April 1, 2017 - Brittany
"Today is the first time we walk here and I'm actually holding your hand. It's unbelievable how quickly time flies," Santana reminisces as we walk across the parking lot of our old high school. There's not a soul outside. That may be because we lost track of time while getting ready and now we're late.
The closer we get to the entrance, the more nervous I become. My excitement for the evening is limited.
"Is everything okay?" the Latina looks at me concernedly from the side and holds the door open for me.
"Everything's fine, I just need to go to the bathroom quickly first," I reply shortly. Santana is satisfied with the statement and strolls with me down the hallway.
"You go ahead, I'll follow," I let go of her hand to go to the bathroom.
"You look pale, are you sure I shouldn't wait?"
"I'll be fine, don't worry," I force a smile so as not to unsettle San.
"Alright then, see you in a bit," she continues down the hallway while I enter the girls' bathroom. I lean on the sink and look at myself in the mirror.
I feel uncomfortable. I don't belong here.
My gaze falls on my engagement ring.
Santana is perfect for me. And she tries everything to make me feel comfortable just as I am. It's not the same here. I can't be who I really am. I can't go in there and say that Santana and I are engaged...I couldn't even say that I love her.
I have to get out of here.
With quick steps, I leave the school and sit in the car, writing Santana a message.
I don't feel very well, I'm going to the hotel. Have a nice evening 3
I don't like lying to Santana, but I don't know what else to do. How could I explain it to her?
I drive back to the hotel directly and lock myself in the hotel room.
Before I start my therapy, I take a look at my phone.
Okay, but if it gets worse, please let me know and I'll come right away 3
The knot in my chest grows. I don't want to drag Santana into my messed-up thoughts.
I get comfortable and start listening to my last therapy session.
April 1, 2017 – Santana
The evening is fun. Rachel has planned so much, and everyone is going along with it. But I can't really enjoy it without Brittany. I'm worried. She seemed so absent when we arrived here. Rachel said I shouldn't worry, if there's something wrong, Britt will tell me. I thought we were solid enough in our relationship that we tell each other everything, but I just can't shake this bad feeling.
A little best-of video is playing on the screen with school performances and project days from our school days. But I don't get much of it because my phone starts vibrating.
I hope it's Britt, I'm surprised when I see Mamá on the screen.
"Hola Mamá," I greet her with a confused voice and leave the room so I can hear her.
"Mija, you have to go to Brittany. Courtney just called me, I don't know exactly what's going on, but she locked herself in the bathroom of her parents' house. We believe you're the only one who can get her out of there."
For a few seconds, I stare at the empty hallway. Why is Britt there? I'll kill George if he's done anything to her.
"¿Puedes llevarme allí? No tengo coche." ("Can you take me there? I don't have a car.")
"But of course, I'll leave right away. See you soon."
She hangs up and I go outside to the parking lot. There, I let Rachel know via message that I have to urgently leave due to an emergency. Then I try to reach Brittany. As expected, she doesn't pick up. It doesn't take five minutes before my mom comes racing around the corner and stops next to me. I immediately hop into the vehicle, and she drives off.
"So Courtney didn't reveal anything else? Anything about why Britt is there?"
"No, solo dijo que está preocupada y que probablemente solo tú puedas contactarla. ¿Pasó algo entre ustedes dos?" ("No, she only said that she's worried and besides you, probably no one else can reach her. Is there something that happened between you guys?")
I wouldn't want to talk to Courtney or George either.
"No, everything was fine until we were in the building. She looked pale, but told me that everything was okay and that I should go ahead while she quickly goes to the bathroom. Shortly after, I receive a message from her saying that she's going back to the hotel because she doesn't feel well. Nothing happened between us, so I don't understand why she lied to me."
Sometimes this woman is so damn complicated.
"It will surely be cleared up soon, just stay calm," my mom reassures me, but there's chaos inside of me. Mom hasn't even properly parked yet and I'm already jumping out of the car, knocking continuously on the door.
"Yeees!" I hear Courtney's voice and then the door opens.
"Here or upstairs?" I don't greet her or ask what happened.
