows that she'll either have to pay for it or she'll get rewarded for it."
Puck's eyebrows rise suggestively at this.
"And that's something that you will never ever ever get the pleasure of." Santana then explains, her eyes burning with anger.
"Okay, fine point taken. Can I talk to you now?" Puck says in surrender, his hands held up defensively.
"Shouldn't you be boosting with Brittany right now?"
"Jesus wo-really awesome boss, that's what I'm trying to talk to you about!"
Santana doesn't miss Puck's almost slip up but still she relents. Her eyes narrow, skeptical as always, and she crosses her arms and tilts her chin up, "Fine, but don't ever call me lil'Pez again."
Puck sighs and nods, "I know you wanted me to go with Brittany but I kind of told her I had something really important to give you." He begins to say before he reaches around to grab something from his back pocket as he slowly sinks down on one knee. Santana's eyes go wide and she starts waving her hands dramatically in front of her.
"Oh no, don't you dare. What the fuck…no…w-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Santana sputters all at once, unbelieving of the sight that is unfolding before her. Does Puckerman really think that he can just get down on one knee and do something incredibly dimwitted?
Puck starts laughing and jumps back up to his feet, shaking his head as chuckles quake through his body. He wipes a hand across his eye as if to brush away 'tears of laughter' and grins towards Santana.
"You're too easy Boss. Come on I'm not going to propose to you." Puck says that damn cocky childlike grin plastered across his face, "You just got done telling me you were absolutely in love with Brittany. I'm hopeless sometimes, but I'm not a complete idiot."
"That's debatable," Santana responds with an arched brow.
"Would you stop, here," Puck says with a roll of his eyes before he thrusts an item in Santana's direction. Santana's eyes glance down at what appears to be a piece of material in Puck's hand, and upon further examination she realizes it's a tie.
"You're giving me a tie?" She inquires skeptically as she takes the garment from Puck's hand and then watches as the normally self-confident man suddenly appears really nervous and lacking certainty.
"Well, you see there's also a couple things that sort of go with the tie."
"And they are?"
Puck avoids eye contact at all costs, and Santana knows something is definitely up.
"Puckerman, spit it out already!"
"It's Hector's tie!" Puck replies, and it dawns on Santana that she did recognize the blue and red striped tie from Hector's former prep school years. It went with a school uniform that she has no remembrance of but she knows that Hec would always wear that damn tie, even if he wasn't at school.
"Why do you have Hector's tie?"
Puck sighs heavily again, "Because he gave it to me just before he asked me to take you away from Miami."
Santana's heart skips a beat. She couldn't have heard Puck correctly.
"He asked you to take me away? What are you talking about Puck?"
Nothing is spoken from Puck for several seconds as he stands a few feet in front of Santana, mulling things over and trying to decide the best way to go about explaining this very surprising information.
Finally his amber shaded hazel eyes flicker up and lock with the same shade of brown that the man who entrusted Puck with all this information distinctively had. He knows what Hector asked him to do, but it doesn't mean that it's easy explaining all of that to his baby sister. Particularly when Santana really isn't much of a baby anymore and could easily punch his lights out if he says something wrong.
"Hector knew," He starts out, watching as Santana's brow creases in confusion, "He knew probably about two weeks into working with Jesse that things were going to go sour if he kept up with it. That's the main reason he never let you in on the dealings, and why it took so long for him to even tell me and Finn what was going on."
"Santana, Hec was running between trying to pretend he was helping Jesse and trying to figure out a way to bring him down. I guess kind of like what we're all doing right now with the Pierce crew," Puck then explains, his forehead wrinkling as he considers just how true that is, "He actually made contact with some really important people that said they could help, he never told me who they were or how they could help but I guess somehow Jesse found out about it all and that's why Hec made us take you and run."
Santana shakes her head, she's still having a problem processing this, "But why wouldn't he just tell me? Why did he have to try to do it on his own? And why are you just telling me now? It doesn't make me feel any better knowing that Brittany and I have been working so close with Jesse."
"I know, I know but Hector made me promise I wouldn't give the tie to you and explain everything, until it was absolutely necessary and I figure, with us getting closer to taking down Jesse it had to be the right time." Puck says with a nod.
"But I still don't see why he wouldn't have just told me all of this, and who were these people he was meeting with? How did Jesse find out?"
"Like I said, I don't know who the people were, or how Jesse found out. Hec never got around to telling me that, and he only told me last second because he had to tell someone. He didn't tell you because he didn't want to put you in even more danger. Jesse had no clue what you looked like so there was no way to actually link you to Hector if he didn't know your name. That's why he had us blow up the apartment, so it looked like maybe Hector Lopez' little sister had 'died' and then Jesse wouldn't bother looking for you."
