Santana never thought she'd find herself here. She hated romantic movies where the main characters found "true love" or whatever so easily. She always rolled her eyes when she saw couples go overboard with their gross PDA. She never really understood the concept of "making love" because it was all about sex. For Santana, it was almost always about her own pleasure and how she was going to get off. She never thought she'd feel differently.
She was wrong.
Santana found herself with her tongue deep inside her girlfriend, thrusting in and out. Savoring the unique taste that was Brittany and making sure Brittany reached her peak, and by the sounds Brittany was making, it was soon. Santana didn't think about her own release or think about how her own clit was so swollen it was almost painful. All she thought about was giving Brittany pleasure. Last night, she had told Brittany she would bury her face between her legs and Santana Lopez always keeps her promises.
They had woken up way too early again and had gotten so far as washing their faces and brushing their teeth before Santana realized it was barely half past six in the morning. Santana had eaten and drank water after every shot so she wasn't too hung over. She was an expert partier. When she saw the time she pulled Brittany out of the bathroom and back in bed. "Way too early, sweetie," she had said. Brittany had soon fallen back asleep. But a couple of hours later, Santana decided to wake Brittany up.
"Sa….Sannt….," Brittany arched her back, trying to say Santana's name. She was so close. Santana had woken her up by trailing kisses from her forehead all the way down to her center. She had also managed to remove all of Brittany's clothing without her knowing. Brittany had thought she was dreaming at first but when she felt a long lick on her center, she woke up. She wasn't sure how long Santana had been down there. It felt like seconds and hours at once. "San..lick that…fuck meeeee!"
There was no feeling in the world than being woken up by the woman you love. She reached down and placed her hands on Santana's head, pushing it just a little bit closer.
Santana dipped her tongue as deep as she could and opened her mouth wider, letting Brittany invade her mouth. "Mmmmm." Santana was in awe at how someone could taste so delicious. She continued her feast until she felt Brittany cant her hips and her thighs almost crushing her head.
"Ah..ah…ah…" Brittany panted, unable to catch her breath. Santana was killing her in the best way. It was too much and she felt so out of control. Brittany came hard, screaming Santana's name.
Santana lapped up the stream of Brittany's cum as it cascaded down her folds and into Santana's mouth. The taste, scent and feel of Brittany was euphoric. Santana breathed in and moaned. "So….good," she said as she licked the the length of Brittany's center. Santana felt her girlfriend flinch a bit when Santana's tongue grazed Brittany's very sensitive bud. Santana rubbed her face in Brittany's folds and soon found her chin, cheeks, nose and mouth drenched in Brittany's juices. This is heaven, she thought.
Despite feeling like she just ran a marathon, Brittany managed to sit up and as a result forced Santana to unattached herself from her current meal.
"Britt," Santana whined, "I wasn't finished."
Brittany giggled and scooted back until her back was to the headboard. "Come here." She watched as an underwear clad Santana came to her. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a thin cotton tank top and Brittany could see hard nipples.
Santana did as instructed and when she got close enough, Brittany pulled her by her thighs and had Santana straddle her.
Brittany put her arms around Santana's waist. "Your face is all wet."
"Yeah, well, someone really enjoyed my tongue doing its magic," Santana smirked. She licked all around her lips not yet ready to stop tasting her girlfriend.
Brittany felt her breathing pick up at watching Santana lick her lips. This was one of the hottest sights Brittany had ever seen. Santana's face was glistening with what Brittany knew was her arousal. "How…how do I taste?" she whispered.
Santana bit her lip and leaned in closer. "You tell me."
Brittany groaned as she stuck out her tongue and licked Santana's chin and every other part of her face that was covered in her arousal. Tasting herself was both weird and hot. She wiggled her tongue between Santana's lips indicating her girlfriend to stick out hers. When Santana complied, Brittany began sucking on it and tasting more of herself.
Santana let out a loud moan. She was already so swollen with desire that she knew anything would get her off. She opened her eyes when Brittany let her go. "You, uh, really like doing that."
"Is that OK? If you don't like it…."
"No, no," Santana quickly protested, "I mean, I do like it. Love it actually. I just have one complaint."
"What?" Brittany asked, concerned.
"That you let me do it to you more," Santana said with a smirk, "Why should you have all the fun."
Brittany smirked and stuck out her tongue and waited.
Santana bit her lip and watched as Brittany stuck out her long tongue and as soon as it was all out, Santana dove in. She'd never really done this with anyone. Sure, you do the occasional tongue suck with a kiss, but this was different. Feeling Brittany's thick tongue between her lips was unreal. "How was that?" Santana asked pulling back, her forehead resting on Brittany's.
"OK, yeah." Brittany felt dizzy and drugged. "We should…we should for sure take turns. That was so hot."
Santana smiled and aligned her lips with Brittany's and kissed her hard. It was a hungry and sloppy kiss and it was perfect. She started thrusting her hips, unconsciously wanting some friction. She was still dangerously turned on.