"Upstairs," Courtney understands immediately and steps aside, while I run up the stairs and stop in front of the bathroom door.
"Brittany?" I knock gently.
"Britt Britt? Please open up, I'm worried," I continue trying, but still no sound from her.
"Baby, if you don't let me in, then I'll kick the door down."
I probably wouldn't be able to do that, but I achieve the desired effect because after a short moment, the door opens. Brittany stands in front of me with teary eyes, but a small smile on her face.
"You wouldn't be able to do it anyway," she replies and takes a step back, so I follow her into the bathroom. There, she sits on the floor with her back against the edge of the bathtub. My gaze drifts down to her. Now I notice her bleeding knuckles on her hands.
"What happened? What did he do to you?"
With anger in my gut, I search the cabinets for a first aid kit.
"He didn't have the chance to do anything to me," she replies curtly, while I rummage through the cabinet under the sink.
"What do you mean?" I give her a questioning look, stopping my search as soon as I hear her sobbing.
"Hey, come here," I whisper and pull her onto my lap and into my arms, where she lets it all out.
"Everything is alright, baby. There's no reason to cry, do you hear me? Shhhh, don't cry," I try to calm her down with my words and by stroking her back.
"I just hit him," she sobs eventually. However, I have to ask again because I am uncertain if I understood correctly amidst the crying and sobbing.
"He opened the door and I hit him. Over and over again...I...I couldn't stop," she confesses to me, and now it all makes sense.
"Why did you do that? I mean, I can understand it, but why did you come here?"
"Because I'm broken, Santana. I'm a wreck, and it's his fault," the sobbing becomes stronger again.
I take her chin in my hand and turn her face towards me so that we can look at each other. Her usually bright blue eyes look sad. So sad that I could cry along.
"You're not a wreck or broken. Every person has their demons, and I am always by your side, fighting each one with you. I know you doubt yourself sometimes...you can come to me with that, and I'll assure you that you're perfect just the way you are, and I wouldn't want to change anything about you. I fell in love with you because of who you are, and I still love you because of it."
"Okay," she whispers, and I give her a kiss on the forehead.
"I'm looking for the first aid kit, and then we'll patch you up and go to the hotel," I kiss her lips for a moment and then lift her from my lap so that I can continue searching.
"It's probably behind the towels," the blonde points to the open closet. I move the towels aside, and sure enough, there's a first aid kit there. I take it and crawl back to Britt. Carefully, I take her hand and place it on my thigh.
"I'm having déjà vu," she smiles sadly as I open the kit.
"Oh really?"
"Do you remember when I showed up at your door in the middle of the night?"
February 25, 2012 – Santana
The doorbell ringing startles me awake. I open my eyes and see the flickering of the TV. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The wall clock says 1:47 am.
Okay, who's ringing the doorbell at this time?
As it doesn't stop, I take the large kitchen knife with me for safety. I feel like I'm in a horror movie. I sneak up to the door, the knife ready for action, and as I open the door, I take a big step back.
"Hey," my girlfriend's tired eyes meet mine. Immediately, I put the knife on the dresser and pull her into a hug, causing her to let out a painful hiss.
"What's wrong?" I ask. Instead of answering, Britt takes off her jacket and pulls up her sweater. Her entire stomach area is purple-blue. She turns around, and now I see that the coloring extends over her back too.
"Who did this?" I ask her, carefully running my hand over her skin, but she flinches back in shock.
"Britt, who did this?" I continue to ask while she struggles to somehow take off her shoes.
"No one...my leg hurts, I think it's bleeding. Do you have shorts and band-aids for me?"
My gaze goes to her jeans, which has a hole at the knee, where it doesn't belong, just like the blood that has soaked through.
"Come up with me," I take her hand, feeling a roughness there that I couldn't see in the dim light anyway. She follows me slowly up to my room.
"Should I help you undress or can you manage it yourself?" I ask, seeing the pained look on her face as she struggles to undo the button on her pants with trembling fingers.
"Stop, let me do it," I grab some pajamas for her and lay them on the bed before attending to her pants. As I pull them down, she inhales sharply, the fabric seeming to stick to the dried wound.