"Why the goddamn tie though!?" Santana's frustration finally hits a boiling point and Puck steps forward to catch her as a wave of emotion hits and her legs threaten to give out.
It hasn't even been more than a few months since they left Miami and wound up in Vegas, and with Brittany's crew, but Santana wants to know what the significance of the tie is and why it took even this long for it to be given to her.
Puck shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, "I don't know Ant," he murmurs, using the nickname that Hector himself gave Santana when she was really young, it took her a while to grow out of it, but its still a special term between the siblings, "All I know is I promised Hec I'd do anything I could to keep you safe and that when I gave you the tie, I would tell you to 'remember' just like he asked me to. Now all I guess we can do is keep up with the plan. Brittany's got a good head on her shoulders, and you're one of the smartest people I know."
Santana smiles at that as Puck's arms hug her in a brotherly embrace, one that she's been missing for a while now. It's not the embrace she needs, like one from Hector, or the one she really wants, like from Brittany, but Puck's not a bad guy and she's glad that he's been here for her.
"If you two can't figure it out, I don't know who can."
"Thanks Puck," Santana says as she pulls back from the hug and tucks the tie securely into her hoodie pocket. "You're a good guy."
Puck's smirk returns to his face, "You know it. Now how about some lunch before your lady gets back?"
With a roll of her eyes, Santana gives a confirming nod and allows Puck to walk her back towards the kitchen area of the building. At the very least, she can maybe talk some more with her friend and try to calm her worries about every other crazy thing that's going on around her.
It'll be a temporary fix until Brittany gets back, but it will be something at least.
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Santana exits Brittany's condo to head over to the garage and wait for Brittany's expected return. She feels much better now about the earlier situation and onslaught of information delivered to her by Puck. When she takes a moment to think about it, she knows that Hector would have never done anything if it wasn't the absolute best thing for her and everyone else.
She misses her brother like crazy and hopes that he's okay, but at the same time she's glad that she has people like Puck and her crew and the Pierce crew around to help get her through the days.
But especially, she's incredibly happy she has someone like Brittany. She knows that Brittany is everything good, and beautiful and entirely badass in this world and she's fortunate for that.
Santana is thinking about just how much being around Brittany, and being with Brittany, has made a significant difference in her life when she hears the distinct rev of a Hemi engine from a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda just as it comes rolling down the street into view. She watches in awe as the car and into the area outside of Brittany's shop.
She doesn't realize her jaw is slack until Santana has to pick it up off the ground again as she watches Brittany step out of the car clad in solid black chucks, dark grey jeggins, and a white tank top layered under a blue, black, and white plaid patterned button up as she strolls casually in Santana's direction, blonde hair down and flowing freely behind her despite the absence of wind.
Brittany's soft chuckle as she wraps her arms around Santana's waist and pulls the woman in for a kiss is the only thing that snaps Santana out of her fantasy induced haze. Thankfully she recovers quickly and is able to return the action of Brittany's lips easily sliding against her own.
It's only been five hours since Brittany saw Santana this morning in her shop at the crack of dawn, but the taller woman can't help but feel absolutely content to have her beautiful girl back in her arms.
"You smell really nice." Brittany hums into the skin of Santana's neck as she brushes a few kisses across the tan flesh, grinning at the way Santana's fingers seem to grip more desperately at her back. Santana just sighs in lieu of an answer and then lets out a squeal as she feels Brittany's hands drop to the backs of her thighs and tug upwards, lifting Santana's body up into her taller frame and forcing the smaller woman to wrap her legs around her waist.
A large grin covers Brittany's face as she stares at a surprised but decidedly happy Santana, "Want to help me strip the Cuda and detail her up?" Brittany asks in the most cheerful voice Santana thinks has ever come out of the woman's mouth.
With a nod, Santana leans down to press a kiss to Brittany's lips, "I can't think of anything else that I would rather do." She replies and is supplied with another bruising kiss before Brittany turns and walks them both back towards her shop where Mike is pulling in the Cuda.
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Okay so Santana may have lied about the whole 'I can't think of anything else I would rather do' thing, because seeing Brittany working on cars and getting all in her element? Well that's certainly bringing forth some ideas for just what else Santana could think about doing.
Doing with Brittany. On the hood of the Cuda, hood scoop be damned. Or on the back of the car. Or even the front seat, whichever, Santana's not picky.
But then, ohhh, then Brittany decides to forego working on the car and instead mounts the Suzuki SV650 that she's been working on and getting back in shape every since Hunter's negligence forced Santana to ride it in a dangerous race and then sort of crash it.