Brittany pulled back and took off Santana's shirt, letting the world's most perfect breasts free. "I could suck on these forever."
"Who knew the nice and sweet taxi driver I first met was such a sex goddess," Santana said with a chuckle.
"I've…I'm not like this." Brittany confessed, looking into Santana's eyes.
"Like what?" Santana placed her hands on Brittany's shoulders
"So demanding," Brittany admitted shyly, "I don't…I've never talked, like dirty talk. I've never really been this forward."
Santana smiled and kissed Brittany. "I love it."
"Really?" Brittany reached up and placed her hand on Santana's cheek.
Santana nodded. "I want you to be you, Britt. If that's a dirty-mouthed-demanding-sex-goddess, all the better. I love that you are so open with me. I never want you to hold back with me."
Brittany nodded and smiled.
"Anything you want, just tell me," Santana continued, "If you want me to fuck you with a strap-on, I'll order one right now. Whatever you want. Whatever your body needs, I'll give it to you. You just have to tell me."
"My body needs you." Brittany felt so relieved. She knew Santana wouldn't judge her but it was comforting to hear it. "You make me feel like a girl again, like my body wakes up and I just want to do everything. With you."
"Me too." Santana felt her heart soar at Brittany's confession and she should confess too. "I've always been so closed off, you know. Even with sex, it was mostly, 'wham bam thank you ma'am'. I've never trusted anyone enough to reveal my sexual secrets. Or any secret really."
Brittany pulled Santana in for a kiss. God, she loved this woman. She had never felt more connected to anyone before either. "Tell me your secrets." Brittany kissed her again. "And whatever you want, I'll do it too. Be open with me too, OK?"
Santana nodded. "Here's a secret. I…I really love science fiction movies and TV shows and I've been to a couple Star Trek conventions."
Brittany tried not to smile but failed. "Did you dress up at the conventions?"
Santana nodded again. She should be feeling embarrassed but she wasn't and she loved the coy smile Brittany was giving her.
"Do you have pictures?" Brittany continued to tease her.
"Uh huh. I have Federation uniform from the original Star Trek when the women wore these short dresses that…"
"I know the ones!" Brittany interrupted, suddenly imagining Santana in that short, short dress. "Can..can you wear it for me sometime?"
"I promise I will." Santana placed a small kiss on Brittany's lips. "What else do you want me to do, Britt-Britt?"
"You said anything right?"
Santana suddenly had a horrible image in her head. "Wait, before you say anything, there is one thing I won't do."
"What?"
"No threesomes," Santana said, sternly, "I don't want anyone else with us. I don't share and I sure as hell don't want anyone else's hands on you. Or on me for that matter. If you want to do something that requires another body, we'll go buy a blow up doll or something." By the time she finished her sentence, Santana was a bit upset just thinking of another person invading their bed.
Brittany shook her head. "No way! I don't want that either. I'm a sharer but not with you. You are totally mine and I'm yours."
Santana let out a breath. "Good."
"I was going to say," Brittany continued, "I kinda have this, umm, famish."
"I think you mean fetish, honey."
"Yeah, that," Brittany said, "Umm, next time, can you lick my…armpits."
"Really?" Santana was not expecting that. "Wanky."
"It's dumb…"
"No," Santana said, "It's sexy. What else?"
Feeling more confident, Brittany grabbed both of Santana's breasts and started to fondle them. "The strap-on sounds fun. Can we do that?"
Santana leaned back on Brittany's thighs and closed her eyes, losing herself in Brittany's touch. "Ye..yes. We can go get one today. There's a sex shop on ev…every corner here."
Brittany leaned forward and took Santana's right nipple in her mouth.
Santana gasped and opened her eyes. She really, really needed release. "Britt.." She felt her panties get wetter and some of her desire dripping down her thigh.
"I want…" Brittany gently bit the dark, erect nipple. "I want to pour chocolate syrup on your breasts and lick them clean."
"Fuck Britt," Santana breathed. She pushed Brittany away from her chest to look at her. "That was one of my sex secrets."
"Oh yeah?"
"Syrup or whip cream…." Santana grabbed her own breasts. "All over my tits and being your personal buffet."
"I love buffets," Brittany said, mesmerized by watching Santana touch herself. "What else do you want? Tell me."
"I want to watch you." Santana let go of own breasts and reached for Brittany's, squeezing them. "I want to watch you touch yourself."
Brittany leaned back on the headboard and sighed. "You like to watch?"
"I like to watch you."
"Tell me more." Brittany was wet again. Sharing such intimate desires with Santana was so erotic and beautiful. She ran her hands up Santana's thighs and quickly came in contact with wetness and was remedied that Santana hadn't been taken care of yet. "Tell me." Brittany traced a finger along the hem of Santana's underwear.
"Lap dance." Santana gasped as Brittany's finger grazed her swollen center. "I want a lap dance."
"Done." Brittany pushed Santana's damp underwear aside and inserted two fingers into her girlfriend's hot, tight opening.