"Come to the bathroom with me, warm water should make it easier," she follows me with her pants half off. She sits on the edge of the bathtub while I hold a washcloth under warm water.
"I'll try to be quick," I say, pressing the cloth gently onto the wound.
It must have been hours since it happened, otherwise the blood wouldn't have dried so much already. As I work, Britt starts to wiggle her other leg. I look up and see her biting down, trying not to scream. Little by little, I feel the material finally coming loose from her skin so I can pull the pants down. The left leg only has a minor scrape, but the right one is worse off. Since the jeans were stuck to it, it reopened the wound.
I retrieve the first aid kit from our medicine cabinet and tend to the wound.
"Please tell me what happened," I plead with her after placing a large bandage on the wound.
"No," she speaks softly, shaking her head, as I take her hand which I felt the roughness on earlier. It's wounded too.
"Should I call the police? Do you want to press charges against someone?" I continue to ask, tending to her palm as well.
"Please, San. Stop asking questions. I'm begging you."
She won't tell me anything. I know Brittany well enough by now, she can keep a secret.
"Stand up, I want to take off your sweater so I can put some ointment on your skin," I leave it at that, and she stands up, lifting her arms. I pull her sweater over her head. In the bright bathroom light, it looks even more painful.
I spread the ointment on my hands and ask her to turn around, where I first apply it to her back. Then I have her give me some ointment on my hands and continue on her stomach.
"Do you have any other pain? Any scrape or something that needs to be treated?"
Brittany shakes her head. I wash the remaining ointment off my hands and put away the first aid kit.
She follows me back to the room wordlessly. She puts on the short pants and takes off her bra before putting on the loose shirt that I had laid out for her.
"Do you want anything else to eat or drink?" I put my hands on her cheeks so she looks at me.
"I just want to sleep," she murmurs and kisses me.
"Then let's sleep," I give her another kiss on the cheek. While she snuggles into bed, I go downstairs to turn off the TV and write to my mother that I'm canceling for tomorrow. My parents are already with my Abuela and I was supposed to come tomorrow, but Britt is more important right now. They'll understand.
April 1, 2017 – Santana
"It was him?" I ask hesitantly and the blonde nods before clearing her throat.
"We were arguing because of you, as usual, and eventually it escalated. I didn't want to deal with the confrontation, so I went down the stairs to the basement. He followed me, pushed me down the last steps, and before I could react, he took off his belt from the loops of his jeans and started hitting me. Not with the buckle, but the constant blows were still hell," Brittany tells me the story behind her injuries as I take care of her knuckles.
"That son of a bitch, I'm going to kick his ass!"
Britt had injuries before, sometimes minor and sometimes major. Either she didn't say anything or lied, saying it happened during training or that she just fell unlucky. I should have known it was him behind it.
"I just snapped today and couldn't be stopped."
"Couldn't be stopped? Britt, he abused you, and after years, you fought back."
"I know," she sighs.
"You don't have to feel guilty about it."
"But you know me."
"Yes, that's why I'm saying it. You've never done anything wrong. That idiot just can't keep up with the times and is stuck somewhere in the 50s, I don't know. You love me, and I feel that every day, and nobody can forbid you that."
Another sigh. Again, I look from her hand to her face. This time, she has a smile on her lips.
"You're the best," she whispers and leans forward. I come towards her for a kiss. And another one. And another one.
"Okay, stop, I still have to take care of your other hand," I pull away, and with a pout, Brittany leans back again.
"Did he text you, or why did you suddenly leave school?"
I still need an explanation to fully understand.
"When we arrived in the parking lot, I started feeling unwell. I realized that I couldn't go to the people and say that we're together. In New York, nobody knows us, and I started to ignore the issue, but here?...we grew up with these people, and yeah, I shouldn't care about what others say, but my mind blocks out the idea."
I didn't realize how much it still affects her.
"You could have talked to me, you know that."
"I don't always want to unload all my baggage on you. You have a lot going on yourself, and you don't need me adding to it, especially when I'm getting worked up about my family."
