"How are you feeling Britt?"
"Mmmm…"
Santana chuckled and placed her face through the donut hole on the massage table. The masseuse was currently working to undo the many stress knots in her back. It hurt like a bitch.
After spending most of the morning in the suite, Santana had suggested they head to the casino's spa for a relaxing afternoon. Brittany had protested but Santana had convinced her it wouldn't cost a cent. Santana hated that Brittany worried so much about money. She wasn't sure how she was going to convince Brittany but Santana was going to pay for her classes and buy her brand new camera equipment. Santana had already made up her mind to go to a professional photography store and get whatever it was a photographer needed.
"Ow!" Santana fought the urge to turn and slap this lady.
"Too much stress," The masseuse said as she dug deeper into Santana's back.
Brittany smiled as she heard Santana's protests. Her own massage was just as intense and she was sure it was because she had never had a massage before. She would never be able to afford something this fancy. Not yet anyway. Now that she was going back to school, she had a shot at becoming a successful photographer.
She knew she could probably become one without a degree but she wanted to finish school. She hadn't taken a picture since her mom died and was afraid she had forgotten how. If she only had her camera.
"You're tensing up."
Brittany breathed out. "Sorry." She took another breath and forced her mind to not think about school or cameras. As she drifted off, she heard Santana.
"OUCH! Son of a bitch!
###
"How was you massage?" Santana asked, rubbing her neck.
"Awesome. Yours?"
"I'm pretty sure I got like a student massage person," Santana said, "I don't think massages are supposed to hurt like that."
"You were just really tense."
"If we had paid for that, I would have demanded my money back. I…" Her phone rang, interrupting her thought. "Hello? It's my day off…." Santana looked to the security camera right above her. "Tell her I'll talk to her tomorrow…. what is she freaking out about anyway? Artie, it's too soon, nothing is even happening….ugh fine. 15 minutes. Tops!"
"What's up?" Brittany asked when she saw Santana hang up. She quickly waved at the camera to say Hi to Artie.
"Rachel Berry. She insists on talking to me about the security for her show. Which, by the way, isn't for several weeks!"
"You gotta go back to work?"
"No way!" Santana said, "Come with me. 15 minutes and we leave. You know Rachel right? I remember you saying she talked a lot."
Brittany shrugged. "Sort of. I've talked to her a few times but we're not friends or anything."
"Perfect." Santana took Brittany's hand. "If it looks like she wants to keep us longer, just say we are late for an appointment."
"What appointment?"
"It doesn't matter."
"She'll know I'm lying," Brittany said, "You know I don't like to lie."
"Right," Santana said softly, "OK. How about I make an appointment with you for a make out session in the suite in 20 min."
Brittany nodded, a smile on her face. "Sweet lady kisses appointment. We can't be late for that."
"No we can't." Santana bit her lip and almost leaned in to kiss her girlfriend but decided against it. She wanted to get this Berry thing over with.
The theater was on the other side of the casino and it took them a good 15 minutes to get there.
"This place is so big!" Having only seen the casino from the outside, Brittany never knew just how big this place was. It looked big but actually walking through the casino, she was struck just how much of a mini city it really was. "No wonder you sometimes don't leave this place."
Santana sighed. "I really should get out more often. How about later tonight, we get out of the casino for dinner."
"Oh OK. I know a great Italian place. Then we can go to Kurt's party after."
"Oh right." Santana had forgotten about Kurt's party as she was just focused on being with her girlfriend. She had also planned for tonight to be the night they finally slept together but that was out the window. Tomorrow night for sure.
They entered the large theatre to find rehearsals going on. A very short brunette was center stage singing which Santana assumed that was Rachel Berry. "Is that her?"
"Yup," Brittany said. While she had only met Rachel a couple of time, Brittany found her a bit annoying. She wasn't sure what it was that bugged her about Rachel, but there was something.
They walked all the way down to the first row and sat down. Santana had to admit, this woman could sing.
"Oh!"
Santana and Brittany looked up to see Rachel looking straight at them.
"Stop!" Rachel yelled to the cast and crew, waving her hands, "Stop. Let's break." Once the stage was clear, Rachel came down to greet Santana and Brittany. "I'm glad we could meet Ms. Lopez."
"Well, it's not like you gave me much choice," Santana muttered under her breath. She felt Brittany's elbow hit her arm. "I mean, nice to meet you."
Brittany simply waved. "Hi Rachel."