"Fuuuck." Santana let go of Brittany's breasts and moved her hand to her broad shoulders to balance herself better as she began to hump Brittany's fingers. "I want….OH GOD… I want…to fuck in your taxi."
Brittany bent her legs making Santana slide further down into her fingers. She used her thumb to tease her hard clit. "Done. That was one of my sex secrets too."
Santana picked up her pace, slamming down on Brittany's long fingers and making sure Brittany's thumb hit her right where she needed. She really wished she had taken off her underwear because now it was just fucking annoying. She took her hands off Brittany's shoulders and went to rip the cotton panties from either side of her hips.
"Oh my God!" Just when Brittany thought this morning couldn't get any hotter, it did. Santana had actually ripped her underwear off and thrown it to the side, never once stopping her movements. "I have one."
"Wha..what baby?" Santana was so close. She moved her hands back to Brittany's shoulders for leverage, her breasts bouncing as she fucked Brittany's hand.
"I what you to rip my clothes off." Brittany buried her face between Santana's chest. "Then fuck me."
"Done," Santana said through her moans.
Brittany's hand was soaked and she really wanted a taste. She took her free hand and smeared it with Santana's cum then brought it to her mouth.
Santana watched Brittany suck her own fingers. Fingers wet with her arousal and with a few more thrusts, came with a force that caused her to leak even more, all the while screaming Brittany's name.
Watching Santana orgasm was one of Brittany's favorite sights. As Santana slumped forward, Brittany lowered her legs and positioned both of them so Santana was now laying flat on the bed with Brittany between her legs. Santana was still so wet and there was so much that Brittany had to have another taste. She lowered her face between her lover's legs and began to clean her up.
Santana felt her body jolt when Brittany began to suck on her sensitive folds. "Britt…stop."
"Just a little more," Brittany mumbled against Santana's center producing more of that sweet liquid.
Santana felt herself tighten again and before she knew it, she came again against Brittany's mouth.
Brittany felt Santana's hands on her head pulling her up. She kissed Santana all the way up. "Is my face all wet?" she asked with a chuckle.
"You suck," Santana smirked.
"I was trying to," Brittany joked.
Santana imitated Brittany's actions form earlier and licked her cum off Brittany's face. "You taste so much better."
"Disagree." Brittany kissed her girlfriend's forehead before nuzzling Santana's neck.
They stayed still for a while, recovering.
Brittany was the first to speak. "Honey?"
"Mmmm?" Santana couldn't find the strength to form words right now.
"I really loved when you came on my face. So I want to add that to the sex secret list."
Santana let out a laugh. "Good, cause I really loved when you came on my face."
"Next time I want you to sit on my face." Brittany snuggled closer and Santana hugged her tighter.
"Only if you sit on mine."
"We smell like sex."
"Our sex," Santana hummed, "Sweet, loving sex."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Britt." Santana kissed the top of Brittany's head.
"Do you have any more sex secrets?"
Santana smiled. "I'm sure I do, but I can't think straight right now." She ran her hand up and down Brittany's back. "I'll let you know when I can think again. Do you have one?"
"Umm….let's see. I really want to scissor."
"How have we not done that yet?" Santana wondered with a chuckle. "Yeah, that's for sure on the list."
Giggling, Brittany moved to lay on her side to face Santana. "We have a long list."
"Mmm hmmm." Santana hummed and laid on her side to face her girlfriend. She draped a naked leg around Brittany's hip. "OK, I thought of another one for me."
"Do you what me to dress up like a Klingon?" Brittany asked, totally serious.
Santana simply burst out laughing. "No….sweetie, if I'm going to ask you to dress up as a Star Trek character, it's definitely not going to be a Klingon."
"That's the only characters I really know." Brittany joined in Santana's laughter. "And Spock. Do you want me to dress up like Spock?"
Santana brought Brittany in for a kiss. "You're perfect." She kissed her again. "I'll pick a good character OK?"
Brittany smiled and nodded. "So what is it?" Brittany caressed Santana's arm and slowly let her hand slid down to Santana's breast.
"Really?" Santana playfully rolled her eyes. "We just went two very hot and heavy rounds."
"Your boobs are my kryptonite," Brittany pouted.
"Let me have a quick break then you can have at them."
"Fine, fine." Brittany gave it a quick squeeze and let go. "So what's your sex secret?"
Santana bit her lip, shyly. "I've always wanted to try being blindfold. Andtiedup.."
"Blindfolded and what?"
"Tied up," Santana said again, "I think it'd be hot but I've never done it cause no way I was letting anyone tie me up. What if they left me there and stole my things? That's happened to others. Or they take incriminating pictures and put them on the Internet?"
Brittany smiled at what Santana was implying. "And I won't do that?"
"I know you won't," Santana said, "I trust you, Britt. I've never allowed anyone to do that because I never trusted anyone enough."
"I would love to tie you up." Brittany wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh! Maybe we can combine sex secrets. Like, I'll tie you up and pour chocolate syrup on your boobs and I can have my buffet!"
