Santana tried to stay focused and pay attention to what Mercedes was saying. She really did, but her attention was on her girlfriend as she walked to the bar to get them drinks. Santana had wanted to stay in the suite and continue making sweet and hot, oh so hot, love to Brittany. Santana could still taste Brittany when she licked her lips. She liked Kurt but right now she was cursing him for having his birthday party on the same night she and Brittany had finally made love. All she kept thinking about was going back to the suite and taste Brittany again.
"Right?"
Santana snapped her attention back to Mercedes. "Uh, yeah. Right." She had no clue what she had just agreed on.
"So, you and Britt?" Mercedes asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What about us?"
"You two the real thing?"
The loud music of the club rang in Santana's ears. She nodded. "I love her."
"Good," Mercedes said, "That girl is the nicest and sweetest person ever. She deserves to be happy."
"I know," Santana agreed, "Don't worry. I'll take care of her."
"You better!"
Santana let out a squeak when she felt Brittany behind her.
"Here you go," Brittany said, holding out a drink, "Sorry I took so long."
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You were gone for like 3 minutes."
Santana took the drink then turned around. "I missed you."
Brittany leaned in and kissed her beautiful girlfriend. "Me too."
"I guess that's my cue to continue on to the bathroom," Mercedes said, then left.
Brittany wasn't sure if Mercedes had left or not because all her attention was on Santana. "Remember the plan. Two hours then we go back and continue our party upstairs." Brittany really wanted to leave now and spend the rest of the night with her face buried between Santana's legs but she promised Kurt to be here. "I want you so bad."
"Me too," Santana said as she wrapped her hand around Brittany's neck, careful not to spill her drink, "I don't want to drink this because I don't want to lose the taste of you in my mouth."
Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana, her tongue immediately entering Santana's mouth. Santana opened wide and allowed Brittany to take control. If it wasn't for the loud music, Brittany's moan would have been heard by everyone. "We should… go back to the group," Brittany managed to get out despite her haggard breathing.
Santana licked Brittany's lower lip. "Let's go back upstairs," Santana said.
"What?" Brittany wished the music wasn't so loud.
Santana licked Brittany's lips again before moving her mouth to Brittany's ear. "Let's go back upstairs!"
Brittany closed her eyes and willed herself to talk. "Two more hours then we can go upstairs and I can lick every inch of your body."
Santana groaned. "That's not helping."
"Two hours, then we can go upstairs and I can fuck you with my tongue." Brittany licked Santana's ear, her breathing coming in gasps. She had never been this forward and was never one for dirty talk. But with Santana…. God, with Santana she was free to be that dirty talker. Free to be whoever she wanted because she knew Santana would accept her. She was never letting her go.
Santana let her imagination take over, imagining Brittany between her legs, fucking her with that long, thick tongue of hers. "Again, not helping."
Brittany pulled back and winked at her girlfriend. "Let's go back to the group." Again, neither made an attempt to leave.
Santana groaned. They had spent the rest of the afternoon making love. That's the only way Santana could describe it. It sounded cheesy but that's what it was. It wasn't just sex. Santana had had plenty of "just sex" sex and knew the difference. Being with Brittany was different and it was something she had never experienced before. It was something she wanted to experience for the rest of her life. "Do we have to?"
Brittany smiled and kissed Santana. "Just a bit more OK?" She pulled back an gently kissed Santana's chin.
Brittany saw the disappointment in Santana's eyes at hearing they had to go back to the group. She was disappointed too. She had hated having to get out of bed and get dressed to come to Kurt's party, but they had promised to be here. Brittany kissed Santana's perfect nose. God, did she love her. She had never felt like this before. Completely and utterly happy. Being with Santana, in every way, was beyond words. Santana was everything she ever wanted.
"I love you," Santana said.
"I love you too," Brittany said, smiling. She felt drunk but not from the alcohol. She was drunk on Santana. Their time together in the suite had been perfect, just exploring each other. Feeling each other. Tasting each other.
Santana leaned in and kissed her girlfriend again. Slowly. She opened her mouth and felt Brittany seek out her tongue. Santana gladly offered it to her and Brittany began to suck. Santana moaned. She had discovered Brittany loved to do that and Santana loved when she did. It was so hot.
