A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry for this chapter, it doesn't have the complete Brittana sexy times. But im going on a holiday so i wanted to wish you merry christmas and happy new years!
Hope you enjoy !
Brittany's breath was robbed out of her lungs by the extraordinary beauty above her.
"I.." Brittany weakly tried to form a sentence. "We should dry off."
After the bath, Brittany really tried to get Santana to wear something. Like, really tried. But of course by nature, Santana mindlessly hated it and tried to tear the light sun dress off. Yes, it was selfish of Brittany to make the brunette wear something but it's impossible to just look at her naked form and not think about the dirty. And what is going to happen at night? If Santana wants to cuddle but Brittany can't hold herself? And what happens after she's on the newspaper, the black title under her mug shot saying "The girl who raped her cat" or "The girl who took advantage of an innocent girl who can't even say a few words" ? What will her family and friends think about her?
When the judge asks "Miss Brittany Susan Pierce, do you have anything to say in your defense?" what will she say? "Because I fell in love with her."?
Because it's true. Aside from the boobs that makes her want to throw all the pillows in the trash and sleep on them till forever, Santana gives her that look.. That look filled with so much emotion. Like, unconditional trust and love. And she has this carefree little smile she wears when she only looks at the blonde, like they are the only ones on earth. All she wants to do is feel that smile against her lips.
Every time Santana archived something humanlike, she cuddled, nuzzled or rubbed their cheeks together. It took Brittany everything, literally everything she had not to show her own appreciation. It was by far the most excruciating day and the best day of her life. When Santana tried to eat her own food and spit all over the place, Brittany also realized she couldn't ignore her stomach growling. She ordered a bucket of KFC, hoping Santana would like it. And she did. Together, they ate the whole bucket. It wasn't exactly finger lickin' good, but Santana licked them anyways.
After the bath, meal and a whole day of learning new things, Brittany watched Santana fall asleep on the couch. She ghosted a kiss on the brunette's cheek and got up.
The whole house was a mess. While Brittany were searching her cat she threw everything on the floor. There was still dried milk on the kitchen floor. Probably the bathroom was a mess, too. As she always does, Brittany tied her hair into a careless bun, got her iPod and started dancing/cleaning around the house. Starting from the bathroom she danced with the mop, cleaning the water from the floor. Next, with a little help from Britney Spears, she replaced the living room carefully, not wanting to wake up Santana. While she was waltzing with the mop in the kitchen part, she heard something and unplugged the iPod from her ears.
On the couch, Santana was lying, her head resting on one hand, the most adorable laugh pouring from her mouth. And that laugh was contagious. Brittany laughed with her until she figured out why the brunette was laughing in the first place. Here she was, dancing with a cleaning mop, her her sticking out everywhere, baggy clothes on her. She must've looking like the silliest person on earth. But what made her got embarrassed was Santana saw her a thousand times like this, yet this is the first time the blonde actually saw her react.
"You!" Brittany accused "You always sat there, with your motionless cat face, and actually laughed at me!"
Santana gave her a little guilty smile and laughed harder. Brittany felt her cheeks and ears getting hotter with embarrassment, she got over to the smaller girl and straddled her. "Stop laughing!" But Brittany couldn't hold her straight face seeing Santana trying to suppress a laugh and uncontrollably giggling beneath her. But she also didn't want to lose the discipline she has over her pet.
So they were, again, on the couch, wrestling. But this time it was fun, though. They were both giggling like teenagers. Brittany, having the advantage to grab, was trying to dodge the playful bites of Santana, who was trying to get off of the blonde's hold on her wrists. But like most of the fun things, this had to come to an end when Santana lifted her hips into the blonde's, trying to roll them over. With the unexpected jolt of pleasure, Brittany absurdly got up and backed away.
She took a deep breath and tried to ignore what just happened. Santana tried to grab her again but she was out of reach. So instead Brittany mocked "You gotta walk if you wanna follow" Knowing that she can't stand and now the play-time is over, Santana's pouty lips curled into an adorable pout.
"Ugh.. Of course, I'll teach you how to walk. But you gotta give me a minute." While cleaning the rest of kitchen, Brittany was nervous. Because that was the part that she tried to postpone. It involved too much body contact. One thing the blonde knew for sure: it's going to be excruciating. But it had to be done sooner or later. So, Brittany took a deep breath, scanned the brunette's naked figure, gulped and extended her hand. "Come on. Let's learn how to walk. But you're not gonna be running just like that."