"That sounds perfect," Santana said, her voice suddenly deep with arousal. She practically attacked Brittany's lips and climbed on top of her. "Break's over. One more round and we take a shower."
"Can we have the round in the shower?" Brittany's hands went straight to Santana's boobs. "That's on my list."
"Let's go."
They climbed off the bed and headed to the shower and checked off a couple of things off their sex list.
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"I'm so glad to be out of that casino," Santana said as she drove down the the busy street. After crossing off shower sex from their ever growing sex wish list, Brittany had insisted they get breakfast.
After that, Santana had borrowed a car from the hotel and they had driven to the park for a walk. They had no real destination in mind, they just wanted to be together and spent the day exploring the city.
Before they knew it, it was lunch time and they headed to the Italian restaurant Brittany had mentioned yesterday. Now, they were on their way to Brittany's apartment.
Santana was actually pretty excited to spend some time in Brittany's home. While the sex cave they had made back at the hotel was a treat, Santana wanted to feel more connected to Brittany and her life.
"Are you sure you want to hang out in my small apartment?" Brittany was starting to actually sort of like the casino. Now that her anxiety was under control, she was able to actually enjoy being there. All her friends were there. Santana was there. Not to mention the fact that the casino was like a mini-city, which was pretty cool. "My whole apartment is like the size of your living room."
"It's not," Santana said turning on Brittany's street, "And yes, I want to go to your place. I like it there. It feels like a home."
"Once you see how small my bed is, you're gonna regret it," Brittany joked, "Go into the parking lot for my building. You can park in the guest spots."
Santana pulled into Brittany's building and as she drove to the guest spots, she saw a man pushing a scooter than looked a lot like Brittany's. "Uh, Britt…"
Brittany had already spotted her father with her scooter. Flashbacks of her father taking back things he had given her to pay off debts quickly invaded her mind. "Stop the car!"
Santana did as instructed and watched Brittany open the door, get out, and walk straight to the man. On closer look, Santana realized that wasn't just any man. It was Brittany's father. "Shit!"
"Are you stealing my scooter!" Brittany ran and stood right in front of her scooter. "Do you need money? Huh? How much did you lose this time?"
"Honey, no that's…" Paul Pierce tried to explain.
"Jenny and I need this to get around!" Brittany was furious. Her father hadn't changed. "I still have the money you gave us. You can have it back." She felt that familiar anger build up inside her.
"No..I wasn't taking it," Paul went on, "Britt, honey, I'm pushing it back to your parking spot."
Santana quickly parked the car and ran to stand next to her girlfriend. "What's going on?"
"My dad being his usual self," Brittany accused. She wanted to cry but refused to do so in front of him.
"Listen Mr. Pierce," Santana said harshly, "Why don't you step away from the scooter."
Paul put down the bike's kickstand and let go of the scooter. "I wasn't stealing it. I don't blame you for thinking that though. I mean… with my past."
"What are you doing with it?" Brittany practically shouted.
"Last…last time I was here, I saw how worn out your tires were," Paul explained, "It's dangerous. I didn't what you and Jenny riding around like that so I got you new ones. See?"
Brittany followed her father's finger as it pointed to the wheels. They were brand new.
"I knew you and Jenny would be away," Paul went on, "So I wanted to surprise you. I knew you'd never let me take the scooter if I told you. I was pushing it back to your spot."
Santana watched Brittany's face soften. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to get in the middle of a family matter but she didn't want to see Brittany get hurt. "Britt?"
Brittany let out a breath. "You should have told me."
"I know you don't trust me," Paul said, "And I know it's going to take a lot of work to even have you try to have me back in your life. I just…I've been going to meetings. AA and Gambler's Anonymous." Paul reached in his pocket and took out two chips. "Almost two years sober and gamble free."
Brittany crossed her arms and put her guard up. "How do I know you didn't just steal those."
"You don't," Paul said sadly, "But I didn't. I really fell apart after your mom died and had to clean myself up… I didn't want to come back to you girls until I knew I was better."
Santana felt useless. Her near perfect family life made her so under qualified for something like this. She placed a hand on the small of Brittany's back to let Brittany know she was there for her.
"I don't trust you," Brittany said softly, "You used to get me and Jenny gifts then take them back when you needed money."
"I know," Paul said, ashamed.
"You bought Jenny this really cool silver bracelet." Brittany uncrossed her arms and wiped away unshed tears. "Then one day you took it back. She cried for like a week cause she thought she lost it."
"I'm so sorry," Paul pleaded, "I am. Please let me try to fix this."
Over the years, Brittany had gotten very good at knowing when her father was lying. He did it all the time and that is why Brittany herself hated lying. Now looking at her father, she knew he was telling the truth.
Brittany cleared her throat. "Thank you for the tires."
Paul smiled. "You're welcome." He turned to Santana. "Nice to see you again Ms. Lopez."
"Call me Santana," she said.
