Summary:
"I lost my bikini top."
Santana was not expecting this at all.
"Whoa, really?" She squeaked in response.
Or
Brittany has a wardrobe malfunction at the beach and it's up to Santana to save her. Set during the summer after Season 2.
A/N: Here's the second one shot. This is another canon compliant-ish version of a trip the Glee Club takes during the summer after junior year. It's an alternative universe and not related to what happened during the first chapter (but I believe this particular one inspired Frankenfinn's "The Beach" so we have a little Beach-ception situation going on lol).
Thanks to Frankenfinn for this prompt as well.
As always, I'd highly appreciate any feedback you have so if you have any thoughts on the story or characters, feel free to share them.
Please mind the M-rating on this fic. If you're not comfortable with smut/explicit scenes then this won't be the story for you.
An unofficial field trip with the entire Glee Club was the last thing Santana wanted to be doing during her summer vacation. She had grumbled, groaned and cursed about how she lame it would be to spend a whole week with those losers but Brittany had pouted with that sad little look in her baby blues and that was all it took for Santana to reluctantly agree. So here she was, in her sexiest black bikini and dark sunglasses, laid out on a beach towel to get her tanning on as she did her best to distance herself from the rest of the Glee Club "family." Sure she was annoyed but there was no reason why she couldn't look hot while being annoyed.
It was ostensibly supposed to be an educational field trip but it was turning into chaos because everyone was in full party mode. Schue was peak corny dad the whole time, settling arguments between the teens as he kept going on about how this was the birthplace of this and that band from decades ago.
Santana was ready to kill the next nerd who launched into an impromptu Beach Boys medley. She suspected the only reason Mr. Schue wanted to go on this trip to LA was to snag some hotel room time with Pillsbury but whatever. She didn't even want to think about whatever those two weirdos got up to. Horrifying.
It hadn't taken long for the Glee kids to slip away from their hotel rooms, insisting to their chaperones that they deserved a beach day to do nothing, after spending so much time practicing songs and visiting "important music landmarks."
Santana felt smug. She and Britt were obviously the hottest girls on the entire beach. Yes, Santana thought, this is the life. This was where she belonged, with the rich and famous, somewhere hot where she could show off her gorgeous body, be admired by all and never go back to boring Lima again.
It was difficult to focus on LA and how hot she looked when all she could think about was a certain blonde. Brittany strolled across the sands in a tiny light blue bikini that left practically nothing to the imagination, heading in Santana's direction and the dark-haired girl bit her lip, forgetting how to breathe. The blonde didn't seem to notice heads turn and jaws drop as she made her way over, every male on the beach making no effort to hide that they were checking her out.
Santana, however, did notice their leering and barely resisted the urge to throw a volleyball at Artie Abrams' head as he gawked at the blonde for way too long.
"San, can we go swimming now? It's really hot." Brittany pleaded, shifting over to lay on the towel beside Santana's. Over on the other side of the beach Santana could see Finn Hudson still wearing a t-shirt to cover his fleshy torso and sitting under an umbrella while Berry fussed over him, applying what was probably SPF 100 to his inhumanly pasty, pale skin. Santana scoffed at the sight of the two nerds.
Sam, Puck and Mike were playing a heated game of volleyball while Mercedes, Quinn and Tina sat around huddled together, no doubt sharing some juicy gossip.
It was difficult to figure out where she stood with Brittany.
Sure, they had done everything together that summer, including stargazing because Britt had a thing about stars, dinner every Friday night at Breadstix (Santana volunteered to pay most of the time because it felt… chivalrous somehow, for Brittany), drive-in nights with just the two of them in Santana's messy car, a few candlelight dinners prepared by Britt and even a trip to the local carnival where Santana had struggled to win Brittany the giant cat plushie she was eyeing, earning her a kiss on the cheek from the blonde (she had threatened the stall owner at the strongman game into letting her win because it was obviously rigged)…
But were they dating? She wasn't sure.
Santana gulped, her eyes raking over Brittany's pale, perfect form. She made a valiant effort to disguise her staring and not stammer as she answered her.
"Y-you go ahead Britt. I'll catch up. Getting my suntan on." She murmured as the blonde watched her curiously, showing her disappointment as she stood up again and frowned.
The truth was, Santana didn't know if she could trust herself to interact with Brittany, especially bikini wearing Brittany without venturing into that… romantic territory they seemed to be edging closer towards these days. After the talk they had by their lockers on the last day of school, Santana wasn't sure what Brittany wanted from their relationship and what she expected from Santana but the dark-haired Latina felt like they had reached a new, exciting stage in their relationship somehow.
