"Stop being so perfect," I twist around to take Brittany's face in my hands, resting our foreheads together.
"I'll stop when you do," she breathes. A bubble of laughter escapes my chest as the words leave Brittany's mouth. She nudges my nose with hers. "What?" I shake my head at her, my thumbs drawing lazy circles across her cheek bones. "What's funny?" She asks again, placing a kiss to the corner of my lips.
"We're so cheesy," I smile.
"Isn't that how you're supposed to be when you're in love?" she grabs my cheeks and smashes them together before placing feather light pecks across my face. I fall back on the ground as Brittany continues to attack me.
I press our lips together more firmly than before, loving the way they are so warm when everything else is so cold. Brittany sucks my tongue into her mouth, massaging it with her own and pushing her body further into me. My hand snakes around to the back of Brittany's neck where I drag my fingernails along the base of her skull.
"Mmm," I hum out when Brittany's kisses start to make their way down my neck. I close my eyes and let the warmth of Brittany's body spread across my own. Then I feel little flecks of something hitting my face. I open my eyes and see snow falling down. Not softly either. "Britt," I grab her shoulder to stop her. She lays her head down in the crook of my neck, tilting her face up so that her lips brush the underside of my jaw. "Look," I point up to the sky and I watch as her eyes follow my direction.
She crosses her fingers and starts chanting "snow day," through a whisper, laying back down on her back by my side. "Do you hear that?" she asks me, lifting her head up ever so slightly, like she is trying to listen closely.
I do the same, trying to see if I can't hear anything.
"No," I say after a few moments of relative silence.
"It's so peaceful," she says with a light voice. "I could take the perfect picture and it still wouldn't look half as beautiful as it does right now."
I reach down and grab Brittany's hand, lacing our fingers together.
In the distance we hear the sound of a car horn that brings us out of our little world. Brittany groans, dropping her head to my chest before pushing herself off of me and brushing herself off.
"Come on," she pulls me up, "let's go dancing."
/
"Why is it so loud," Rachel covers her ears with her hands. She squeezes her eyes shut as a man wearing nothing but a speedo comes and starts dancing next to her.
"Hey," Quinn calls. "Come over here big boy," the man smirks and starts thrusting his hips as he walks toward Quinn. Quinn reaches out and strokes the man's abs, throwing me an elated look in the process. I roll my eyes at her, tilting my head toward Brittany and licking my lips.
Let's be real, even if I was into men, there would be no way in hell any of them would be more attractive than the woman who is currently stroking my thigh underneath the table.
"Sorry guys," Kurt half yells as he hangs off of Blaine's shoulder, addressing Brittany and I. "This place is usually pretty tame. Must be some special night or something."
I just shrug it off. It's not like we haven't been to a club before. Granted, we, or at least I, have never been to a gay bar, but I would like to think they are relatively the same. I mean, it's still loud as fuck and there are people dancing everywhere. The only real difference is that it's mostly men.
"Drink?" I whisper into Brittany's ear.
"I'll just have a Long Island ice tea," she tells me, as I am about to leave she grabs the sides of my face and pulls me in for a kiss. I smile into it, probably looking a little disoriented when she releases me while Rachel, Kurt and Blaine holler from behind. Quinn is still focused on the lap dance she is receiving from one of the dancers.
"Rachel," I nudge her in the side with my elbow, thinking that she should be the one to go get everyone drinks because Brittany still has her hand on my thigh and its getting higher and higher every minute. "Drinks."
Without so much as a word, Rachel gets up from out table and begins making her way toward the bar. I smile smugly to myself, knowing that whatever it is I am doing, it's working.
"Did you start your experiment?" Brittany giggles into my ear, pushing her body up against mine so that her boobs are pressed into my arm. I swallow thickly as Brittany's hot breath hits the side of my neck and she moves her palm toward the inside of my thigh where she roughly squeezes the flesh.
I shrug, watching the way Brittany's body lifts up with my shoulder.
"Look at them, Kurt," Blaine interrupts us.
Brittany rests her forehead against my shoulder and I can already see the blush forming on her cheeks.
"Satan," Kurt reaches across the table and taps my arm. I shoot him a glare at the nickname that somehow stuck during high school. "Quinn and I were discussing possible scenarios for your surprise party. We were thinking Chip-and-dales- Ouch!" Quinn begins slapping him in the arm repeatedly.