"Santana," Paul repeated. He handed Brittany a new lock as well. "The other was was worn out."
Brittany took it without a word. She couldn't say anything right now. She was still trying to process what was happening. Had her father really changed? He did look more put together than Brittany had ever seen him. "Thanks."
Paul shoved his hands in the pocket of his jacket. "I didn't know you and Santana were such good friends. It's good."
"She's my girlfriend," Brittany said, "We're together."
"Oh." Paul looked surprised.
"That's not a problem, is it?" Santana asked, a hardness in her voice.
"No, no!" Paul shook his head. "Brittany's has had crushes on boys and girls since she was five. Dated men and women so it's no issue at all. I'm happy for you both."
Santana was relieved at his answer. The last thing Brittany needed was a homophobic father. "I love your daughter and Jenny is like the little sister I never had."
Brittany visibly relaxed and put her arm around Santana.
"I'm glad to hear that," Paul said, "I should get back to work. That millionaire snob gets cranky real fast."
As Paul turned to leave, Brittany spoke. "I still don't trust you but maybe we can have dinner next week? After Jenny gets back. And with Santana."
"I'd love to," Paul said.
Once her father was gone, Brittany pushed her scooter back to her spot, with Santana close behind.
"You OK?" Santana watched Brittany secure her bike with her new lock.
"I don't know." Brittany wanted to try to form some sort of relationship with her father, but it was going to be hard.
Santana offered her hand. "Come on, let's go inside."
They entered the apartment, neither saying a word. Brittany went straight for the kitchen and grabbed two bottled waters. She wasn't sure if Santana wanted one but Brittany didn't want to be rude.
Santana had gone straight to the couch to sit. When Brittany came to the couch, she handed Santana a water. "Thanks."
Brittany sat down, opened her water and took a big swig of water before speaking. "I'm sorry about that." She took another small sip and put the bottle on the coffee table in front of her.
"Sorry for what?" Santana put the unopened bottle next to Brittany's half empty one on the table.
"My dad. All the drama." Brittany looked down at her hands. She really wished Santana hadn't seen that.
"Stop." Santana turned and lifted her leg on the couch so she could properly face Brittany. "No apologizing. This situation is not one you have to feel embarrassed about or anything. I know your family history is complicated and I'm here for you. If anything I should be apologizing to you."
"Huh? Why?"
"I just…I didn't do anything out there." Santana let out a frustrated sigh. "I didn't know what to say. Or if I should say anything. I saw how upset you were and I just… I didn't know what to do."
Brittany leaned forward and kissed Santana. "You were there. All this has been easier cause I know you're with me. Just you being next to me is more than enough."
"I can do that." Santana grabbed Brittany's hands. "Do you believe him? That's he's changed?"
Brittany squeezed Santana's hands. "I want to believe him. Growing up with him, my bullshit detector got really good. I could always tell when he was lying. He wasn't lying this time."
"Just be careful Britt."
"I know. I will be." Brittany brought their joined hand to her lips and kissed Santana's hand. "Is it OK that I said you'd have dinner with us? Can you go?"
"I'll be there," Santana said without a second thought, "I want to know as much about your life as you'll let me."
Brittany let go of Santana's hands and quickly wiped her eyes. How could she have gotten he world's most perfect person to be with her? Every minute, Brittany found herself falling more in love with Santana. "You should meet my grandparents," she said with a smile, "They really want to meet you."
"You..you told them about me?" Santana was presently surprised by this bit of news.
"Of course!" Brittany said with a smile. She already felt better. "Jenny and I always keep them updated on what's going on with us."
"Well, if we're talking about meeting the family, then I should tell you that my parents really want to meet you too."
Brittany didn't think she could smile as wider as she was right now. "You told them about me?"
"You bet I told them about the woman I fell in love with," Santana said with a sweet smile, "My mom doesn't believe you exist. Says that you sound too perfect, so she wants to meet you."
Brittany blushed. "Ugh! You did not tell your mom I was perfect?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders. "Just telling the truth."
"You've already embarrassed me and I haven't even met them yet!"
"They'll be here in a couple of months," Santana said.
"Crap! Now I'm nervous." Brittany reached for her water and finished the remaining liquid.
"They'll love you." Santana got up and pulled Brittany with her causing her girlfriend to drop the plastic bottle on the table. "Come on, show me this tiny bed."
Brittany gladly led Santana to her bedroom. "It's no hotel suit bedroom but I like it."
Santana walked in to the medium sized room. There was the bed which wasn't as small as Brittany made it out to be. It wasn't a California King size like in the suite but a Full size which was big enough for two people. There was also a small dresser with a small TV on top.
"I like it," Santana said, "We should stay here tonight. I really need to get away from the hotel."
Brittany went to her girlfriend and hugged her from behind. "OK. We'll stay here."
"Can we take a nap?" Santana asked stifling a yawn, "I had a pretty active morning and need some rest."
Brittany laughed. "You need to toughen up if we're going to do all those things on the secret sex list."