"Okay then but it's no fun without you, San." The girl smiled at her in what could only be described as a kittenish way, leaving Santana amazed at the sight of her those legs as she walked away.
Brittany then waded into the water, every so often leaning over - probably looking for shells to add to her ever growing collection back in the hotel room. She made a gorgeous sight.
Santana tried to distract herself by thinking about other things like the feeling of sun against her skin, the hushed voices of Mercedes and her pack of catty gossips in the distance, but it was just impossible to not think about her best friend and wonder again about what this summer meant for them.
Wait a minute… Santana frowned as the boys from the Glee club followed Brittany into the water. Well, all of the boys minus Finn and Kurt who were still making every effort possible to avoid sun exposure as they hid under their umbrellas and sunglasses, the giant pale boy sipping on what seemed like his twentieth piña colada while Berry prattled on to him in her loud tones.
The boys and Brittany instigated what seemed to be a splash war that ended up being quite rough.
As much as it pleased her to see Brittany enjoying herself, it was ridiculous how that nagging little feeling of worry and what she would grudgingly admit was jealousy made Santana squirm, unable to relax as she saw Brittany smile and laugh while playing with the guys. Santana almost intervened when Sam and Mike grabbed Brittany forcefully, playfully lifting her but Brittany just giggled and Santana sighed. She was probably being paranoid. Brittany could handle herself and these guys were too geeky and annoying to be much of a threat to Santana's romantic life.
The game was soon over, the boys moving out of the water to go back to their volleyball game. Santana inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Brittany didn't go anywhere. Santana didn't think anything of it at first as Brittany remained in the deeper part of the water, only her blonde head visible from the beach. Then after five minutes passed then closer to fifteen minutes with no movement from the blonde, she thought maybe the girl should be worried about getting one hell of a sunburn.
She sat up and looked over at her friend, really looking closely now with her shades off and quickly realizing something was actually wrong by the expression on Brittany's face. If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was her ability to read Brittany's mannerisms. Brittany and Santana were so close that they instinctively had a gut feeling when something was bothering the other. Right now, all she could see on Britt's face was panic and something like embarrassment. That certainly got Santana's attention.
"Brittany?"
She went close to the water and shouted, not wanting to raise any alarms or look like some kind of concerned boyfriend in front of the Glee club.
"Santana! Come quick, please!" Brittany shouted back and it didn't sound like playful, happy Brittany - more like scared Brittany. That really made Santana worried. "I need your help!"
Santana cursed under her breath, quickly getting into the water and swimming towards the blonde as fast as she could. She shivered, the icy feeling of the water a shock against her heated skin.
"Britt, are you okay?"
"N-no!" Brittany gasped in response when Santana was nearer.
The pink flush on her pale cheeks and the quiver of her lower lip showed how distressed the pale girl felt but she seemed relieved as Santana came closer.
"What's wrong? Let's go back to the beach." Santana suggested, wondering why Brittany shuffled away from her nervously when Santana reached for her. It was so unlike Brittany.
Brittany shook her head quickly and her voice sounded a little unnaturally high when she spoke. "No, Santana. I can't!"
"Why?" Santana raised an eyebrow. This was unusual behavior, even for Brittany.
"I lost my…" She lowered her voice, her eyes darting over nervously at the other people who were crowding on the beach. It was one of the most crowded beaches Santana had ever been to, which was annoying.
"I lost my bikini top."
Santana was not expecting this at all.
"Whoa, really?" She squeaked in response. Brittany nodded again nervously and Santana realized the girl was covering her chest with her hands shyly as she ducked under the water.
There were several X-rated thoughts going through her head that made her very flustered but she remembered Brittany's state of panic and focused on comforting her best friend instead.
"Brittany, it's okay. It's just me right now," Santana whispered gently, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist comfortingly as she sniffled, her light eyes filling with tears. "Please, don't cry."
It broke Santana's heart when Brittany started sobbing. The stress and embarrassment probably got to her, so when Santana finally came to her, Brittany just broke down completely. Santana couldn't handle seeing her like this.
"Aw, Britt-Britt. Shh, it'll be okay." She told the other girl, wiping a tear away from her pale cheek with her thumb as Brittany's chin crumpled while her lower lip trembled. The blonde didn't cry very often so when she did, Santana knew she was really upset. Brittany moved closer to her, wrapping her arms around Santana tightly and seeking comfort, no longer trying to hide from the dark-haired girl in her topless state.
Brittany closed her eyes and Santana shuddered as their skin touched, stroking the blonde's back gently as she buried her face into the Latina's neck. In the water like this, she could actually lift Brittany into her arms bridal style and just hold her. So she did just that, keeping Brittany close as her sobs quietened a little.