"Sometimes, Britt Britt, I really want to hit you," I grumble, letting go of her hand as I finish bandaging it. "We're a team. Your problems are my problems, no matter how big or small. You can trust me, baby. Really."
She's quiet and looks at her bandaged hands.
"Come on, let me help you up," I offer, taking hold of her uninjured forearms and lifting her up. As soon as the door opens, we hear loud voices.
We go down the staircase railing and see our mothers arguing with George.
"I have to say, you got him pretty good," I say to Brittany, and then her father seems to spot us. He comes over with an angry expression, but our mothers hold him back.
"You'll never lay a hand on our daughter again."
"Girls, you should probably go ahead and leave. We need to sort something out," my mother wants us out of harm's way. I'd prefer it not to escalate here, but just seeing his face makes me want to hit him like Britt did. But she doesn't need any more drama, so we leave the house without a word and walk to the car.
"Give me the keys, I'll drive," I hold out my hand, and without protest, the keys are handed to me.
"You know that everything from my therapy sessions is recorded and that I have to listen to it later," Brittany breaks the silence in the car after a few seconds, and I nod in understanding.
"We've gotten to the point where we're not just talking about my experiences in the army, but the trauma may have started earlier, it just didn't manifest itself at the time."
"Your father?"
"I listened to the recordings of my last session and got angry. Since we're here, I might as well let it out."
"Do you feel better now?"
"Maybe relieved. Solving violence with violence isn't any better, but it had to come out."
"Maybe now you can put it behind you."
"Maybe, yeah...hey, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Of course."
"Can we postpone the wedding idea? I just don't feel ready for it. I'm sorry that-"
"It's okay," I interrupt her and reach out my hand, cautiously taking hold of hers. "I understand. I'm not going anywhere, whether we get married tomorrow or in 5 years."
"Thank you," she lifts my hand to her lips and kisses it.
/
We've been sitting here in silence for half an hour now. Brittany on the hotel bed and me on one of the chairs facing her. We haven't really talked to each other during the car ride either. But there's still one question burning in my mind and maybe I should bring it up now.
"Can I ask you something?" I break the silence and she lifts her head, her sad eyes meet mine and she shrugs.
"You joined the Army because of your dad, am I right?"
She stays silent. For minutes. We've lost eye contact by now, because her head has lowered again, so she's looking at the floor.
"He made me believe that it was the right thing to do," she murmurs quietly and as soon as I hear her sniffles, I stand up and sit behind Britt, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on her shoulder.
"I was so damn stupid...I-"
"Stop it," I interrupt her. I can't bear to hear her blame herself any longer, "You have to stop blaming yourself for everything. Please. Please stop."
"I can't help it, San," she sighs and leans against me, and I press a kiss on her cheek, saying "I know."
"But I love you for your little quirks and mistakes, they're human. I mean look at me, I'm far from perfect."
"Liar," she turns her face to me with a smile and then presses her lips on mine.
"I don't think so," I mumble against her lips and feel her grin, which makes me smile too.
"You're perfect," she breaks the kiss. Her ocean blue eyes shine, she looks at me with so much conviction that I almost believe her words.
"Do you think the party is over already?" she smoothly changes the subject.
"I think Rachel will drag it out as long as possible, why do you ask?"
"Maybe we could go back there again?"
"Sometimes I can't quite follow you, baby," I furrow my brow in confusion. After all, she ran away because it was too much for her.
"I can't run away anymore. I let out my frustration and I don't want to run away anymore. I've been doing nothing else for years and I have to put an end to it. Why should I hide who I am when you tell me that I'm amazing?"
"I have so much respect for you. If you want, I can write Rachel."
Brittany nods and after giving her another kiss, I stand up and get my phone. There, I quickly skim through the message my mother sent me.
"Our mothers would like to have breakfast with us tomorrow, would that be okay with you?"
"Fine with me, with my new car I'm not dependent on the train anymore."
I agree with my mom and then send Rachel a short message.
"I definitely need to freshen up, I can't go out like this," the blonde points to her face and then goes into the bathroom. Instead of a message, however, I get a call from my best friend.