"Brittany! Nice to see you again." Rachel gave Brittany a big grin before turning to Santana. "I know you're busy but I need to talk to you about my show's security. I've tried to make an appointment but I can never get through. You really should hire an assistant."
"I know, I know," Santana said rolling her eyes, "Look Ms. Berry…"
"Rachel."
"Rachel. You don't have to worry about security OK? Your show doesn't open for a while and when we get closer to your premiere date, we'll go over the plans I have laid out."
"Look Santana," Rachel clasping her hands together, "I don't know if you know this, but I'm a huge star on Broadway..."
Santana took a breath, trying not to spit out some snarky comment. This chick sure was full of herself.
"…so when The Dalton asked me to take up residence here, I agreed. Now, I just want my fans to have the best experience possible."
Brittany listened to Rachel talk and suddenly knew what it was about Rachel that bugged her. Her arrogance.
"Rachel," Santana said, "Don't worry, your show will go on without any issues. I'd be glad to discuss this with you on Tuesday. I'm currently on a mini vacation and off the clock. "
"Vacation?" Rachel looked surprised. "Didn't you just start working here?"
Santana gritted her teeth. "As I said, I'm off today, but I'll make sure to we get an appointment. I just wanted to come by and introduce myself."
Brittany saw Santana tense up and knew if she didn't do anything she would probably hit Rachel. "Oh, look at the time. Santana, you have an appointment in a few minutes. We better go."
Rachel turned her attention to Brittany. "Oh, are you her assistant?"
"She's my girlfriend!" Santana said, a bit too harshly.
"Well, we should go," Brittany said grabbing Santana's hand, "Bye Rachel!" Brittany pulled Santana until they were outside the theater. "You OK?"
Santana closed her eyes and took a breath. When she opened them she saw a concerned look on Brittany's face. "I'm pretty sure I'll end up killing that lady."
Brittany placed her hand behind Santana's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Santana melted and kissed her back. What was she mad about again?
"Come on," Brittany said against Santana's mouth, "You're late for an appointment."
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Santana was laying face down on the bed in only her black underwear. Her hands were at her sides and her head on her pillow looking out to the strip. She was instructed not to move.
They had gone straight to the room after meeting Rachel and while Santana had wanted to make good on their appointment, Brittany had put a stop to any lady kisses. She noticed just how tense Santana had gotten after her meeting with Rachel. Brittany had had a great massage and was more relaxed than ever, but Santana wasn't relaxed at all.
While Santana finished getting dressed after their massage, Brittany had ordered some massage oils to be delivered to the suite. She had pulled out some money to pay but the lady behind the counter told her it was on the casino since it was for Santana. Brittany was starting to wonder if Santana paid for anything around here.
Brittany let her eyes linger on Santana's perfectly toned body. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed up Santana's smooth legs up to her naked back. She wanted to keep this PG and just help Santana relax but Brittany was finding it hard to stop leering at her girlfriend.
"So." Santana lifted herself on her elbows and turned back to Brittany with a smile. "Are you going to give me a massage or just stare at my butt all day."
"I wasn't staring!" Brittany protested climbing on the bed. "I was leering."
"Same thing Britt," Santana said with a chuckle.
"No," Brittany said as she straddled Santana, "Staring is just looking. Leering is perving. And I was totally perving on your body."
Santana took in a breath as she felt Brittany on top of her. Brittany had changed to cotton shorts and a simple T-shirt and Santana could feel Brittany's center rest on her butt. "I approve of the leering."
"OK sweetie," Brittany said, "Time for that massage. Lay back down."
Santana smiled. She was not expecting Brittany to do this and had put up a bit of a fight against it, but Santana was starting to realize she couldn't deny her girlfriend. And really, when your hot girlfriend tells you to strip down to your underwear and get on the bed, you do it.
"Mmmm hmmm," was all Santana could say. She closed her eyes and waited. Santana felt the warm oil hit her back. It smelled like lavender.
Brittany placed both her hand on either side of Santana's lower back and with a gentle pressure, moved them up smearing the oil along the length of Santana's back.
"Mmmm," Santana moaned. "You're better at this that that so called professional."
"You like it?"
Santana hummed her answer.
"I love your body," Brittany said as her hand reached Santana's shoulders and began to knead them, "You're really muscular for such a tiny person."
Santana let out a laugh. "Well, thanks…." Santana wanted to tell Brittany she loved her body as well. Loved how soft it felt, loved how Brittany's body was athletic yet delicate at the same time. But she couldn't. Brittany's hand were moving all over her back creating a sensation that was making Santana lose her senses.