Brittany sucked on Santana's sweet tongue and forgot that they were in a crowded, loud club. She would have happily continued to massage Santana's tongue with her own if some jerk hadn't bumped into her and broken the tongue paradise she was lost in. "We should really go this time," Brittany said against Santana's lips.
"What?" Again, Santana couldn't hear anything over the music. She felt dizzy from Brittany's kiss.
Brittany smiled and moved her mouth right up against Santana's ear. "We should go back to our friends!"
Santana groaned. She didn't want to be rude to Kurt on his birthday but, come on! "OK."
They, reluctantly, walked back to to where their friend were sitting and joined them at their private section.
"Nice of you to join us!" Kurt shouted. He didn't look mad for which Brittany was grateful.
"Hey guys," Quinn said, drink in hand.
"Hi," Blaine said, "Sure did take you a long time to get a drink. Especially when we have bottle service here."
"Shut it Blaine," Santana said.
"Hey," Brittany said, "We ran into Mercedes. She had to pee."
"Thanks for the update" Quinn said with a laugh, "Everyone's accounted for then? Guess we have ourselves a party!"
Santana looked around and was surprised at how many people she knew. There was Puck talking to Finn. Artie and Mike were having some sort of drinking contest. Mercedes came back and joined Quinn and Blaine. Kurt took a drink and came up to her and Brittany. "We are going to get so drunk tonight! No excuses."
"We'll see." Santana took a sip of her drink to please Kurt. She scanned the room again and smiled. She had been so worried she wouldn't make friends here, but she did. Not only did she have friends, but she had also fallen in love.
Brittany quickly kissed Santana before going over to Quinn to catch up. She didn't have to worry about Santana because everyone here would make sure she wasn't left out. As much as she wanted to go back to the room and make love to Santana, she had to admit that she loved how free she felt right now. There was nothing to worry about. All Brittany had to worry about was having fun. She loved this feeling and knew it was just a preview of what was to come.
The party continued for a while before Rachel Berry made an appearance.
"Oh, hell no," Santana said under her breath. She was buzzed and not on the clock, so there was no way she was dealing with Diva Streisand right now.
"This is fun!" Rachel practically shouted, a drink in her hand.
Brittany stepped up to Rachel, confused. "What are you doing here?"
Before Rachel could answer, Kurt spoke up. "I invited her."
"Really?" Brittany didn't want Rachel to bother Santana.
"Yes," Kurt continued, "We ran into each other at the buffet the other day and started talking."
"Umm…OK." Brittany shrugged her shoulders then spoke to Rachel. "Santana is off the clock, OK?"
"Of course," Rachel said raising her hands in surrender, "I'm just here to have fun."
Kurt leaned in and whispered in Brittany's ear. "I'm trying to get a job as her costume designer. Be nice."
Brittany smiled and let the two of them to talk. She went to Santana, pulling her away from her conversation with Mercedes and Mike. "I wanna dance."
Santana waved bye to her friends as Brittany pulled her into the dance floor.
Santana took Brittany in her arms and, even though the music was fast, they danced as if they were dancing a slow one. Santana took Brittany's hand in hers and wrapped her free one around Brittany's waist.
"Everyone is so drunk," Santana said, her lips close to Brittany's ear, "Are you having fun?"
"Yup," Brittany answered, her mouth close to Santana's ear.
"Me too." Santana smiled. She buried her face in Brittany's neck and took a deep breath. Brittany smelled so good that Santana licked her neck.
"How many shots did you have?" Brittany asked, moving her neck to allow Santana easier access.
"Two or five," she answered and pressed her body closer to Brittany's. Santana moved her free hand from Brittany's waist down to her ass and licked her neck again.
"I'm learning that the drunker you are, the hornier you get," Brittany said moving her free hand between them and caressing Santana's breast.
Santana let out a moan. She was grateful for the loud music so that no one around them could hear her. But Santana knew they were attracting onlookers, so she pulled back.
"I want to show you something," Santana said and led Brittany off the dance floor to the far back of the club to a flight of stairs. The second floor of the club was closed to the public as it was undergoing major renovations.
"Where does this go?" Brittany asked, "I didn't even noticed there was a second floor!"
"Let me show you," Santana said.
They went up the stairs and came across three doors, each door lead to a private balcony room that looked down into the club through a glass wall. Santana had discovered that the construction crew had finished a room last week. It was furnished and was to be used as model for the test of the rooms. She tried the knob on the center door and it was unlocked.