"Kurt!"
"Sorry," Blaine leans over Kurt's body. "He has loose lips when he's been drinking. Don't you cupcake?" Blaine and Kurt give each other, what looks like butterfly kisses. I make a gagging noise, sticking a finger in my mouth for emphasis.
"Yeah, like you and Brittany making out over there is really appealing to us," Kurt fires back.
"Whatever," I roll my eyes at him. "Can you grab my purse?" I ask Brittany when I see Rachel emerge carrying a few drinks in her hands. When Brittany hands it to me, I open it, finding the small about of jelly beans I put in their earlier, but instead of offering them to Rachel right away, I just set them in my lap. She hands the drinks to Quinn, Brittany, Kurt and Blaine, saving mine for last. I smile up at her as I take the glass from her, but after I take it, she continues to stand there, shifting back and forth on her feet.
"What?" I ask when she doesn't move.
"Rachel sit yo ass down," Kurt tugs on the back of her dress.
"Hey!" Rachel slaps his hand away. "I don't get jelly beans?" She turns back to me.
"Is that code for something?" I hear Blaine ask Kurt.
"It better not be," Brittany chimes in, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me into her.
"Santana, I told you not to feed her," Quinn scolds.
Rachel lowers her head and sits back down in her seat.
Brittany nudges my shoulder, pointing down to the bag of Jelly Beans and gives me a look. I narrow my eyes at her, but reach into the bag, pulling out a single piece of candy and offer it to Rachel. After Rachel takes it I reach over and pat her head.
"Good puppy," I say as I ruffle her hair.
"So, Kurt," Quinn asks. "Did you move back here?"
"Kurt moved in with me," Blaine answers for him.
"Didn't you just start dating?" I ask.
"Didn't you ascend from hell, Satan?"
"hahaha," I fake laugh. "You know, Mr. Feather Hat, I'm a changed woman," I push my finger into my chest. "Why are you staring at me?"
Kurt who is looking at me like I am growing another head.
"Brittany, how did you manage to tame her?" he turns his whole body to Brittany, almost falling off Blaine's lap. Brittany shrugs her shoulder as she takes another sip of her drink. "Unbelievable," he leans forward to touch my face. I quickly swat his hand away.
"Stop it," I tell him. "Or I'll- I'll," I huff when I can't think of anything snarky to say.
"Kurt, this is our song," Blaine pats Kurt's thigh and they both get up. I listen closer and notice it's one of Pink's songs. "Remember that one time I sang this to you in the car," he places his hand above his heart. "Let's go," and with that, they are on their way to the dance floor.
"What's that?" Brittany points to my glass.
"I have no idea," I take a sip. "But it's fucking good." I hold it out toward Brittany. "Wanna try?"
She shrugs her shoulder and leans forward to take the straw between her lips. "Oh shit," she comments.
"Right? Want me to get you one?"
"No," she waves her hand. "Maybe later though," she says as she takes another drink.
Brittany and I end up on the dance floor after a few drinks and, unlike last time, the dancing is not so innocent. Brittany isn't holding anything back and if she doesn't stop right now, I will be doing some very inappropriate things to her in the bathroom.
"Look at her go," Kurt hollers to Blaine. It's then that I am drawn out of my Brittany daze and see that we have a small circle formed around us of screaming gay men.
It kind of freaks me out a little bit, but then Brittany is grabbing my face and pulling me into a kiss, one that only entices the audience to yell more. She pulls away, leaving me with another dopy smile spread across my face.
I don't think I will ever get over how innocently sexy she is.
The next thing I know, someone is grabbing my wrist and pulling me somewhere. I reach for Brittany, but it's too late, but she is being pulled along with me. She isn't gone for long though when I see her reemerge from the crowd with me as we are both being pulled onto the stage they have set up.
I look to the other side of the stage and see that Kurt and Blaine are up here with us. I stand there for a few moments, the ground lightly spinning around me as I try and figure all of this out.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a boisterous voice sounds from center stage. "Who is ready for tonight's dance competition?" The crowd screams louder, one voice in particular as I look to the front of the stage and see Rachel hopping up and down with excitement. I grab hold of Brittany's hand to steady myself under the heat of the lights. "Tonight should be interesting," he looks to both couples. "An epic battle of the sexes. All you have to do is go crazy," he yells into the microphone. "And whom ever gets the loudest cheers wins."