Brittany moved her hands down Santana's arms, then up again. Santana really did have an amazing body. Brittany wanted to touch her everywhere to feel every inch. Maybe this massage wasn't such a good idea, Brittany thought, my hand is going to totally slip.
"We need more oil," Brittany said softly, "And I think you need a more thorough massage."
"B...," Santana breathed. She felt so relaxed, so safe in Brittany's hands.
Santana felt Brittany lift herself off.
"Don't tell me it's over," Santana whined.
"Not quite," Brittany said in such a sexy voice, that it made Santana's center come alive. "Umm, can… can I take this off?" Brittany had her hands on the elastic of Santana's underwear. Brittany wasn't sure why she was so hesitant. This was her girlfriend, she was allowed to see her naked. "You know cause we were naked at the massage place and that's how you are supposed to give massages."
"Right," Santana managed to say. She was already beyond turned on but was trying desperately to control herself. It was proving to be very difficult. Here she was in her underwear with Brittany's hands all over her and add the sexual frustration of this past week, and you got a very weak Santana. Now, Brittany was asking to take off her last bit of clothing. "OK."
Brittany placed a hand on either side of Santana's hips and slowly started to slide down Santana's underwear. Down her hips, down her thighs, down her calves, until finally Brittany discarded them on the floor. She took a breath and looked at the beauty laying on the bed. Santana was perfect. "Did I mention," Brittany began, her voice lustful, "That I love your body." Brittany already knew this was going to be more than just a massage. The wetness between her legs told her so.
More warm oil fell on Santana's thighs and Brittany's hands began to spread the oil evenly along the length of Santana's toned legs. More oil, this time on Santana's butt and again, Brittany's hand generously spread the liquid evenly along Santana's skin.
Brittany was kind of glad Santana couldn't see her just yet because then Santana would see just how turned on she was. She wanted to kiss and touch everywhere. "You're so beautiful."
"Britt…" Santana's breathing was too quick for someone who was supposed to be relaxing. Brittany's hands were like magic and every time they'd travel to the top of her legs, she anticipated them traveling between her them and entering her.
"Is this OK?" Brittany asked, her hands squeezing Santana's ass.
"Ye..yeah. Ahhh…B." Santana her arousal drenching her center.
She climbed back on Santana and when Santana's ass connected with her core, she knew she was in big trouble. "Can I…" Brittany didn't finish her sentence before Santana spoke.
"You can do anything," Santana said through heavy breaths, "Anything." Santana turned around between Brittany's legs and sat up. "Anything," she said again.
Brittany put her hand behind Santana's neck and kissed her. No more waiting. Santana was kissing her with such passion and want that it made Brittany whimper. She needed to tell Santana one more thing before they went any further. "Wait."
Santana pulled back. "What's wrong?"
Brittany closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of Santana's lips on hers. She was sure it was the best feeling in the world. "You make me forget everything," she said against Santana's lips, "You make me feel lighter and..."
Santana leaned back a bit further and caressed Brittany's face. "All I want is to see you happy. To see you enjoy your life and only have to worry about what you're going to have for lunch. And…and I hope I can make you happy, Britt."
"You do," Brittany whispered, "I…I love you, Santana." There. She said it. "I just wanted to say that before..you know."
"I love you too." Santana grinned. She felt that tingling sensation over her chest but it wasn't from arousal. It was from those three little words. "I've been wanting to tell you for a while but you beat me too it."
"Sorry," Brittany said with a smile. She looked down at Santana's bare chest. "Your boobs look delicious."
"Yeah?" Santana smirked. "Didn't you say you needed an hour to play around with them?"
"Uh huh," Brittany said with a smile, "Lie back down. I wanna finish your massage."
Santana kissed Brittany before doing as instructed. She looked up at her girlfriend and thanked all the Gods out there that she had found her. "No fair."
"What?"
"I'm totally naked but you're still dressed." Santana moved her hand across her stomach then down to her bare center and up again.
Brittany watched transfixed as Santana's hand came so close to…"You're the one getting a massage. Turn around."
"That'll make it really hard to play around with the girls here," Santana teased.
"Turn around," Brittany said again. She watched Santana smile then turn on her stomach.
Brittany placed her right hand on the small of Santana's back and massaged that spot. She let her hand travel down the curve of Santana's firm ass cheeks and then in between them, down until Santana felt Brittany's fingers on her outer lips.