"Hey, I can handle the secret sex list," Santana said defensively, "But we've been having sex almost non-stop since yesterday."
Brittany guided her girlfriend to her bed. "We only have today and tomorrow together before we go back to work so we need to make love as much as possible."
"Oh don't worry about that." Santana proceeded to take off her shoes and climb into bed. Brittany did the same and climbed in after her. "Tonight and tomorrow is going to be nothing but going at it like bunnies."
"Wow, so romantic," Brittany chuckled. She settled herself behind Santana.
Santana turned in Brittany's arms to face her. "Seriously though, are you OK?"
Brittany smiled and looked into Santana's eyes. "I'm fine. I promise. I'll talk to Jenny when she comes back. I want to give my dad a chance but also be careful. But I'll deal with that later." Brittany placed a small kiss on Santana's nose. "Right now, I'm fine. I'm happy and only want to concentrate on us."
"OK." Santana kissed Brittany's chin and turned around. "Let's take a quick nap."
"OK. I guess we do need to to get our energy up for the sex marathon."
"Mmm hmmm."
With in 10 minutes, both were sound asleep.
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Santana woke up first. She opened her eyes to see it was still light out for which she was thankful. She looked at the clock on Brittany's nightstand and saw it was 4:30.
She yawned but forced herself not to go back to sleep. She wanted to surprise Brittany with a shopping trip. Brittany was snuggling behind her and when Santana went to get up, Brittany pulled her closer. Santana let out a small yelp when she realized one of Brittany's hands was cupping her breast.
Santana let out a lazy chuckle. "Honey? Britt, wake up."
"Hmmph."
Santana removed Brittany's hand from her chest. "Get up."
Slowly, Brittany opened her eyes. For a second she thought she was back at the hotel but then recognized her room. "Wha..ime…it?"
"Four thirty." Santana, reluctantly, left the warm bed and went to put on her shoes. "Nap's over. We've got some shopping to do."
Brittany flipped over on her back and stretched. "We gonna go buy the strap-on?"
"If you want," Santana said with a smile, "We can do that after."
"After what?" Brittany watched her girlfriend disappear into the bathroom. When Santana didn't answer, Brittany got up and put on her shoes. "What are you buying?"
Santana came out of the bathroom with a smile. "It's a surprise. Now, go get washed up. We're leaving in 10 minutes."
"Umm, OK." Brittany didn't argue and did as instructed.
Twenty minutes later, Santana was pulling into the parking lot of a strip mall.
"Why won't you tell me what you're buying?" Brittany had tried to get Santana to tell her what they were buying but she wouldn't budge. As Santana drove further in and parked in front of B&C Camera, Brittany finally got a clue. "Why..why are we here?"
Santana parked the car and turned off the engine. "Since you you're taking up photography again, you need some equipment," Santana said turning to face Brittany, "So, let's get you some."
Brittany shook her head. "No. Santana, I can't afford a camera right now. I still need to pay for my classes which I also can't afford but I was going to work overtime this summer. The school has equipment I can borrow and…"
"Britt," Santana interrupted, "You are not using some old worn out equipment. And what if they rent out of something you need? No, you're getting your own."
Brittany unbuckled her seatbelt. "Santana, I can't affo…"
"But I can. And I can pay for your classes. You don't have to worry about working overtime to go back to school." Santana knew she was probably pushing her luck by doing the exact opposite of what Blaine had told her.
Brittany slumped in her seat. She wanted to run in that store and get everything but this was Santana's money, not hers. "I'll pay you back."
Santana reached over and placed her hand on Brittany's check, forcing her girlfriend to look at her. "No, you won't. This is a gift. I love you Brittany and I want to do everything to make you happy. This makes you happy. You're an amazing photographer and you can have an amazing career. You just need the tools."
Brittany felt her eyes sting with tears. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you."
Santana reached across the counsel and brought Brittany in for a kiss. "I'd be happy to spend all my money on you. All I do is work and get most things for free because of my status. I don't get a chance to spend the money I make, it just sits there in the bank."
"I have the opposite problem. My money doesn't stay in the bank," Brittany joked.
Santana smiled. "Spending it on you, to make you happy, makes me happy. Let me."
Brittany kissed Santana again and showing her how much she loved and appreciated her with that kiss. "I love you Santana," she said, "And please know that even if you were totally poor like me, I'd still love you the same."
"I know, baby." Santana pecked Brittany's lips. "Let's go inside and get you everything you need. Then maybe after, we can go get that toy for our list."
Brittany laughed and practically jumped out of the car to get to the store.
Santana watched Brittany run to the store like it was her first trip to Disneyland. "I should take her there too," she said to herself before following her excited girlfriend inside.
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"That'll be $6,839.76"
Brittany gasped. Santana had told her to get everything she needed and she had done just that. She turned to Santana. "That's too much. I'll put some stuff back."
"No you won't!" Santana took out her American Express card and handed it to the cashier. "Can you pack everything up and send it to The Dalton by tomorrow?"