"You're going down hot lips!" Kurt screams in my direction.
"Not a chance in hell, Lady Hummel," I shake my head, trying to steady my vision. There is no way they will beat us. Kurt looks like a prancy smurf and Blaine looks like he has the moves of a kindergartner. And plus, Brittany. She could win a couples dance competition by herself.
The DJ starts playing a song and instantly Brittany is getting into it. I almost forget I am supposed to be dancing as I watch her, completely in awe of the way her body moves. I basically stand there like a pole as Brittany dances around me. She stops behind me, running her hands all over the front of my body, basically feeling me up in front of a crowd. They seem to not care though as the screaming gets louder, though I can't tell if it's for us or for Kurt and Blaine.
I swallow thickly as Brittany comes to stand right in front of me. She runs her hands though her hair, swaying her hips from side to side before grabbing hold of mine. Her eyes find mine and I can see that her pupils are bigger than they normally are. There is a dark glint in her eye as she bites on her lower lip before pulling me into her, our hips crashing together.
It's amazing how quickly she can make everything disappear. Brittany looks to her left, a smirk playing at her lips. She reaches up with one hand, running a finger across my jaw and turning my head in the direction she was just looking.
I laugh at what I see.
Kurt is literally just rotating his hips around. Almost like he is hula hooping and Blaine, well, he isn't much better.
Although, most of the crowd is looking in their direction.
I call a bias.
/
"You can take off the crown now," I roll my eyes at Kurt.
He puts his hand over his heart, "and let you forget that we beat Santana Lopez? I think not. And it's a tiara," he corrects me.
"Baby, it's alright," Brittany grabs my head and presses it into her chest, stoking the side of my face. "Let's take em to a lesbian bar and then see who wins."
"Kurt, I think we have been challenged," Blaine gasps.
"Damn right," Brittany fires back.
"They were just distracted by your tight jeans," I say, struggling to break free of Brittany's embrace.
Quinn and Rachel come back from wherever they were, temporarily putting a halt to the bickering.
"What's that Quinn?" I put my hand up to my ear and lean in closer, "did I hear you were staying over at Rachel's tonight?"
Quinn furrows her eyebrows together before turning to Rachel, "did I say that?" She asks, stumbling into her seat.
"I think," Kurt interjects, "Santana here is trying to get laid."
"Oh, she doesn't have to try," Brittany leans into my side, nipping at my ear lobe.
"I'll go," Quinn says a little too loudly. "I don't wanna hear that anyway."
"We're not loud," I slur out, trying to defend myself.
"That's not true babe," Brittany pulls my face toward hers and places a sloppy kiss to my cheek before moving back up to my ear and kissing the spot behind it. My body shivers at the contact and I find myself biting my lip and pinching my legs together, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Brittany. "Just wait till we get home," she husks, "I've got plans for you," she slips her hand under the hem of my dress and keeps moving higher and higher, but then she stops, leaving me sitting there with my heart racing and a throb between my legs.
My frustration doesn't last long as Brittany pushes her way out of the booth, dragging me along with her.
Brittany pulls me through the crowd, weaving her way through the various bodies. We round a corner and enter a relatively quiet area which is where the women's restroom is located. There must not be very many women here, or if there are, they aren't using the restroom.
"What are we-?"
My words get cut short as Brittany pushes me body against the wall, latching herself onto my lips. Her hands are gripping at the material of my dress, pushing and pulling and squeezing. She kisses me hard and sloppily, her tongue dancing around inside my mouth, the velvet heat warming more than just my tongue.
"This is just a preview," she husks, pulling away and whipping her lips with the pad of her thumb. "I've always wanted to do it on a kitchen table."
Brittany doesn't have to say anymore before I grab her hand and drag her out the building. I have never hailed a cab so fast in my life.
/
"Brittany!" I gasp as she pushes me up against the wall of the elevator. Surprisingly we made it into my building before she decided to jump me. That is, if you don't count feeling me up in the cab.