"Is everything okay?" is her first question.
"Everything is fine. Is it worth coming back or not?"
"What do you think? Except for Britt and you, everyone is still here."
"Then we'll both come back again, Brittany is just finishing getting ready."
"Great, I'm excited. You haven't missed the best part yet, luckily."
"Do I want to know what it is?"
"No, be surprised, see you then."
Whatever Rachel has planned, I'm afraid. After she hangs up, I knock on the bathroom door, which my girlfriend opens in her underwear.
"I thought we were going out again. I like seeing you like this, but I don't think it's the dress code," I tilt my head and the blonde rolls her eyes with a smile.
"I don't want to see those clothes anymore, there was blood from my hands on my pants anyway."
"Understandable," I nod as we both look at ourselves in the mirror.
"Sometimes I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror, you know? I was ashamed."
"For what?"
"For myself. I always lived a lie and pretended it was my life. I wanted to be normal because according to my father, I never was."
"Are you still ashamed?" I hug her from behind and stand on tiptoes so I can rest my head on her shoulder.
"Not anymore, especially thanks to you."
"I didn't do anything; it was all you."
"I love you," Brittany puts her hands on mine and starts to grin.
"I love you too," I reply with a grin on my face.
I give her a kiss on the shoulder before I let go of her.
"I'll be waiting for you in the room."
/
"Ready? We can still turn back, no one has seen us," we stand again in the parking lot of our old high school and stare at the building.
"I don't want to hide anymore. I have a beautiful life, an even more beautiful woman by my side, and everyone should know it. And anyone who has a problem with that is out of luck."
"I'm so proud of you!"
Happily, I reach for her hand and together we walk through the school again until we reach the auditorium where our celebration is taking place. Everything is still the same. Music is playing in the background, and everyone is talking.
"You promised not to leave me alone, my heart is broken Brittany Pierce," Finn is the first to join us.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I'm by your side all night," she pouts in his direction, causing him to start smiling immediately.
"I forgive you. Can I bring you something to drink?"
"Are you our waiter now? I bet Rachel forced you" I also join the conversation. And I don't know how Rach does it, but as soon as I say her name, she is standing next to me on my right, with an arm around my shoulder.
"Finn is just a gentleman. The way you stick to your wife, you didn't plan to leave her alone for a minute to get a drink," she teases me, and I playfully bump her with my hip.
"Something non-alcoholic, I have to drive," Britt meanwhile gives Finn her answer, and then he looks at me.
"Red wine?" he asks, after I haven't said anything yet.
"Sounds fantastic," I nod and he's already on his way.
"So what's the great thing we haven't missed yet?"
"You'll see it in a few minutes. But before that, I need to know if it's okay to show pictures and videos of you guys. Yes, embarrassing stuff might be in there."
"I'm okay with it. I've already forgotten all the embarrassing things anyway, it's time for a reminder" I give my consent. Rachel lets go of me so she can stand in front of us to hear Brittany's answer.
"I have nothing to hide, show what you've got."
With her words, Britt means so much more, and my admiration for her grows.
"Oh, you're going to love it," my roommate rubs her hands together conspiratorially and leaves us with questioning looks.
"Sometimes she scares me."
"If you live with her for years, you get used to it," I reply.
Finn comes back with our drinks and then Rachel speaks up, asking everyone to take a free chair and sit down, facing the TV.
"Now my highlight of the evening. Thanks to everyone who sent me pictures and videos, I almost fell off my chair laughing at some videos," she says and then starts the video.
A compilation of many videos and photos from our school days. Not official videos, from school performances or something like that, like at the beginning of the evening, but private ones, like from parties. I love comparing people to each other, how they looked back then and now, what nonsense they did back then and now they are teachers themselves. We three also don't miss out. Of course, the video of my semi-naked dance at Rachel's Christmas party still exists.
"Whoever sent that to you can come and get a slap from me," I call out laughing, as the video continues.
"I have to thank that person, I need a copy of that," Brittany, on the other hand, calls out, and Bryan, an old classmate, timidly raises his hand with an innocent grin in our direction. The video continues and after numerous other videos and photos from school parties and football games, one appears on the screen that I didn't even know existed.