"Oh course Ms. Lopez," the cashier said, delighted at the commission from the sale.
"Santana." Brittany hadn't realized she had bought so much. Of course there was the Nikon camera and she needed a case for it. She also needed a light meter and a couple of lenses. Then there was the tripod and the portable lighting kit. Then there were the filters and the reflector kits. Yeah, she really went overboard. "It's too much."
Santana ignored Brittany and filled out the delivery form and handed it to the cashier. "What time will it arrive?"
"Around 2 pm, Ms. Lopez."
"Perfect." Santana turned to Brittany. "All set. How about we go buy that other thing we talked about," she said with a wink.
"Seriously Santana," Brittany protested, "That's too much."
Santana took Brittany's hand and lead her out of the store. Once inside the car, she finally spoke. "That's nothing. That's like a paycheck for me," she said. She took out her phone and pulled up her bank accounts then handed the phone to Brittany. "Those are my balances from my accounts, so don't worry about anything being too much."
Brittany was sure he eyes had popped out of her sockets. She had never seen so many digits in someone's balance nor known anyone to have five bank accounts. "Holy shit!"
"Fair warning, Britt," Santana said, "I'm going to spend a lot of money on you. Buying you things and taking you places. And it's not because I want to show off. It's because you deserve it and I'm completely and utterly in love with you. "
Brittany handed Santana her phone back. "I, I just don't want you to think I'm with you for your money, cause I'm not.'
"I know that," Santana said, "I know you're with me because you love me. I know that in my heart and that's why I don't care about how much this costs. I grew up in a rich family and have been fortunate enough to have jobs that pay me well. But, like I said, that money just sits there. Now, I can spend that money on things that are important. You and Jenny."
"You're too good to me," Brittany said softly.
"Not as good as you are to me," Santana said, "Now that that's settled, how about we go buy that toy of yours."
"And maybe some handcuffs?" Brittany smirked "And that blindfold?"
"Yes ma'am." Santana started the car and headed to their next destination.
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Brittany dropped the bag filled with their "toys" on her bed. "That was fun. I'd never been to a sex shop before. Who knew there were so many styles of, well, everything."
"There was definitely a lot," Santana chuckled, "Half of the stuff in there, I'd never use."
"That leather aisle was super creepy." Brittany sat on the bed and began taking out their purchases. "Like, why would you wear a mask? It's like a horror movie."
"No masks for us," Santana said sitting on the bed, "Like I said, I love watching your face after your orgasm."
Brittany blushed. "Stop it."
Santana loved making Brittany blush. She grabbed the package with the silk blindfold and straps and opened it up. "These feel really nice." Imagining Brittany using these on her was turning Santana on. The level of trust and intimacy she and Brittany had developed so quickly was beyond words. "I've never gone sex shopping with anyone before," she said with a slight laugh, "When I needed, you know, something, I ordered online."
"I don't really like shopping online," Brittany shrugged, "I like to see the real thing before I buy." She took out the white lace stockings and garter belt Santana had insisted on buying for Brittany to wear. "What should we try first?"
Santana put the blindfold and straps down and took out the remaining box left in the bag. "I could put this on, if you want." She opened the box and began taking out the harness and 7-inch toy. "I've never used one of these. Does it come with instructions?"
"Here they are." Brittany handed Santana a white folded paper that had fallen out when Santana took everything out. As she saw Santana read how to put on the harness, Brittany began to wonder about Santana's past. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course."
"Have you ever been with a guy?"
"Yes. Steve Davidson and Javier Dominguez. Both in high school before I really accepted I was a lesbian. It was not a fun time. Why?"
"No reason," Brittany said, "I just want to know all about you."
"Well know this," Santana said, "I will never be with a guy again and I'm pretty sure I'll never be with another woman again."
"Wait, you don't want to be with me anymore?" Brittany asked, panicked.
"I mean, I only want to be with you."
"You say that now," Brittany teased, "Wait until you meet my grandparents. They're sure to drive you away."
"I can handle them," Santana said with a wink. She stood up and took off her shirt. "Now, pick something out of the goodie bag and let's test them out."
Brittany dropped the stocking on the bed and reached for Santana. "I'm kinda hungry," Brittany said pulling Santana to her by the waist, "How about that buffet?"
Santana reached behind her and unhooked her bra and took it off. " Bon Appétit, Britt-Britt."
Brittany licked her lips then took Santana's right nipple between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue.
Santana gasped. "You know what my kryptonite is?"
Brittany sucked on the nipple then released it with a pop before answering. "What?"
"Your legs. Your thighs and hips specifically." Santana bit her lower lip. "They're just so…so thick."
"Are you calling me fat?" Brittany cocked her head.
"Not thick as in fat," Santana explained, "Thick as in muscular and just…so womanly. I can't explain it but I fucking love it."
"Nice save," Brittany said as she dove back in to suck on Santana's breast.