For a moment, she forgot about the dire situation at hand and got lost in the shiny blue of Brittany's eyes, their bodies closer together now and with less clothes than they had been all summer. Santana shivered again, feeling the softness of Brittany's breasts against hers. It was all so overwhelming.
"You know I won't let anything happen to you." Santana whispered.
Brittany clung to her, hiding behind Santana's body when several of the Glee boys waded into the water again noisily.
While the blonde usually had no problem showing off some extra skin, Santana could completely understand why she'd be shy about baring it all for the Glee Club in a situation like this.
"Hey Brittany, Santana!" Sam shouted at them to get their attention. Santana tightened her hold on Brittany protectively, shielding her from the view of the boys as Brittany shifted against her to wrap her arms around her neck and her legs tightly around Santana's waist, hiding her face in her neck.
"Come hang out with us!"
"Go away!" Santana snarled loudly at him in the most ferocious voice she could muster, which was pretty deadly.
The last thing she wanted was Trouty getting an eyeful of Brittany's boobs.
"Hey, you guys making out over there or what?" Puck shouted, clearly amused by the sight of the two girls tangled together and treading water without any breathing room between them.
The other guys roared with laughter. Santana growled, just about ready to kill them.
Still, she ignored their taunting, closing her eyes as she attempted to clear her mind of thoughts of Brittany's body pressed against her, which was almost impossible. She could tell from Brittany's shallow breaths and well…hardening nipples as she arched her back to press closer to Santana that she wasn't the only one in this predicament. All at once, there was a familiar, persistent ache between Santana's legs.
God, Brittany's skin was so soft and the urge to kiss her was so strong.
"Britt, I'll go get you my t-shirt if you just wait here." Santana finally whispered in a raspy voice, attempting to untangle herself from the girl who only shook her head quickly, panic setting in on her face again as she clung to the darker girl tightly.
"No, San you can't! Please don't leave me here alone!"
"Britt, I don't want to, believe me, but I don't know how else to help you. I promise I'll be quick and I won't let those stupid boys see you." She gazed into Brittany's eyes, trying to convey that she would never let the blonde get hurt like that and she could see her become calmer, finally letting go of the tight hold she had on Santana's neck and shoulders.
She leaned in closer, whispering in Brittany's ear, "You're so beautiful, Brittany. I'll never let anyone else see my girl."
Brittany stared at her wide-eyed, an unmistakable blush on her cheeks that wasn't just from the sun and practically melted against her. Her eyes were sparkling and Santana could count the freckles on her cheeks. Long, fair hair flowed prettily down her shoulders and her skin felt cool.
Before she knew what was happening, they were kissing.
It was the first time they had kissed since the start of summer. It felt like forever and it was such a relief to feel those lips against hers again. Part of Santana was scared of doing this so publicly but she knew no one could really see what they were doing with them being so far away from the shore and Brittany still being hidden from view by Santana's body.
It was perfect. It was their secret that no one had to know about and she had to admit, this was the sexiest thing they had ever done even after all of the trysts they had.
Santana's breath hitched. As Brittany's breasts pushed against her own chest, she shivered, finding it increasingly difficult to care about what anyone else thought of them or what this meant for their relationship. Santana's desire for Brittany was taking over, her hand slipping down to cup and squeeze the girl's ass instinctively as Brittany's legs tightened around her waist, arching into her. When the blonde was the first to pull away, breathless and shuddering against her, Santana had to use every ounce of self-control she had not to take her right there.
Brittany bit her lip sexily, looking up at her with those coy, twinkling eyes that suggested she knew exactly what was going through the darker girl's mind. She traced her fingertips along Santana's arm flirtatiously and pressed a little lingering kiss to her shoulder - a promise that they would continue where they left off later. Santana smirked at her but her expression darkened as she cast a menacing warning glare in the direction of the boys.
"Hey, how come you're all possessive, Santana?" Mike shouted teasingly from the area where the guys were standing in the shallower water, making fun of the way Santana had just yelled at them. "No need to hog all of Brittany's attention to yourself!"
"They've been fucking in the water this whole time, I knew it!" Puck laughed loudly while Santana stuck up her middle finger at him. Brittany shivered beside her nervously and she suddenly remembered she had a job to do.
"Leave Brittany alone!" She hollered for good measure, popping her neck and clenching her fists as she gave them all a deadly look that suggested she would strangle anyone who disobeyed her.
Sam and Puck gulped, visibly unnerved by Santana's expression while Mike just watched her with something like amusement, holding up his palms in surrender.