It was dark. Brittany threw herself on the bed as she watched Santana took a few tentative steps with a proud smile on her face. She was walking alright, but it looked more like she was walking on a rope. Actually the blonde expected it to take too much time but Santana was a quick learner. Also, it was like teaching how to dance. Learn your position, calculate the balance, focus. These were for Santana of course. Brittany never been able to focus with Santana in her arms. Actually there's been some moments that Brittany herself almost forgot how to stand. Because Santana tend to bend over on her arms which caused her hips to grind into the blonde's. So she had to place one hand on her chest and one hand on her hips. What was worse than this, when the brunette started to took proper steps, every time, she turned her head to Brittany and flashed her a smile full of proud, success and trust which turned her knees into jelly. But now, Santana could walk without her help. Brittany stood near for possible accidents, in time she was pushed away by the brunette.
So, she was lying on the bed, watching Santana took careful steps from door to the window across the room. She sighed. It has been an.. eventful day. Not everyday you find your cat turned into a beautiful human. When Santana reached the window, she let out a squeal of delight as the blonde cheered. Santana easily got distracted by the movement outside the window while Brittany took the opportunity to admire her beauty once more. Seriously, who sent the brunette to the world as a cat must be a sinner. It's not okay to deprive people from this wonder. Then again, it was all for Brittany. She closed her eyes and let her mind play the scenarios about the brunette right in front of her. First thing that came into her mind was being able touch Santana the way she wanted to all day. To feel the softness of her skin on her fingertips, the shape of her lips..
Brittany's heart skipped a beat as she felt the foot of the bed dip. Her eyes widened as the intro of her fantasies playing right before her eyes. Santana was slowly crawling towards her with her lips curled into a smile, the very same smile that makes Brittany's knees give up. Is it a good thing that she's lying?
Santana stopped when she was hovering over the blonde. And they found themselves in, what many people would call, a staring contest. The brown eyes deeply staring something behind the blue ones. While Santana's warm breaths washing over Brittany's lips, she wanted and feared at the same time that Santana would do what they usually do. Every second passed, Brittany's breathing became more ragged with anticipation. Those full lips were so damn close to her face with a combination of an intense stare and .. and she should hold herself. No. Its not the same with kissing Santana the cat. She closed her eyes, shook her head and took a deep breath to stop her heart beating out of her body. When she opened them, Santana's face was slowly inching closer and she squeezed her eyes shut again.
When the tingly, tickly feeling started to spread around her body, starting from the tip of her nose, Brittany let out a giggle. Santana joined her right away and rubbed their noses again. The blonde relaxed under the gesture, never even realizing she was so tense before. As an automatic reaction, her hand started to groom Santana's hair, paying extra attention behind the ears, just the way she knew the brunette liked it. Santana beamed at her softly, sometimes closing her eyes for a second more at the sensation, causing the blonde's heart to beat faster. Brittany watched every expression on her face in awe, never wanting to miss one. She drew patterns with her thumb on her cheek, their eyes never averting from the locked gaze they shared.
Santana leaned closer again and licked a line across her cheek catching the blonde off guard. Her breathing hitched and her heart started to beat faster in her ears. Brittany knew, if she wants to control herself, she should be stopping her but her mind felt too fuzzy and completely powerless. Anything that is not the feel of Santana was blocked. She was slowly licking away every coherent thought from Brittany's mind. When a particular stroke of tongue reached the corner of her mouth, that is when Brittany give her body permission to take over. With a sudden movement she captured the brunette's tongue in her mouth while her stomach made funny flips. The girl above her stilled and retreated her tongue. That could've been a moment maybe Brittany regretted the decision she made, but a second later, Santana's tongue was sweeping across the blonde's lips, searching for the hot wetness again. She, more than happily, parted her lips to taste her once more.
Santana experimentally rolled her tongue inside the blonde's mouth, still trying to adjust to the new pleasure. Brittany's heart fluttered when their tongues met and with a sharp intake of breath, the brunette hold back again. She licked her lips trying to process the new feeling and poked her tongue out again to dive back in. Brittany slowly massaged her tongue as she gave whole control to the blonde, to lead, to show, to teach her something new.