"Wow!" Brittany said, "You can see the whole club." The room was the size of a small living room and kind of looked like one too. Brittany walked over to the large window making up the front wall where she had a bird's eye view of everyone.
"It's a one way mirror," Santana said.
"So...we can see them, but..."
"They can't see us," Santana finished, a playful smile on her face, "They're going to build a few rooms for VIP guests. This one is like the prototype.
"You can't even tell these are here," Brittany said. In the small room was a chair, a long couch and a table. The music only a loud murmur.
While Brittany went to go sit on the coach, Santana made sure the door was locked.
"Looks like no one has noticed we are gone," Brittany said amused, looking through the mirror.
Santana sat next to Brittany and took her hand, "I don't have to be drunk for you to make me horny, you know."
Brittany turned to Santana and Santana's heart quickened.
"I know," Brittany said as she slowly moved to straddle Santana.
"Beautiful," Santana said softly.
"I really love that I can do this anytime I want now," Brittany teased.
Brittany lifted her dress up and settled herself on top of Santana. Santana's breathing started to pick up. She ran her hands up Brittany's thighs and squeezed.
Brittany looked down at Santana and moved her hands behind Santana's neck, brining her in for a kiss.
Santana opened her mouth and allowed Brittany's tongue to enter and Santana could taste the margaritas Brittany had had.
"Mmmm," Santana moaned, her hand moving up and down Brittany's thighs.
"You are," Brittany said breaking away, "Two shots and four drinks horny."
"Yeah?" Santana asked, her voice coming in gasps, "Even if I hadn't had...hadn't had the drinks, I'd still be in this state. With you and that dress...and now your legs around me."
Santana looked down and appreciated Brittany's soft, supple breasts that were right in front of her face. Teasing her. She need one in her mouth. Now.
Santana reached up and moved one of the straps from Brittany's dress down her shoulder.
"Are you sure they can't see us?" Brittany asked, her eyes closing, her breathing heavy.
"Yeah," Santana said. She looked past Brittany and saw everyone dancing, drinking and they had no idea what was going on above them.
"Wait, what about the cameras?" Brittany scanned the room trying to find the ubiquitous black orbs scatted throughout the hotel.
"There was an issue with some of the wiring so they don't work just yet." Santana moved the strap down more until it couldn't go an further. But it was still not enough. She moved her hand behind Brittany and found the zipper of her dress. She pulled it down.
Brittany let out a gasp and opened her eyes. Santana had pure lust and love in her eyes. With the zipper down, the strap fell further down, and one of Brittany's breast was able to escape. But not for long.
Santana captured the bare breast in her mouth and sucked.
"Ahhhh!" Brittany moaned as she pressed her chest closer to Santana's mouth.
Brittany gripped Santana's shoulders.
Santana's center was throbbing, her tongue moving expertly around the nipple, her hands trying to bring Brittany closer.
"You make me so wet," Santana said pulling back. She looked up at Brittany, "Do I make you wet?"
Brittany didn't answer. Instead she leaned down and captured Santana's mouth in hers. She took Santana's hand and placed it between her parted legs.
Santana felt Brittany's panties. They were wet, soaked with her desire.
"Yes," Brittany said softly.
Santana moved the panties aside and easily inserted two fingers.
"FUCK" Brittany gasped.
Santana pressed her face in Brittany's chest as Brittany began to grind herself on her fingers, creating the friction she needed on her hard sensitive clit with her thumb. Faster and faster. Santana moved her fingers in and out of Brittany...faster and faster. During Brittany's frantic pace, the other strap of the dress had fallen down and her other breast was exposed, and Santana immediately took the mound in her mouth.
"Saaan," Brittany tried to say.
Santana's hand kept up with Brittany's pace and Santana felt Brittany's arousal dripping down her hand. Brittany was moving up and down, down and up, and moaning, breathing Santana's name.
"I'm...baby...oh fuck," Brittany said, "I'm..." With a final jerk, Brittany's thighs clasped around Santana and she came so hard, Santana was sure someone had heard.
"AHHHHHRH!"
Brittany collapsed on top of Santana who pulled her fingers out and hugged her tight. Santana waited until Brittany returned to normal.
"Looks like we put this room to good use," Santana said, causing Brittany to laugh.