That's not the point though.
The point is that Santana has been silently watching Brittany work for the last hour at the side of the bike, but now watching Brittany swing her leg over the seat and straddle the bike before she turns the key and presses the ignition to check her work? Well, Santana's got hot and bothered feelings rushing all up and down (mostly down) her body, and all she can think of doing is relieving the obvious weight that's currently bringing them both down.
In other words, Santana thinks it's about time Brittany took a break and let Santana work on her.
"Baby," Santana says standing from her seat and walking slowly over to Brittany's position. She doesn't miss the way that blue eyes rake over and appreciate Santana's outfit of jean shorts, red cami, and the same type of solid black Chucks that Brittany is wearing. She simply smiles devilishly as Brittany licks her lips and her eyes flit back up to predatory brown.
Then Santana is sliding onto the bike behind Brittany and pressing into her back as her arms wrap around her waist.
"You need to release a little bit. Let someone else catch you. I'm here," Santana hushes into Brittany's ear before her lips press a light wet kiss to the skin of Brittany's neck. Something seems to wash over Brittany in that moment, and she lets Santana's words sink into her skin. Into her bones. Into her soul. She knows she's never had anything quite like Santana's love in her life before, and even though it's scary as hell to close her eyes and let herself just fall, she's already fallen further than she ever has before.
And it just feels right.
With a nod, Brittany's head tilts forward slightly and she exhales letting ever extra bit of tension push itself free from her body, if only for a moment.
"Just like that," Santana whispers as her hands rub soothingly up and down Brittany's arms, her chest pressed in closely to Brittany's back as their breathing slows to match each other. Her nose nuzzles softly against Brittany's cheek and draws the attention of clear blue eyes.
"There are those gorgeous eyes I love so much." Santana murmurs, her smile splitting wider as her eyes gaze over the rest of Brittany's face. She stretches forward to brush her lips against Brittany's, "You're stunning Brittany. You're beautiful and brilliant, and commanding and graceful. And you take so much weight on your shoulders, but even the best of us deserve a little break. We all need safety nets, and I'm yours because I'm so in love with you and I can't imagine a single day in my future with you not in it."
Brittany's stunned for a second. It's not as though she'd never think Santana capable of saying words like that, it's just those tend to be the kind of words that come out of her own mouth, often in times she doesn't mean them. But she's never heard anything said with more conviction, and she knows Santana's telling the truth.
"I don't want a day like that to exist either."
In one fluid motion their lips are connected as Santana's fingers grip at the material of Brittany's button up top to pull it apart and away from Brittany's body until its being tugged down the length of her arms and thrown to the side of the bike about the same time that Brittany's tongue slides across Santana's bottom lip before dipping into her mouth.
As Brittany's tongue glides against Santana's, she feels sure and steady fingers work their way to the button and zipper of her jeans, popping them and pulling the teeth apart with little struggle. Brittany moans into Santana's mouth when she then feels confident fingers tickle across the skin just above the waistband of her boyshorts before Santana angles her hand to run over the smoothness of Brittany's hard stomach.
A pink lip is caught between plump lips as Santana practically purrs at the feeling of Brittany's skin underneath her hand. She slides it further until Santana is cupping a pale, soft breast in her palm, leaving her dominant hand to push its way between the space of Brittany's cotton panties and the roughness of her far too tight jeans. Brittany whines out a gasp, her lips parting from Santana's for air as fingers press firmly between her legs, Santana's fingertips rubbing up and down the wetness already found there.
"Britt," Santana husks into Brittany's ear, "Fuck, you're so wet already."
Brittany shudders at those words knowing any attempt to refute them would be pure lies. She's never met another woman that could make her this wet, this fast. And Santana's barely touched her. She probably should have figured it all out from that first time she came under the endeavors of Santana's fingers and tongue, because she'd never come that hard in her life. She was gone from that moment on.
"Fuck Sant-ana…" Brittany's intended demand gets stuttered out in a mess of syllables when she feels Santana drag her fingers back up her center until they rest directly over her pulsing bundle of nerves.
Santana starts with slow, tight circles humming into Brittany's neck as her other hand squeezes the flesh it rests on, her palm brushing over a hardening nipple. Gradually, her fingers press harder into Brittany, and fingers pinch at erect buds as Brittany rocks her hips forward in attempt to gain more pressure and friction. She realizes her hands are gripping desperately at Santana's thighs that are pressed up against her own. Thankful the bike is staying steady on its kickstand as Brittany's shaky legs are not putting forth much of an effort to do so.