Brittany remained hiding under the water with just her head visible above the surface, that frantic look on her face returning as Santana marched away, still glaring in the direction of the boys.
She didn't know how she did it but in the space of thirty seconds Santana managed to swim back to the beach and grab a shirt from her beach bag, making it back towards Brittany in record time.
Brittany smiled at her gratefully.
The two finally made their way back to the beach after that ordeal, the boys and even Tina's gossip squad on the beach eyeing them weirdly because of Brittany's sudden change of clothes and the way they were clinging so closely together.
The blonde was practically glued to Santana's side, her arm around her shoulders and nuzzled into her neck. Santana felt her stomach doing backflips because everyone could see them now. Heat spread up her neck to her cheeks as her heart beat a little faster. Yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away from Brittany, even as the blonde girl grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together and pressed a kiss against her neck that made her shiver. They eventually sat back down on the two pink and red beach towels Santana had laid out for the two of them earlier, in a comfortable silence together after Brittany's ordeal.
"What happened to your bikini, Brittany?" Tina asked as she passed by with Mercedes, both of them holding red drinks with little umbrellas in them, fancy sunglasses on and sarongs tied around their waists.
"I lost it." Brittany just replied with a casual shrug, making the two other girls look at each other in confusion. It figured that Tina would notice and ask, Santana thought. That girl was such a gossip.
"Okay… You two want to join us for drinks by the pool?" Mercedes suggested after a moment of silence when Brittany didn't offer any further explanation.
Santana wanted to refuse right away but she wondered what Brittany would want to do and didn't want to force her to not hang out with their friends if that was what the other girl wanted. She felt relieved when the blonde girl just shook her head. After spending so much time with the Glee club for the past few days especially, all Santana really wanted was more alone time with Brittany. Especially after the tension between them in the water earlier that she couldn't stop thinking about.
"No thanks, Guys. We'll meet up with you later." Brittany answered with a soft smile. Tina shared a sly look with Mercedes and the two of them giggled as they noted how Brittany and Santana were still sitting so close together, the taller girl's head resting on Santana's shoulder.
"Sure, no worries. I'm sure you two have plenty of catching up to do… " Tina smirked teasingly at the two girls, winking at Santana.
There was no one else close by who could hear Tina's words but the Latina frowned. Maybe her feelings for Brittany were so obvious that the rest of the girls had all figured her out by now. If Tina knew about them, there was no way that blabbermouth hadn't passed on that piece of juicy info to everyone she knew. It still made her a little panicky to think of other people, even the "Glee family" knowing about the extent of her relationship with Brittany but to her surprise, not anywhere near as much as it did even a few months ago.
"Hey, isn't that Santana's shirt you're wearing, Brittany?"
Santana gritted her teeth, giving Tina a fiery, warning glare but the shorter goth girl just laughed along with Mercedes as the two walked off together without saying anything more, meeting up with Mike and Sam further up on the beach.
"Did you mean it when you called me your girl?"
"W-what?"
Brittany's finger was tracing patterns on the skin of the back of Santana's hand as they sat huddled together on the sand. She was drawing an "S" at first and then began to make little hearts on Santana's skin. It made Santana smile to think that no one else around them knew what Brittany was doing and what it meant but it was like the blonde was sending a little message just for her.
"I mean, back then when you said you didn't want anyone else to see my body. Is that how you really feel?"
Santana shivered a bit at the sultry way Brittany asked that question in her hushed voice. She was starting to feel that unresolved… something building up between them quickly again.
"Yeah..." She admitted honestly in a soft voice, wanting nothing more than to kiss the other girl again as her gaze dropped to those pink lips but holding back. Brittany just gave her this intense look with laser-like blue eyes as if she could read Santana's mind and that made the darker girl shudder, forcing herself to look away before she accidentally revealed more of herself to the blonde than she wanted to.
Eventually the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. The two girls went back to the hotel with the other Glee Club members along with Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury, deciding to call it a day.
Normally Santana would have rebelled against Mr. Schue's rules and ditched the others to sneak out of their hotel and explore one of the bars in the area nearby but strangely, she was actually enjoying just sitting around with the girls watching some lame show on TV and talking, or rather listening to the others talk about whatever dumb things they cared about. Tina even managed to smuggle in some contraband booze for them, much to Rachel's horror, so that made everything a little more bearable.
Admittedly, the main reason she was enjoying herself was probably because Brittany was being so cuddly and touching her practically the entire night, secretly holding Santana's hand behind their backs, stroking her long black hair and laying her head on the other girl's shoulder at any opportunity.