Someone filmed the spin-the-bottle game at my birthday party, including the kisses between Brittany and me.
"Oh wow, we really look like we want to undress each other," Britt comments on what she's seeing, and I still nod slightly shocked.
"If I didn't know better, I would never believe that was your first kiss," Finn, who is sitting behind us, also gives his comment with a smirk.
"Best first kiss of my life," the blonde next to me replies, looking at me with love.
"I can only return the compliment," I give her a short kiss and then turn back to the TV, where the compilation of all sorts of things is still playing. As soon as the video is over, Rach gets a big amount of applause. This journey into the past is really impressive. Rachel says a few more words about the video before the music starts again and everyone gets lost in conversations.
We, or rather I, am having some conversations. Brittany is reserved, but I don't blame her. Every smile and touch of my hand is a relief when I think about how I found her a few hours ago. The bandages around her hands raise questions, and it seems like everyone is asking about them. We quickly agree that she was careless while working on her car.
Finn and Rachel won't buy the story, but they know the whole drama, unlike our former classmates.
"I see you two are still together," Dani joins us after a while, just as we have a moment alone.
"Engaged," Britt corrects her quickly, and from her tone, I can tell that the blonde is more than ready to be done with talking to Dani.
"Congratulations, I didn't know you two had been together for so long that you were considering marriage."
Dani's tone is more sarcastic than serious.
"How could I not think about it? Santana is a dream," Brittany puts her arm around my waist and kisses me on the head.
"I know, I've had the pleasure myself."
Thanks, Dani, say something like that again, and you'll find yourself in the hospital. Britt doesn't like her, and these comments aren't making her any more likable. And after the thing with her father, she is a ticking time bomb.
"That still bothers you, doesn't it? That you're so insignificant," Brittany can't help taking another swipe. I have to admit, her jealousy is getting to me, especially when her hand slowly moves from my waist to my butt.
"Insignificant? You're making a big deal out of nothing."
"Because you apparently don't know that you shouldn't look at taken women like a piece of meat."
"Santana doesn't seem to mind my gaze, does she?" Dani raises an eyebrow and looks at me with a smirk. Before I can say something, Britt speaks again.
"We can settle this outside if you're going to continue to be disrespectful."
"Okay, stop," I interrupt this heated discussion. "Dani, please stop. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish here, but it's not working."
I reach for my fiancée's hand, and she immediately looks at me.
"And we're going to take a break" I say to her before we simply leave the auditorium and I pull her into the nearest room, locking the door behind us.
"Before you start lecturing me-" Britt starts to defend herself, but my lips are already on hers, preventing her. She doesn't seem to mind as she immediately responds to the kiss. I press her back against the door until the blonde is leaning against it.
"Aren't you angry?" Britt murmurs against my lips, breaking the kiss.
"Why should I be? You were only defending me...and God, I love it when you show your jealousy."
"That wasn't jealousy," Brittany shakes her head, and I look at her with a smile.
"Oh no? Then what was it, Britt Britt?"
"Something else. How much I wanted to hit this woman. God, I hate her"
"You fought enough for today, let's focus on the positive things," I reply, starting to distribute kisses on her neck.
"And what would those be?"
"You and me alone in a room," I break my lips briefly from her skin, grinning at her.
"Hmm, I understand. You liked it when I was like that with Dani, am I right?"
"I would like it even more if you didn't mention her name anymore when I'm trying to have sex with you."
"Oh, yes, of course, just keep going," she tilts her head slightly to the side, giving me more skin to kiss. Her hands wander from my shoulders, over my hips to my buttocks, which she firmly grips, while I continue to work on her neck, leaving a small hickey. I hear her laughter and before I know it, she has turned us around, so my back is against the door.
"Why did you laugh?" we look into each other's eyes and with a shake of her head, she points to her neck where something is already visible.
"Is that a souvenir or what?"
"I think I have to make it bigger. When I'm not around, everyone should know that you're no longer available."