She groans again, a throaty "Please" popping from her lips as the fingers between her legs stop their focused circling and instead begin to rub in an agonizingly slow pace up and down Brittany's covered sex. Even through the soaked cotton material of her boyshorts, Brittany can feel everything.
Past the point of caring that she's begged, Brittany's right hand comes up and clasps itself over Santana's, stilling the other woman's hand just as she twists her fingers closer to the area just above Brittany's entrance.
Brittany blinks her eyes open and turns her head to see Santana watching her in fascination, her eyes cloudy with arousal and her mouth parted in amazement.
"I need you," Brittany starts to say, pulling on Santana's hand before maneuvering it underneath the cotton covering her burning heat until Santana's fingers slip through her wetness, "To put your fingers inside of me."
Santana's hips jerk forward involuntarily at Brittany's words, and she barely catches her moan from escaping by biting the inside of her cheek. She nods and doesn't waste a second more curling her fingers through wet heat until she tilts them up and pushes them smoothly into Brittany's entrance. Brittany shudders at the feeling of Santana's fingers sliding inside of her, welcoming the way she the digits the deeper she goes.
"God…fuck S-santana."
A stuttered breath escapes Brittany's lungs as Santana drags her fingers back out only to thrust them back in much faster and harder the next time. Brittany finds her hands gripping intensely at Santana's bare thighs again. Her hips roll into the movements of those damn skilled tan fingers, forcing them deeper and earning a moan from full lips behind her as Santana's body presses harder into Brittany's back and her right hand squeezes at the breast it is currently holding.
The thrusts angle a little so that Santana's palm is tapping Brittany's clit every time her fingers sink inside wet heat.
"You feel amazing baby." Santana whispers as her tongue slides up the side of Brittany's neck and the tips of her fingers brush along Brittany's inner walls.
She knows her girl is close, she can feel it in the way Brittany's breathing has changed, her hips are rocking in a rhythmic motion and Santana's fingers are getting wetter and wetter as Brittany's insides begin to clench and flutter around them.
"Uh…fuck…ooohh…"
Santana's eyes focus on the pleasure washing over Brittany's features. Her fingers curl just a little deeper and she pinches at pink nipple between her other fingers before nudging her nose into Brittany's cheek and placing a kiss there.
"I love you Brittany."
Those last words mixed with the shove of Santana's hips into Brittany, who's own hips are rolling desperately now, trips Brittany into her release and she sinks forward grinding down almost erratically into Santana's hand as the pleasure ripples through her.
"Ungh…h-holy shit..yes!"
As Brittany's walls clamp around Santana's fingers, she brushes her lips down the ledge of Brittany's jaw, kissing sensually as her right palm rubs over Brittany's breast and nipple. When the tremble of Brittany's body calms down, Santana's fingers stop their slow thrusting and slip out of the warm wetness. A sigh pops from Brittany's lips at the bittersweet feeling of loss and the overwhelming satisfaction of her orgasm still humming through her.
She takes a deep breath and leans back into Santana's body, feeling as though a whole lot of weight has been lifted from her body. Sure, she would much prefer to have her and Santana fully naked and fucking on any surface available, but every so often a good screw on the bike is hot.
It sucks how quickly things can change sometimes though.
Blue eyes slowly blink open, intent on turning around to admire the woman behind her and maybe (definitely) returning the favor, when Brittany suddenly spots something abnormal at the far side of her shop.
"What the hell is that?"
Santana's eyes slant in the direction that Brittany's looking but find nothing out of the ordinary.
"What's what baby?" Santana asks, sighing in content as she slumps forward into Brittany's body, the excursion of fucking the other woman while perched on a bike starting to really catch up to her. Not that it wasn't absolutely worth it though.
But as soon as Santana has closed her eyes and is beginning to really relax, they're springing open as she feels Brittany shift off the bike. Brittany's quick enough to catch Santana though before she falls and is then careful in ushering Santana from the bike. She takes a hold of a tan hand before she walks in the direction of the shop door, the small personnel one that leads to the outside.
And that's when Santana finally sees it, and even though she doesn't really recognize it, it appears eerily odd and immediately sends shivers down her spin as gooseflesh erupts on her skin.
Brittany grasps the item in question from its perch hung on the door handle and turns it around to look closely at it.
Staring up at her is a blue blazer, with red trim lining the edges. Brittany's brow creases in confusion.
"What the actual fuck is going on?"
I don't know how you all are doing out there so I think you should tell me about that! And tell me, what's your dream car? Also, it's quite possible that this story is beginning to inch towards an ending. Don't worry I'll keep you informed of its predicted ending! And as always, thank you!