"Fuck," Santana said, her voice strained. She spread her legs wider.
Brittany closed her eyes and took a moment to feel Santana on her fingers. With her right hand still teasing Santana, leaned forward, pressing her breasts on Santana's back. "I love you," she whispered in her ear.
"Love you.." Santana said through ragged breaths. And she did. She loved Brittany so much. It didn't matter they had only known each other a few months. It was enough.
"Do you want a happy ending Santana?" Brittany whispered.
"Yeees," Santana said, moving her arm up to grip the pillow. Santana spread her legs wider, opening for Brittany, "But...I want to...uh...feel you too. Take off your shirt."
Brittany pulled away, causing Santana to almost whimper in disappointment. It didn't last long though because Brittany quickly removed her shirt and bra and returned her hand right where it was. Teasing Santana.
Now, without a shirt, Brittany laid on top of Santana's back, pressing her bare breasts against the mocha skin. The body heat coming from both of them was intense.
"Santana." Brittany breathed. She slipped two fingers into her the woman she loved.
"Fuck...yes," Santana gasped, her breathing coming in long gasps.
Brittany began to kiss Santana's back as her right hand started pumping in and out of Santana. She adjusted her weight and moved her left hand underneath Santana to her clit. Santana to let out a cry. Brittany licked a part of Santana's top shoulder before kissing it. If Santana's shoulder tasted this good, Brittany couldn't wait to taste the rest of her.
As soon as Brittany's hand touched her clit, Santana almost came. "Oh God!" Santana cried.
Brittany started to rub the swollen knob slowly at first. Her hands were covered in Santana's arousal. As Brittany picked up her pace, Santana's cries got louder and louder. "You really are a loud one, aren't you?" Brittany teased.
Santana felt like the pressure build and build and build. "Ahhhh…Brriii.."
Santana's hips where moving against the mattress, trapping Brittany's hands between her wet lips and the bed. She needed release, needed Brittany too give it to her.
"Britt," Santana moaned, feeling Brittany's tongue all over her shoulders, "Yes...I'm...I'm..."
With one last thrust of her hips, Santana came on Brittany's hands. Her body shook intensely as she let out her last cries of pleasure.
Brittany pulled her fingers out but continued to massage Santana as she came down.
After a little while, Brittany rolled off and laid down next to Santana, looking at the ceiling.
"Was that happy?" Brittany asked, still a little out of breath.
"Almost," Santana said opening her eyes and looking at Brittany, "It's not fair you got to play masseuse."
"You wanna play?" Brittany asked.
"I want to rub this oil all over your body and see if I can make you feel as good," Santana said, still in a daze.
"Hmm, well you could definitely give it a try," Brittany said with an excited smile.
Santana lifted herself up and grabbed the massage oil bottle that had fallen between them. Brittany turned over to lay on her stomach and Santana straddled Brittany at her butt, her naked center coming in contact with Brittany's cotton shorts.
"Let's see what you got," Brittany said, her hands at her sides.
Santana hungrily eyed Brittany's naked back as she squirted some massage oil on her right hand. She was still on a high from her orgasm and wanted Brittany to feel the same. This, right here was the most sensual experience of her life.
"I tried to tell you earlier," Santana said softly as she began to glide her hand up and down Brittany's back, "That I love your body too."
Santana leaned down and kissed the middle of Brittany's back.
"….sexy..."
Santana kissed her way up to Brittany's neck and kissed her there.
"….perfect..."
"Mmmm," Brittany moaned softly. Every inch Santana touched or kissed felt like an electric shock.
Santana leaned back and continued to sensually, but firmly move her hands all over Brittany's back. Moments passed and Santana lifted herself slightly.
"Turn over," she told Brittany.
Without hesitation, Brittany slowly turned over to face Santana.
"You're doing a great job so far," Brittany said, her voice soft and relaxed. Santana saw Brittany's eyes hungrily travel up her body, "You should give naked massages more often."
"Your wish is my command," Santana said with a smile. She added more oil to her hand and then rubbed it on Brittany's stomach.
"Your body," Brittany began, her voice starting to get a little haggard, "Your body is so shiny from the oil."
Santana laughed.
"Shiny huh?"
"Mmmm hmm."
"You are quite shiny yourself," Santana said and she moved her hands up to Brittany's breasts, smearing the oil over her nipples. "Your boobs look delicious."