"I think the ring on my finger is statement enough. Besides, do you really think anyone else will ever be interesting to me? We were separated for years and still, I couldn't get over you, so don't worry," Britt is now the one covering my skin with kisses and working on my pants.
"You never know," I sigh as her hand finds its way into my pants.
"Oh believe me, I know. Yes, I know, you don't want to be put on a pedestal, but in my eyes, no one can match you."
"Hmmm," is all I can reply as her hand has now broken through the last piece of fabric separating her hand from my bare skin.
"Hmm what?" she grins against my neck while her hand suddenly stops.
"Don't stop now."
"But why not? I've fully vented," Britt looks at me with a cheeky grin.
"So you don't want this?" I make short work of it and my hand finds its way into her pants and between her legs.
"I didn't say that," she moves her hips a bit since I haven't moved my hand.
"It's a give and take, baby."
"I'll give you everything you want, but God...move that hand."
"How about if I copy your hand movements, so we can both control how fast this ends?" I suggest, and Brittany immediately starts moving her hand. I follow her lead and we tease each other for what feels like an eternity.
"You know I have more endurance to make it through this," she murmurs between two kisses while her hand moves agonizingly slowly. I don't know when this became her game, but for that cheeky grin on her face, I'll do anything.
"You have the power to change that, literally."
As if on cue, she increases the speed and pressure. I try to adjust to her movements, which becomes increasingly difficult because I would rather just sit back and enjoy the experience. Especially when she uses her fingers, in slow motion, and throws me that diabolical grin again.
"Now you don't have such a big mouth anymore, do you?" Britt can't help taking a jab at me. Normally, I would say something back, but her touch is clouding my senses.
"You win, please don't stop," I concede and withdraw my hand so it's not in the way and I can lean against the door for support.
"But you said you were going to copy my movements, so technically I should stop too," I feel her fingers slowly retracting, which I respond to with a shake of my head.
"Please, baby. Please don't stop. I'll return the favor later, but please don't stop," I plead, and a sigh escapes me as her fingers return to their position and lead me slowly but surely to the brink of pleasure. Her lips on my neck, one hand on my butt and one between my legs make me fall apart. In the best possible way.
"You look satisfied," Brittany strokes a strand of hair out of my face as I can only nod, trying to regulate my breathing.
"Give me two more minutes," I whisper at some point and open my eyes, gazing into the most beautiful eyes in the world. I see the sparkle she only has when she looks at me.
"I'll give you three," she winks at me before kissing my forehead and resting hers against mine. I barely notice her slowly withdrawing her fingers from me, I'm still too much in my own world where everything revolves around my beautiful fiancée.
"No one is as beautiful as you," Britt murmurs, but I understand every word.
"You have to stop being so damn sweet, or I'll pack you in my suitcase next week and take you with me."
"I wish I could fit in the suitcase."
"We haven't tried yet. If necessary, I'll buy a bigger one, we'll find one for you."
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"Where have you guys been?" a drunk Rachel comes walking towards us. "You can't hold back for one evening?"
She pushes my hair aside to look at the apparently increasingly visible hickey.
"We don't know what you're talking about," I push my hair back and take the champagne glass out of her hand to take a sip.
"What did we miss while we were having our deep conversation one-on-one?"
"Not much. Music, alcohol, and my speech about my two best friends who would rather fool around in some classroom than hang out with me."
"So we're supposed to fool around with you?" I raise my eyebrow amused.
"I thought that was a one-time thing with you guys?" Britt also jumps in.
"I share a lot with you, Rach, but not my wife," I continue to tease her.
"You know exactly what I meant. Ugh, sometimes you guys are insufferable together."
"But you still love us."
"And I don't know why."
"Because we're awesome. Besides, you have to enjoy it, I'll be gone soon."
"I know, come here," Rachel pulls me into her arms with a pout, where I suddenly realize how soon it really is. I've never been separated from her for so long, it gives me a weird feeling. My gaze shifts to Britt, who is also looking at me sadly.
"Let's forget about it and enjoy the evening and the night. It's a party, not a funeral," I push the negative thoughts aside and focus on the here and now.