Even though the rooms were nice and it was clear that Schue hadn't totally cheaped out on the hotel, it wasn't the most comfortable arrangement at all. There was a single room with two queen beds for all of the girls and another for the guys' while Mr. Schue had a room for himself and Pillsbury. The last thing Santana wanted was sharing a room with all of these annoying girls but she didn't have much of a choice at this point.
The plan was for some of the girls to share the beds but Quinn was mysteriously missing after she had mentioned something about hanging out with Puck earlier, leaving Brittany and Santana by themselves in their bed while Rachel was passed out on comfy chair nearby.
Tina gave them a little smug smirk when she saw Santana and Brittany under the covers after all of the girls had showered and were ready to turn in for the night a few hours later. Santana swallowed hard, trying to keep her mind off of the presence of the pretty girl beside her. It was awkward having to share a room with the others and sleep so close to Brittany at the same time when her hormones were raging.
"What?!" Santana eventually snapped at Tina, feeling a blush rise to her face as it was very obvious what the Asian girl was thinking about. Tina said nothing, just shrugging but still maintaining that playful grin and her evasiveness annoyed Santana. Eventually Mercedes spoke up bluntly for the both of them.
"So Santana and Britt, whatever you two might be thinking about doing while we're on this trip... I'm literally begging you not to while we're in the same room," Mercedes told them quietly, trying not to wake up Rachel. "I'm warning you, Satan. Don't even think about it. "
Santana rolled her eyes but hid deeper under the covers, pulling them up to her neck and avoiding everyone's playful looks. She deliberately avoided Brittany's eyes as well. Santana hated the fact that it seemed like everyone knew some big secret she didn't. Obviously she and Brittany weren't going to be doing that with them right there... although since the other girls were being so annoying about it, she definitely wanted do that with the blonde in the room at least once before their stay was over just to terrorize the others.
The thought of having sex with Brittany was making her feel incredibly flustered even though they had done it so many times before. She didn't know how things would be different between them now or how to even approach the subject with Brittany. The last thing Santana wanted was to rush things with the blonde or make the wrong move and destroy everything that had built up between them since their eventful junior year. She couldn't handle the idea of losing Brittany again.
It took a long time for Santana to relax enough to fall asleep beside her. Even though Brittany clearly wanted to cuddle, Santana kept a little distance from the girl, not trusting herself enough to hold Brittany in her arms without wanting more and not wanting to get caught in an intimate position by the rest of the girls.
Santana was awakened a few hours later by Brittany shifting beside her in the bed and whispering to her. She sat up, blinking at the girl in confusion.
"I can't sleep, Santana."
"Why?"
"I kept thinking about our moment... in the water... when you were holding me and then you kiss-"
Santana's eyes widened and she covered Brittany's mouth with her hand, looking around to make sure no one else had heard her. It seemed like everyone else was in a deep sleep, Tina and Mercedes passed out on the other bed. Santana's heart was beating so fast and she squirmed, thinking back to that perfect moment.
"Thanks for rescuing me today. I don't know what I would have done without you." Brittany said after a while in a sweet voice when she removed her hand. Santana just chuckled fondly, keeping her voice low. She was a little tired but Brittany's adoring expression made it worth it to be woken up like this.
"It's nothing, Britt. Anytime."
"I love when you're just a little possessive…" Brittany purred against her ear and there was a hand on Santana's thigh before she realized what was happening. Santana gasped at how close Brittany suddenly was to her. "It's incredibly hot."
"Really?" Santana squeaked. She didn't know what to say to that and could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Santana really wanted to ask more about Brittany being turned on by the possessive side of her. They couldn't do this here with Tina, Rachel and the other girls literally sleeping just a few feet away though. "Britt! We can't."
Brittany just gave her this coy look that Santana couldn't quite figure out but it sent her entire being up the wall. Santana watched, completely bewildered as the tall girl got out of bed, pulling off her pajamas quickly in the dark then throwing on shorts and a tank top. Santana couldn't resist following her even though she was so perplexed about what Brittany was up to in the middle of the night.
"What are you doing?" She asked and the blonde didn't answer as Santana got up as well, creeping across the carpeted floor.
Santana pulled on a hoody and shorts that she got out of her bag, shoving her phone in her pocket along with a key to their room then quickly following the girl as Brittany exited the hotel room quietly with once last intense glance towards her. Santana cursed to herself at what she was doing but she couldn't resist the curiosity. Besides, she had to make sure nothing happened to Brittany when she was out there. With Brittany's quirkiness, she never knew quite what to expect but there was no way Santana wasn't going to follow her, especially when she kept sending her these suggestive little glances. What kind of game could Brittany be playing?
