Brittany gasped, panted, moaned, and swallowed. Pushed against the rack of bagged ingredients as she was, with Santana's hot tongue in the crook of her neck, she couldn't even tell right from left anymore. After they'd left the table, the chef had taken her hand, led her to the storage room of the restaurant, pushed her against one of the stacks of flour bags, and kissed her fiercely.
Brittany couldn't have protested even if she'd wanted to. Still, she tried being reasonable, her nails digging into Santana's shoulders as she panted, "We c- can't..."
Santana groaned, overwhelmed by the smell of Brittany and the softness of her skin. She'd gone far too long without it. "Oh, but we can baby, or better yet, I can." She trailed her tongue up her neck, peppering the skin with small kisses, until she reached her ear and husked warmly, "I want you so bad."
Brittany moaned, eyelids tightly shut as Santana sucked on her sweet spot and trailed her fingers under her top and all over her skin.
"I can't wait anymore," Santana breathed out. She nipped at her jaw before pressing against her mouth again, kissing Brittany until her lips parted and their tongues found each other.
Brittany gripped her waist as she lost herself in Santana's familiar taste. There was nothing romantic and slow about this, but there was still an underlying tenderness that had her heart clench.
When Santana pushed her pants down and dragged two fingers against the soaked material of her underwear, Brittany knew she was done for.
"So wet, baby..." Santana rasped.
Brittany's hips bucked, and the chef smirked. In a second, she dropped to her knees. "Lift your leg, babe."
Brittany looked down at her with a dazed look, her hands shaking as she hooked her right leg over Santana's shoulder. Her back, pressed against the hard metal bar of the rack, arched like a bow when Santana finally kissed the inside of her thighs. Brittany threw her head back and slid her fingers in dark hair, her breath coming in quick pants as she tried to pull Santana towards the place she ached for her.
Santana hummed as she held her other thigh firmly and took in her smell, keeping her in place as she pressed a kiss against her covered sex. "Oh God," Brittany choked out.
The chef tapped her hand against Brittany's thigh so she could drag her underwear down and off, smirking when the blonde immediately hooked it back on her shoulder. She loved how eager Brittany was. She inhaled her scent again before dragging her tongue along the exposed slit, both girls moaning when Santana lapped at the juices.
Brittany pressed Santana's head into her, her nails digging into her scalp and making the chef groan. She needed more, so much more of her tongue and her mouth and—
"San," she moaned. "Please."
Complying, Santana pressed a kiss against her wet folds and licked a path towards her clit, hurriedly sucking on the bundle of nerves. "Mm, I love how you taste."
Brittany could barely hear herself think over the pounding of her heart; Santana's tongue between her legs had her squirming and panting in place. "M-more," she begged.
Santana smiled before she quickly pushed her tongue inside her, taking Brittany by surprise and knocking the breath out of her. "F-fuck!"
As she felt moisture coating her cheeks, Santana groaned and pushed deeper into Brittany, tonguing her fast. After a short minute she brought her hand to her clit, rolling and pressing her thumb hard against it. When Brittany's moans grew louder, she switched it up and brought her lips to her clit, suckling on it as she slipped two fingers inside the blonde.
"San," Brittany groaned, tilting her hips forward so Santana's fingers could reach deeper. "Fuck...yeah..."
Santana smiled against her sex, burying herself completely between her legs, loving the way Brittany's strong thigh was pressing against her ear and the way she was using her hands to pull her face harder into her. She couldn't get enough of her taste, lapping at the juices like a starved woman and pounding her tight entrance. When she felt her walls clench, she knew Brittany was close, gasping for breath as Santana thrust her fingers in and out, building a fast rhythm.
Brittany bit her lip hard, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten, the burn between her legs driving her to whimper desperately. Her fingers grasped Santana's dark hair, messing it up.
"Come baby, come for me," Santana husked, working her fingers faster and flattening her tongue completely against Brittany's clit.
After a few seconds, Brittany cried out, her back arching and her eyes rolling back in her head as she came hard. Santana moaned at the added moisture coating her mouth and cheeks, licking her lover up and cleaning her diligently. She squeezed her own legs when she realized she was unbearably wet, the delicious consequence of getting on her knees and eating Brittany out.
Deep down, she wished they were home in a bed, where she could make love to her more properly, but as she licked Brittany's juices and heard her breath even out, she figured the storage room of her restaurant wasn't so bad.
When she looked up at Brittany, whose head was still thrown back against a sack of flour, she felt warm and fluttery—like her world was rocked back on its axis. She knew Brittany was still trying to figure out how their relationship worked after all these years, and Santana wasn't going to try to push her to reconsider them getting back together again, but she hoped this would at least bring them closer to the possibility. Brittany breaking up with her had been something she'd had trouble accepting for months—though she had begrudgingly understood her reasons—and now that they had reconnected, Santana was only too eager to get back with her. She knew they had both changed and matured, and she was ready to make it work.
Gently, she pushed Brittany's leg from her shoulder and pulled her underwear up her smooth legs. Brittany had opened her eyes and was now looking intently at Santana, a soft smile on her dazed face.
"Hi," Santana murmured when their eyes met.
Brittany's tired smile widened, and she pressed their lips together, her hand on Santana's cheek. Right before she could breathe out a shy "hi" in return, however, the door to the room swung open, making both girls jump and turn their heads.
"Oh my God!" Kurt yelped, and slammed the door shut.