Santana looked at Brittany and loved what she saw. Brittany's hair was messy, sweat glistening on her skin, a "I just got fucked" look on her face.
"This is my favorite part," Santana said, pushing some of Brittany's hair back, "Watching you recover from your orgasm."
"It's..." Brittany began, her voice hoarse, "It's not the part where I scream your name?"
"That too," Santana said, looking deep into Brittany's eyes.
"Its not the part when you're inside me with your fingers or tongue?"
"That too," Santana said, her breathing picking up again. Hearing Brittany talk like that was intensifying her already desire.
"It's not the part where you lick...touch... kiss me?" Brittany asked as she leaned down to kiss Santana's neck, "It's not the part where you kiss me so deep, it seems like we're about to swallow each other whole."
Santana leaned back on the coach and melted into Brittany's touch, her words, "All of it," Santana said her eyes closed in ecstasy as Brittany's lips left a hot trail down her neck.
"We should get back," Brittany said pulling away to look at Santana.
"What?" Santana asked almost in a whimper, "We can't go!"
"No?" Brittany asked with a coy smile.
"You can't leave me like this?" Santana pleaded, the throbbing in her clit so intense she couldn't take it anymore.
"Drunk horny?" Brittany asked, obviously enjoying game.
"Britt," Santana pleaded.
"I wanted to get you four shots and six drinks horny," Brittany said placing a light kiss on Santana's lips.
"You...you're so mean," Santana managed to say. She found the strength to take Brittany's hand and guide it between them, to her center, "Would you leave me like this?"
Brittany closed her eyes and let out a moan. Her hand coming in contact with Santana's soaked center. Brittany got off of Santana and moved her to lie down on the coach, where Brittany settled herself on top of Santana.
"You're right," Brittany said into Santana's mouth, "I can't leave you like that."
Santana captured Brittany's mouth in hers and kissed her. Santana felt Brittany inch her dress up to her waist, exposing Santana to the cool air. Brittany thrust her hand down Santana's panties and entered her quickly and forcefully.
"FUCK!" Santana cried out. Through the glass everyone was dancing, the base of the music bouncing off the balcony walls, no one aware of the pleasure Santana was feeling and expressing.
"Briiiitt!" Santana almost screamed as Brittany began to thrust in and out of her, Brittany's soft lips never more than a few centimeters from Santana's mouth.
Santana had one leg almost resting on top of he couch, while the other touched the ground. Santana was so close...she pulled Brittany closer...this woman drove her crazy.
Brittany kept her pace and Santana was sure they had moved the coach with their movements. Santana felt an intense pressure that just needed a few more...
"AHHHH...!" Santana screamed as she came.
Brittany kissed Santana's lips and then moved to her neck, slowly pulling out.
"You feel better?" Brittany asked, her eyebrow raised.
"God, yes," Santana breathed.
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Santana and Brittany cleaned themselves up and got ready to head back to the group.
"You don't think they'll suspect, do you?" Brittany asked, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress.
"They're probably so drunk by now, they won't notice the goofy-I-just-got-fucked-grin on your face," Santana said. She really had to fight the urge to keep her energy up. All she wanted to do was go home and lie in bed, naked and her arms around Brittany.
"What about you?" Brittany teased, "You are so obvious." Brittany smiled seeing just how adorable Santana looked and totally transparent that she had just had sex.
"That's your fault," Santana said put her arms around Brittany's waist, "You're just so good, that it takes me a while to recover," she leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"That is true," Brittany said, kissing back. The kiss was slow, sensual, sweet. "Mmmm," Brittany moaned then pulled back, "Come on," she grabbed Santana's hand, "Let's go or we'll never get out of this room."
"Fine by me," Santana said, "Let's go. Let's go to bed," she placed a kiss on Brittany's forehead
"Just a little longer," Brittany said softly, "Let's get another drink."
"Trying to get me more drunk are we?" Santana teased.
Brittany smiled and guided Santana out of the private room.
They walked back to the bar and ordered. Once they had their drinks, they headed back to the group.
"What the fuck!?" Kurt asked almost tipping to one side, "Shit! You dance like 50 songs?"
"We felt like dancing," Brittany said with a smile.
Santana was grateful that at least one of them could form coherent sentences. She took a sip of her drink as she and Brittany sat back down in their seats.
"It was a very, very good song," Santana said slowly, a lazy smile on her face. She laughed at her own inside joke.