She was annoyed when Brittany was too quick for her, managing to get an elevator down to the lobby and just giving her this impish little smile when Santana couldn't get to her in time. She noticed that the girl seemed to be heading in the direction of the beach, which made Santana even more confused.
"Britt, what are you doing? What's going on?" Santana asked more loudly, slightly irritated but still so attracted to the girl when she followed her out of the hotel and finally caught up with her in the middle of the beach, still wearing the red flipflops she had shoved on. She glanced at her phone and saw that it was after midnight.
They were the only ones on the beach that late. Santana did have to admit that it was beautiful seeing the reflection of the moon on the ocean in the virtual darkness and watching the waves crash to shore. There was something so quiet and peaceful about it but at the moment, there was something more fascinating in front of her that stirred something inside of Santana.
Brittany began stripping her clothes off, moving ever so alluringly and Santana stood by in shock, enthralled by what was revealed as each article of clothing came off. She glanced around nervously, making sure that no one was around to see them. Brittany continued to put on this little tantalizing show for her. She practically fell back into the sand when she noticed that Brittany was now completely topless and pulling her shorts down her legs. Although it was dark, there was a full moon out and the lights in the distance made it bright enough for Santana to get a full view of Brittany's body.
"Brittany!" She hissed. Santana was all for skinny dipping for fun but this was a little much, even for her. "Oh my God..."
"Aren't you going to help me take these off, Santana?"
Santana cursed. How was she supposed to say no to this? When she managed to get ahold of herself and snap out of the daze that came from seeing an almost naked Brittany on the beach, Santana ran up to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her in the direction of this huge rock further up on the beach that would help to block them out of view a little, just in case anyone did happen to be around.
The dark-haired girl made sure to grab Brittany's clothes as well, heat rising to her face when she picked up the pink and white polka dot bra.
She spun around to face Brittany, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself.
"What are you doing?" She practically demanded, holding Brittany's wrists and trying not to allow her gaze to drop to her chest when she was talking to her. Santana was beyond flustered. "Alright I'm sick of all this dancing around each other. Brittany it's after midnight and we're literally in the middle of the beach. What's the deal with all the flirting and the teasing and the games? You... you knew I was just going to follow you out here like a fool, didn't you?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Brittany husked with a low chuckle, taking Santana's hand and placing it on her chest, right above her right breast.
"You're trying to seduce me!" Santana accused and Brittany didn't deny it, just giggling a little with that same sultry, fox-eyed stare that was holding Santana captive this entire time.
"Britt... you want to have sex with me?" Santana blurted and cringed, realizing how nervous and high-pitched she sounded. She had finally found the courage to ask what she had wanted so badly to ask Brittany for a while that summer after all of the lingering touches and glances.
"Yeah I mean, of course. Especially after today... what happened with us in the water was so hot. It's all I can think about."
"R-really?"
"Yeah of course. Since when do you even need to ask, Silly? Don't you want me too? I've been waiting for you to make a move all summer."
Santana closed her eyes, beginning to feel jittery as she let go of the girl and Brittany took off the rest of her clothes.
It felt like a lot more would be expected of her this time now that Brittany knew about her feelings and they were in that weird state of not quite dating but kind of dating. Brittany made it sound like this was all so simple and obvious. She was also standing around completely naked, watching Santana expectantly and it was the hottest thing in the world.
"I'm so wet for you right now." Brittany leaned in and whispered against Santana's ear, making her shudder. That was it; she couldn't resist her longing for the girl anymore. Santana kissed her, taking her bottom lip between hers and felt that familiar lust for the blonde taking over as the girl's lips parted for her.
Somehow in the middle of it all, Brittany had made quick work of getting Santana's hoody and bra off as well and her nimble hands were unbuttoning Santana's shorts, then sliding them down her legs, along with her underwear before Santana could fully realize that was happening, leaving them both completely naked.
She felt Brittany sigh against her into her mouth and instinctively slipped a thigh between the blonde's before she could think about she was doing as Brittany stopped to palm her chest for a moment. She couldn't resist grabbing Brittany's curvy ass, giving it a squeeze and encouraging Brittany to rub herself against up her thigh while Santana did the same to her. Brittany grabbed Santana's ass as well as they continued to kiss deeply. Santana closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations as she moved against Brittany's smooth, silky thigh helplessly.