"Did you dance with another woman just to turn me on," she husks, nipping at spots along my neck and digging her finger into my sides.
I didn't even dance with another woman. Well, I did dance with Quinn for about a minute before Brittany stepped in and took her place.
"Did you feel me up under the table to drive me crazy?" I shoot back, almost choking on the words as they leave my mouth when her teeth scrape across the hallow of my throat.
Brittany pulls back with a soft look in her eyes, smiling down at me, her teeth all showing.
"I can't help it," she shrugs.
"Neither can I," I breathe out, walking Brittany back until we reach the other side of the elevator, but the doors open when her back hits the wall and she is pushing back and grabbing my arm to pull me toward my apartment.
"I can't unlock the door," I groan out in frustration as Brittany stands off to my side, not even trying to help me. I let out a huff of air as the keys fall from my not so steady hands and I stand in silence as I watch Brittany bend over and pick them up. She shoots me a smirk as she steps in front of me and successfully unlocks the door.
"You sure do have trouble with doors," she grabs hold of my hand, dragging me into my apartment. Brittany closes the door and dramatically turns the lock, the sound echoing through the empty and still dark apartment.
I lean back against the table as I watch Brittany slowly turn around, my heart still hammering from what she did to me in the elevator. I start walking toward her and just as I reach her, she extends her arm out, her palm coming in contact with my chest. I don't even have time to react before I am stumbling back toward the kitchen, Brittany's other hand coming to rest against the small of my back to keep me steady. Somewhere along our journey, Brittany began kissing me again.
"I'm gonna need you to get out of this," she starts tugging my dress down my arms.
There is a small light on in the living room, but otherwise the rest of the apartment is nearly dark.
The material of my dress hits the floor and Brittany doesn't even bother to take hers off. I am about to protest this, but Brittany hooks her hands underneath my thighs and is walking us back. She sets me down on the nearest surface, which appears to be a counter. Brittany is standing in between my legs, the silky material of her dress pressing into my stomach.
She scratches up and down my thighs as her tongue continues to roll into my mouth. Brittany presses two fingers to the outside of my underwear. My head rolls back and slams into one of the cabinets above me and I let out a hiss in both pleasure and pain.
"How do you want me," Brittany whispers into my ear, her breath teasing me the way it has all night.
"Fuck," I growl when she presses harder. My legs pull her closer to me, trapping her where I want her. "Inside," I manage to choke out when she moves my underwear to the side, her fingers coating themselves in my wetness.
"What's that?" Brittany pulls back to look at my face.
"Inside me. Now."
I reach down and grab hold of her hand, positioning it where I want her.
My mouth falls open as Brittany thrusts two fingers deep inside me and I feel myself stretch to accommodate her. Brittany curls her fingers, hitting that spot she always seems to find so quickly, causing little flashes of white to flash behind my eye lids. I grasp onto the edge of the counter, holding myself steady.
I don't know if Brittany is just extra horny tonight or what, but she seems to be more aggressive than I have seen her before.
Not that I am complaining.
"Shit," I cry out when Brittany thrusts deeper. Brittany's other hand is palming my breast and rolling my nipple between her fingers.
I can feel myself tightening around her fingers, but I'm just teetering on the edge and its driving me mad.
"More," I pant into Brittany's mouth.
Brittany nods against my shoulder, adding a third finger into the mix. I take in a sharp breath when Brittany brings her thumb up to draw tight circles around my clit. It only takes a few seconds before that coil in my stomach finally releases itself, sending wonderful shock waves across my skin.
My hands grips tight and any part of Brittany I can seem to hold as I pull her as close to my body as possible. Brittany lets me ride out every last bit of it as she pumps her fingers still inside me until I can't take it anymore.
I lay my head down on Brittany's shoulder, my lungs trying to fill themselves with much needed oxygen.
"Damn," I laugh while Brittany kisses the top of my head. "I'm gonna need a minute."
So, this is a two part chapter, that's why it was so short. Its been a while, so i wanted to get something out tonight. Not much really happened here because most of it happens in the next part. I am gonna say I will have the next part up by the end of the week. I just have to go over everything.
I kinda lost my motivation to write for a while there, but I think I am back on track.
As always, thank you for reading and thank you for your kind words. :)