"Mmmm…Britt…" Before Santana could vocalize her pleasure more, she heard a phone ring. Judging by the ring, it was Brittany's phone. "Ignore it."
Brittany abandoned her treat for the second time. "It could be Jenny."
"Oh right." Santana stepped back and watched Brittany grab her phone from her purse that was on the bed.
"It's Quinn," Brittany said looking at the screen.
"Well then don't ans…"
"Hello." Brittany gave Santana an apologetic smile. "Hi Quinn…uh huh…we went shopping. No, not yet…hold on let me ask." Brittany muted her phone and looked at her girlfriend. "Quinn, Kurt and Mike are going to dinner, Mexican food, and they want us to come."
Santana sighed. "I want to come too but a different kind." She ran a hand through her hair. "Well, I am hungry."
Brittany un-muted her phone. "OK, we'll go. Where? Uh huh, yeah I know the place. See ya soon."
"I guess I should put my shirt back on," Santana said, pulling away.
"Get dressed," Brittany said, getting up, "I'm going to put the straps, stocking and dildo in the dishwasher."
"Say what?" Santana asked.
"Don't you wash things you buy before you use them?" Brittany asked gathering everything, "Like, people touch it or try things on at the store so it's got germs all over. I mean, it's unsanitary not to."
"Of course, I get that." Santana picked up her bra and began to put it on. "But the dishwasher?"
"Why not?" Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "Jenny and I use it all the time to wash clothes in an emergency."
Santana finished putting on her shirt between her laughter. "Well, if it works."
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"I'm super mad at you guys," Kurt said as Brittany and Santana sat down at the table.
"Why?" Santana raised an eyebrow.
"For leaving my party first," Kurt said.
"You're lucky they showed up at all," Quinn smirked.
"Santana got super drunk and I had to get her to the room," Brittany said.
"What about when you disappeared for like half an hour?" Mike asked with a laugh.
"Did you guys just invite us to pick on us?" Santana asked.
"No, no," Kurt said, "This is just a friendly dinner with friends."
"Let's order," Quinn chuckled.
Halfway through dinner, the table got a surprise visit Santana did not expect.
"It's The Dalton staff."
Santana froze and looked up to see Sue and her assistant. "Sue. This is a nice surprise. Hi Elaine."
Elaine nodded her greeting while Sue spoke. "Team bonding dinner? Getting ready for my event this Saturday?"
"Just a dinner amongst friends," Santana answered. She was still on vacation and did not want to deal with Sue right now. Not only that but her assistant kept giving her a weird look.
"I trust things are in place?" Sue crossed her arms, looking intimidating as ever.
"They are." Santana sat up straighter. "I was planning on calling Elaine on Tuesday to set up a meeting with you."
"She was," Elaine confirmed with a smile, "Santana and I talked last night and were planning on getting together to set this up."
Brittany narrowed her eyes. She did not like the smile she was giving Santana. The assistant hadn't taken her eyes off Santana the whole time.
"Right," Santana said. She remembered bumping into Elaine last night but the whole "meeting up" thing Santana wasn't too clear on. Did she agree to meet up with Elaine? "Don't worry Sue, everything is going to be great. We'll talk in a couple of days."
"Very well," Sue said, "Enjoy your dinner."
With that, Sue and Elaine left.
"Ugh," Quinn groaned, "That lady is driving me insane! She's so fucking demanding. I cannot wait until she leaves."
"Me too." Kurt, Mike and Santana said in unison.
Brittany picked up her drink. "No more work talk!"
"Agreed!" Mike said.
Dinner went on with no talk of work or Sue. The restaurant ended up getting really crowded so the rowdy Dalton bunch didn't stand out as much. After they had finished their dinner and moved on to just drinks, Brittany got up to go to the bathroom.
She exited the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands.
"You're…Betty right?"
Brittany looked up and saw Sue's assistant through the mirror. "Brittany."
"Brittany! Right, sorry. I'm Elaine," she said with as overly friendly smile, "I've worked with Quinn, Mike, Kurt and Santana but not you. I have seen you in the hotel though."
"Uh, yeah." Brittany shut off the water and pulled down some paper towels from the dispenser. "I sort of work there. I'm a taxi driver."
"Taxi driver, hugh?" Elaine leaned against the sink and faced Brittany. "That's why we've not worked together. Sue does't do taxis. Neither do I for that matter."
"OK." Brittany wasn't sure what to say or why this lady was talking to her. "It's nice to meet you. I should get back."
"You're dating Santana, right?" Elaine asked, sweetly.
"Yeah, why?"
"She mentioned a Brittany last night," Elaine said, "We had a run in in the bathroom too."
"She told me." Brittany really wanted to leave.
"Well." Elaine pushed herself from the sink. "I really got to pee. I just wanted to introduce myself. Have a good dinner."
"Thanks. You too."
Elaine disappeared into a stall and Brittany left the bathroom.
"What a weirdo," she said to herself as she went back to her friends.
-tbc-
A/N: Longest update so far. Thank you all for reading and reviewing. You are the best!