She was so wet, it was almost embarrassing and Brittany could feel the evidence of exactly how aroused Santana was just from a little kissing and touching. She continued to kiss her open-mouthed, melting against her and feeling more turned on as Brittany's lips moved against hers expertly. Brittany pulled away breathless for a moment as they continued to grind against each other and began to kiss her way up Santana's neck, finding that one very sensitive spot behind her ear that always made Santana moan.
She chuckled at the sound that came out of Santana's throat when she left hot, open-mouthed kisses there and then bit into that spot, then nibbled her earlobe. She giggled a little at the rush of wetness against her thigh as she bit into Santana's neck a little harder and gave her tight ass a firmer squeeze. She moved faster against Brittany, rubbing her clit against her and gasping at the feeling of Brittany's curves as she arched her body against her.
The little whimpering moans Brittany was making and the wetness she felt against her own thigh as Santana moved harder against her were so sexy that her mind was going blank as she gave in to her deepest urges. She shuddered as Brittany's hard nipples pressed against hers and reached up to fondle her breasts with shaky hands, losing the rhythm against her thigh at the way Brittany moaned and arched her body into her to present more of herself for Santana to touch.
It had been so long since she had done this with anyone so that was probably why she was so worked up so quickly and admittedly, she had got herself off a few times that summer when she was alone in her room, only able to get herself to come whenever her mind drifted to explicit thoughts of a certain tall, leggy blonde.
Then she'd feel slightly guilty when her and Brittany spent time together right after those moments, knowing about the fantasies she had just had about the pretty, freckled girl. Her own fingers were nothing compared to the real thing. That delicious pressure was continuing to build as she grinded into Brittany's tall and curvy yet delicate body. Brittany's hands slid over the backs of her thighs, touching her hips, then her lower back and moving up her shoulders. She clearly remembered all the sensitive spots that drove Santana wild.
"I'm gonna... I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna come." Santana blurted with a sharp gasp seconds later, unable to stop herself from babbling and begging Brittany not to stop while moving her hips against her. She couldn't help it at this point even though she was trying so hard to hold back. She was just so wet and her body was tightening as that feeling in her core built.
"Come," Brittany told her, squeezing her ass and the quietly confident and commanding but calm sound of her soft voice made Santana shudder. She always felt safe enough to let herself go when she was in Brittany's arms in a way she knew she would never feel with anyone else. "You need to come."
"No, I can't...I..." Santana didn't want this to be over so soon when they were just getting started but Brittany just gave her this knowing look with heated blue eyes.
At the feeling of Brittany's lips pressing hot kisses to her neck again, Santana's orgasm hit her unexpectedly with one final hard thrust against a pale thigh and she keened, a white flash behind her eyes and her hands grasping for purchase on Brittany's back as the blonde gasped. Her toes curled in the sand at the overwhelming pleasure and she was shaking. It was a good thing that Brittany had a grip on her hips because that was the only thing holding her up.
Her cheeks burned as she continued to push her core helplessly, heated and sticky against Brittany's thigh. The girl just continued kissing her neck, flexing her thigh and pulling Santana up against her body to help draw out the sensation as long as possible for the darker girl.
She couldn't believe she had come so quickly while rutting against Brittany's thigh. Her arms wrapped around Brittany's neck tightly as she was barely conscious of the noises that were coming out of her throat. Brittany just let out a sexy chuckle and kissed Santana's cheek, palming her abs soothingly and then resting a hand on her hip as the slightly shorter girl's breathing evened out, clearly not having a problem at all with what had just happened. The soft scratch of Brittany's blunt nails against Santana's flexing abs felt good and she couldn't help leaning into her.
Santana was a little shy and embarrassed about facing Brittany again after that, the feeling of her wetness practically dripping down her own inner thigh and no doubt Brittany's as well making her blush, but when she did, the blonde was just smirking at her knowingly but her eyes were dilated and filled with desire for her.
"That was hot and you're really, really cute. I need you to touch me right now, okay?"
"Britt... I don't know if..." Santana made a face as she thought about what could get into you know where if they were rolling around on the beach in the throes of passion. She really didn't like sand - especially the thought of it in that particular area.
"Aw, Santana are you worried about the sand?" Brittany giggled, looking down at her knowingly. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Santana hoped she was right. Brittany lay back on the sand, spreading her legs open and bending her knees, giving Santana the most tempting come-hither look the other girl had ever seen.
She arched over her, placing her hands on pale thighs and caressed the swell of her breasts, getting her mouth around a pink nipple. Brittany spread her legs wider, arching up into her and it was clear that Brittany couldn't wait a second more so Santana just chuckled, placing a hand between her legs and tracing her fingers over the wet seam of her. Brittany was so ready that she didn't need to do anything more to prepare her.