"What's so funny?" Quinn asked, standing by Kurt.
"Don't mind her," Brittany said, starting to laugh, "She's tipsy."
Santana laughed harder.
"Maybe we should cut her off," Quinn said amused.
"She's fine," Brittany said. She brought Santana closer. "Aren't you?"
"Sure….yup!" Santana relaxed into Brittany's arms.
Brittany let out a laugh. She was really liking drunk Santana. It was just another side of Santana she was introduced to and one that she thought was perfect.
"Shit," Quinn said, shaking her head, "You two are so fucking wasted."
"It's a party!" Brittany said, lifting her drink.
"I need to pee," Santana blurted out. She put her drink down and untangled herself from Brittany before getting up. "I'll be back."
"Want me to come with you?"
"I'm OK," Santana said, "I'll be 'ight back."
Brittany saw Santana wobble a bit as she walked and went to wrap her arms around her girlfriend's waist. "I should go with you."
Santana shook her head. "No honey," she said, "If you go with me, I'm going to drag…drag you into a stall and fuck you a…again."
"That sounds like fun." Brittany has turned on again. She really did love all this dirty talk with Santana. "I want you to fuck me again. This time, with your tongue."
"Shit." Santana closed her eyes and saw herself with her face buried deep between Brittany's legs, Brittany's sweet wetness dribbling down her chin as she licked….She opened her eyes. " No! No! You're a bad influence. No more public sexcapades, OK?"
"Fine," Brittany said, her pout at full force.
"Ugh, Britt." Santana both hated and loved that pout. "Let's clock in another 20 minutes then we'll leave."
Brittany smiled. "OK."
Santana kissed Brittany and set out to the restroom.
Brittany bit her lip as she smiled.
"You guys are so gross," Puck said, coming up to Brittany, "I mean, you're so in love it's disgusting."
"Beyond disgusting," Brittany agreed with a laugh. She hooked her arm around Puck's. "Get used to it."
Santana managed to get to the bathroom, pee and wash her hands. She was more than a little drunk. She felt like she was dreaming but knew she wasn't. The drinks and everything Brittany had completely overtaken her senses.
She finished washing her hands and exited the bathroom. As she walked out she bumped into someone. "Oh sorry!"
"Ms. Lopez! Santana!"
Santana looked up to see Sue's assistant. Ellen? No, Elaine. "Oh hi!"
"You look like you're having fun," Elaine said with a laugh.
"Just a bit."
"Here, let me buy you a drink," Elaine said eagerly with a big smile.
Santana politely declined. "I've had way too much already. Thank you though."
"Come on," Elaine insisted, "It's the least I can do. Think of it as a consolation for having to deal with Sue."
"I should buy you a whole case of vodka then," Santana laughed, "Look, I do appreciate it, but I should get back to my friends."
Santana saw the assistant step closer and if her reflexes weren't so slow due to all the drinking, she would have stepped back.
"Maybe some other time then," Elaine said, reaching to caress Santana's arm, "I do have to call you later this week to set up another meeting with Sue. We'll set something up then too? Drinks or dinner?"
Santana had meant to tell this woman to back off, but all that came out was "Brittany!"
Elaine looked utterly confused.
"My girlfriend," Santana managed to say, "Imma gonna go back to her. Bye."
Before Elaine could say anything, Santana left.
Brittany saw Santana practically running back to her. "What's wrong?"
Santana shook her head. "I ran, ran into Sue's assistant and, just had to get away."
"Ugh." Brittany rolled her eyes. "You're on vacation!"
"How much longer?" Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and rested her head on Brittany's chest.
Brittany kissed Santana's head. "Now. Let's go."
They said said good bye to their friends and headed back to the room. Within 15 minutes of being in the room, they were ready for bed.
Santana climbed into bed with Brittany right behind her. "I'm supposed to…." Santana yawned. "…bury my face between your legs."
Brittany laughed and brought Santana closer to her. Her little spoon. "Oh, you will. But tomorrow, OK?"
"…'ove you." Santana mumbled.
"Love you too." Brittany said and drifted off to sleep right along Santana.
-tbc-
A/N: Thank you to everyone still reading and to those taking the time to review. It's easy to forget about a story when there isn't regular updates. It also a good reminder that goes through my brain: "Shit! I've got people waiting to read what happens!" :-P
Thanks again!