"Uh huh."
Santana took her time, massaging Brittany's chest and stomach. She watched as Brittany's eyes closed in pleasure. Santana moved her hands down to Brittany's hips and slowly started to move her shorts and underwear down.
"I'm missed a few spots," Santana said as she moved to completely remove Brittany's last shred of clothing.
"Santana..." Brittany breathed.
Adding more oil her hand, Santana massaged Brittany's calves...moving up her thighs, and finally to her hips.
Instinctively, Brittany parted her legs.
"Do you have some tension there too?" Santana asked, her voice deeper than normal at seeing Brittany open herself to her. Brittany was so wet and pink and Santana desperately wanted a taste.
Santana's hands moved to Brittany's hips as she settled her mouth right on Brittany's shiny slit.
"Ahhhh," Brittany gasped.
While Santana's hand massaged her hips, her mouth massaged Brittany's center. Santana heard Brittany gasp, moan, and make noises only Santana would ever hear.
"Oh God Santana!" Brittany gasped. Santana's mouth, her tongue, her hands, everything felt so good. Brittany moved her hips in rhythm with Santana's mouth wanting more. She felt that familiar pressure and tried too ride this wave of pleasure but Santana's magic mouth was making it hard. Brittany wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back.
Santana knew Brittany was close, she just knew. She moved her tongue and lips faster, adding more pressure. Her hands tried to keep Brittany's hips steady as they lifted up, demanding more contact. Santana knew, just a little...
"Saaaan!" Brittany cried out as she came. She felt dizzy and for a second forgot where she was.
Santana gave Brittany one last long lick before she began to kiss up Brittany's body.
"Did you like your massage?" Santana asked kissing Brittany.
"Very much," Brittany said breathless.
Santana kissed Brittany deeply, their oil soaked bodies rubbing against each other.
"Did you like your massage?" Brittany asked breaking their kiss.
"Oh yea!" Santana replied with a smile.
"We have to get more massage oil," Brittany said chuckling.
Santana settled her self on top of Brittany, smiling, her head resting on Brittany's chest. They remained that way for a long time.
Right before Santana was about to fall asleep, Brittany spoke. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to go back to only seeing you during lunch."
"Me neither," Santana said, lifting her head up and looking at Brittany, "I can make sure my days off are the same as yours. You can sleep here after your shifts…"
"I don't want to leave my sister alone," Brittany said.
"Oh, right. OK then, I'll sleep over at yours."
"My bed is tiny compared this your giant one," Brittany said, "And it's not as comfy."
Santana inched up and connected her lips to Brittany's. She settled herself on top of her girlfriend, never breaking their kiss.
Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and sucked on Santana's tongue making the smaller woman moan.
Santana pulled back and lightly bit Brittany's lower lip before completely separating. "I don't care about the bed. I care about being able to kiss you like that before we go to sleep. I want to kiss you like that after we wake up. I want to kiss you like that throughout the day."
Brittany had never had anyone say something like that to her. Never had anyone want her as much as Santana did. She knew exactly how Santana felt because she felt it too. "I want that too." Brittany resumed their kiss, deeper than before. She wanted Santana again.
Brittany flipped them over, with her on top.
"Umph!" Santana was surprised at the sudden change in positions.
Brittany pulled back to look at Santana. "Once Jenny goes off to college, I won't have to work as much. She has a full scholarship and my mom had a savings account for her for college so she'll be OK."
Santana nodded.
"It's just a few more months," Brittany went on, "Then I can sleep over all the time. Can you wait for me? Just a few months."
"Oh honey," Santana said, sweetly, "I'm not going anywhere. I love you. We'll figure this out."
Brittany smiled. "OK." This was going to work. She inched lower and took one of Santana's dark nipples in her mouth.
"Is it time for another massage?" Santana closed her eyes and savored the feeling of Brittany's lips on her.
"Yeah." Brittany opened her mouth wider and took more of Santana in. She used her other hand to knead the other breast. She really was going to need that hour. Santana had the most perfect breasts.
"Britt…"
She spent a while giving Santana's chest all her undivided attention. They really were perfect. Santana almost came from that attention which made Brittany feel a little proud of herself. She eventually ventured down and her chin came in contact with Santana's very wet sex. She took in a deep breath and moaned. Santana's scent was hers to smell and no one else's. She went just a bit further and took Santana in her mouth.
Maybe I'll spend an hour down here too, Brittany thought.
-tbc-