Santana knew what the girl needed and went to work, thrusting inside of her roughly at a steady pace. She loved how wet, soft and tight Brittany was around three fingers. Being inside of Brittany felt as perfect as it always had. It was like she was coming home. She took her time to reacquaint herself with Brittany's body, taking in the sweet taste of her skin, the clean and slightly floral scent of the girl when she buried her face into her neck and wondered why she had ever thought she would be able to stop doing this. She found the familiar freckles on Brittany's chest and neck, pausing to kiss each one of them.
She kept pushing into her, pulling the most indecent but lovely, erotic sounds out of the girl as she moved. Santana usually wasn't the sentimental type but it felt very romantic and beautiful somehow for them to be doing this naked and vulnerable, under the light of the moon and the stars with the sounds of waves crashing the only other sound they could hear aside from their breathing.
It made her glad that she had waited so long before allowing something like this to happen between them again and when her eyes met Brittany's soft, adoring ones, it was like they were making love for the first time all over again. Except this time, Santana was allowing herself to be completely vulnerable and exposed, finally giving in to what she had always felt for the girl.
Santana reasoned that they were next to that huge rock that was blocking them from view and there really was no one else around to hear them on the empty beach, so she gave in to her lust for Brittany. For once, there were no more pretenses between them and she made a point of savouring every inch of Brittany's body. She teased the little nub between the girl's legs with her thumb at the same time she thrusted into her and Brittany's sounds became a little more desperate as her whole body tightened.
"You're beautiful. You're so beautiful, Brittany. I never want to stop." She rasped, the words just falling from her lips before she could stop them.
Brittany would always be the sexiest thing in the world to Santana but this meant more than just that. She loved her. Brittany was her soulmate and she knew that now. Santana wanted to just get lost in her and stay inside of her tight warmth forever.
"Harder, Santana. Please!" Brittany begged and Santana immediately gave in to her demands, panting as she curled her fingers and Brittany just moaned. There was no one who knew Brittany's body better than Santana and they both knew that. No one else would ever be able to fuck Brittany as well as Santana. She bit into Brittany's neck and kissed it, smiling at the sharp, aroused intake of breath from the blonde. "I want to be yours. Only yours."
"You're mine." Santana responded in a deep, possessive voice, biting into her pale neck again then sucking on it, Brittany's desperate, pleading voice drowning out any other thought. She bit hard enough to leave a mark and some animalistic, instinctive side of her was thrilled with the idea that anyone else could see it and know Santana had claimed Brittany as her girl. It was exactly what Brittany needed to hear to completely unravel.
When Brittany eventually came with a series of whimpers of Santana's name, thighs trembling and back arched as her toes curled, it was the most breathtakingly beautiful thing Santana had ever seen.
She was awestruck, only brought back to reality by the feeling of Brittany's fingers running through her core unexpectedly and easily finding Santana's clit. Brittany only had to rub her there with those skillful fingers and Santana was thrown over the edge as well before she knew it with a raspy moan a few seconds later, collapsing on top of Brittany and trembling against her.
"That was perfect and you were perfect. It was so romantic," Brittany sighed happily, running her hand through Santana's hair and over her shoulders as the other girl rested on top of her. Santana felt so relieved and calm now that they had come together like this. She hummed in agreement against Brittany's chest, her steady breathing lulling Santana into a relaxed state. "I've always dreamed of doing that with you."
Santana's lips curved upwards against pale skin and her heart sped up at Brittany's confession. They remained in that position for a long time, listening to the sound of the waves. After a while Santana sat up, grinning at the other girl as she thought of something.
"Britt, I'd love to stay out here with you all night but we should really get back. I mean we are really hot but I don't think we want the entire Glee Club to find us sleeping fully naked on the beach tomorrow when they come down."
"Mm, yeah. Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea." Brittany giggled, accepting the clothes Santana was passing to her as they both stood back up and started to re-dress themselves.
"I still can't believe you seduced me into having sex with you on the beach. You're a wild woman, Britt." Santana shook her head, with a smirk as they walked back together, holding hands.
"I can believe it," Brittany replied with a confident, sexy smile and a wink at her. "It wasn't exactly hard to convince you and you totally fell for it. Maybe you can't resist me."
Santana just groaned, feigning annoyance but couldn't argue with that, enjoying their playful banter. She was feeling happier and more fulfilled than she ever felt before as they made their way back up to the room. One thing was for sure - she was totally in love with Brittany. She didn't know what senior year would bring for them but it felt like something was evolving between them that summer, especially after the night they had just had. Santana would never forget that moment between them that summer night under the stars.