After bursting into giggles and walking past a mortified Kurt, Brittany and Santana had headed out of the restaurant on impulse. Santana had teased Brittany that she was a terrible influence, forcing her to leave her job so early, but Brittany had merely shrugged and smiled knowingly. They'd played this little game long enough for Brittany to know that Santana was still painfully turned on, and the thought of leaving her in that storage room alone seemed completely unfair. It didn't hurt that pleasuring Santana was something she couldn't get her mind off. It'd been a while since she'd had her writhing beneath her, and the thought only led her to hurry her steps.
They were only ten minutes away from Brittany's house, walking hurriedly hand in hand, when they were stopped short by a familiar face.
"Quinn, hi!"
"Hey Britt," the young woman smiled. Then, taking note of Santana's confused face, she tilted her head to the side. "Santana, right?"
Santana nodded, albeit a bit blankly. She remembered seeing her in passing that first time she'd...well, thrown herself at Brittany, and so it wasn't surprising that she felt mild irritation towards the woman. It seemed she was always here at the worst possible time. Santana needed Brittany's hands and mouth on her as quickly as possible, but this Quinn Fabray seemed hell-bent on making her wait.
"Yeah," she swallowed awkwardly. She was pretty sure squirming around like a worm looked suspicious, but to hell with that; her thighs had a mind of their own.
"Hey, um, didn't you have that meeting today?" Brittany asked, feeling dread all of a sudden. She really hoped Quinn wouldn't mention Cuisine.
"Oh yeah, it's in two hours. But I actually just came from a meeting with Shelb—"
"Okay!" Brittany sputtered out hastily. Santana arched an eyebrow at her, and Quinn looked taken aback. "I'm sorry um—Santana and I have a, uh, meeting too actually. Well, we're going to the movies so we need to hurry. I'll call you though, 'kay?"
Quinn blinked confusedly before she shook herself out of her stupor. "Okay. Um...have fun then."
Santana smiled, now feeling kind of bad for the woman. Brittany had completely cut her off and lied to her face, which she was sure Quinn was aware of.
After parting ways, though, she couldn't help but chuckle. Brittany's forehead seemed a bit sweaty, and she looked like she'd just had an out-of-body experience. "Jeez Britt, I know we're both horny, but that was just rough."
Brittany bit her lip, feeling both relieved and scared out of her wits. What if Quinn had talked about Cuisine? How mad and confused and betrayed would Santana feel right now? Would they still be walking hand-in-hand, eager to make love in bed? It felt so terribly wrong, like she was taking advantage of the chef. She knew she would be furious at her if she knew, yet Brittany would soon have sex with her knowing full-well the only reason it was happening was because her lies had yet to be discovered.
Suddenly, she couldn't help but feel sleazy.
Clearing her throat, she tried coming up with an alternative. "Well, we actually could go see a movie if you want..."
Santana laughed and shook her head. "Nuh uh, there is no way I'm not getting off one way or another in the next 30 minutes. If you want Boston moviegoers to see my o-face, that's fine, but it's in your best interest that you take me to your place. Like now. Seriously."
Brittany couldn't help but smile at Santana's eagerness. It would be incredibly selfish of her not to fulfill her needs, and even if she felt guilty, she would make sure the evening was all about Santana.
After a seven-minute race, both of them laughing like two 16-year olds, they finally reached the front steps of Brittany's home.
"Better hurry, babe," Santana smirked, watching her fumble with her keys. "You don't want your neighbors to see me butt-naked now, do you?"
Brittany groaned and quickly unlocked the door, pulling Santana inside and slamming the door behind them. She dropped her purse on the floor and pushed Santana against the wall, smiling triumphantly when her breath hitched and her eyes darkened.
"Bri—"
She cut her off with a kiss, but Santana was playing hard to get. "Open your mouth," she whispered fervently.
Santana complied easily, realizing that teasing would only work against her. Brittany's tongue slipped inside her mouth with ease, and soon they were fighting for dominance. Their bodies pressed against each other in the most maddening way, and Santana realized they were grinding like teenagers when the blonde moaned into her mouth. When her mind got so clouded that she couldn't think anymore, she felt Brittany part her thighs and cup her ass, lifting her up against the wall.
"Bedroom," Santana panted against her mouth, lips red and swollen. Quickly, Brittany carried her up the stairs and into the master bedroom, only stopping twice to recapture her lips.
Clothes were shed in a matter of minutes, and when Santana finally slid onto the bed, beckoning for Brittany to join her, the blonde had to take a few seconds. She swallowed, almost nervously, when her eyes took in Santana's body. Her messy hair, her dark eyes and full lips, the slope of her neck and her protruding collarbone, the swell of her breasts, her dusky nipples pointed into hard nubs, the defined lines of her V that led down to her mound...it was all such a mouthwatering sight that had her licking her lips.
"Please Britt, I...I need you."
Brittany snapped out of her daze at Santana's feverish tone, immediately joining her. She kissed her lips reassuringly before trailing a hot path down her neck, spurred on when Santana tilted her head to the side. Feeling confident that she'd sucked on Santana's weak spot long enough, Brittany devoted her mouth to the nipples yearning for attention. She covered one with her lips while she pinched and teased the other with her fingers, her eyes still focused on Santana's face. She could see the way Santana's eyelids fluttered, the way her lips parted to let out the smallest of whimpers, which only added to her own arousal. But, mindful of her promise to herself, she quickly focused on Santana's growing need.
Letting go of her nipple with a soft pop, she parted Santana's legs wider, her eyes now trailing down to her core. Santana was so wet and tense, her abs quivering in anticipation. Brittany wanted to draw this out, but she could see the chef was already at her limit. It'd been too long since she'd last had another woman touch her, and Brittany could only imagine how sexually frustrated she had to be.
"No more waiting, baby," she murmured, lowering herself in between her legs. "I've got you."
Santana looked down at Brittany's head, "God, I need you everywhere." She gripped at the sheet beneath her when Brittany finally licked up her slit, her warm tongue feeling incredible against her sex.
"Oh," she breathed out.
Brittany kept her eyes on Santana's face, the familiarity of going down on her rushing back in seconds. She remembered the way Santana gasped when she flattened her tongue and moaned breathily when she made it pointier. She remembered the way Santana's legs spread wider when she was getting closer to her climax, and the way her fingers dug into her hair when she dipped her tongue inside her.
So, when Santana's thighs parted even further, Brittany knew she was already close to the edge. It wasn't surprising; it had been a while for her after all, and it only spurred Brittany on. She worked her tongue harder, bringing Santana up with each lick and flick. After a few seconds, she circled her clit slowly, knowing how sensitive it was.
When Santana begged her to make her come, Brittany groaned and crawled back up her body, sucking on her nipples. She dipped her hand between the darker woman's legs, entering her briskly with two fingers.
"Yes!" Santana whimpered, her pelvis canting up. "You're so tight," Brittany husked. "So wet."
She pumped her fingers slowly at first, wanting Santana to get used to feeling them inside her. When Santana's whimpers grew more desperate, she withdrew them only to push back in harder, working her faster. She kissed Santana anywhere her lips could reach, pressing her mouth against her skin the exact same time she drew tighter circles on her clit.
"Britt, I'm—"
"Let go, baby," Brittany whispered, lifting her head up to look at Santana's face. After a few more hard pumps, Santana's back arched and her toes curled, her muscles contracting as she came hard.
Brittany kissed her heaving breasts before crawling back down, softly cleaning Santana's sex with her tongue. After a few seconds she kissed her stomach and then moved to the side. Santana turned around and kissed her shoulder blade.
"Thank you," she murmured quietly, a relaxed smile tugging at her lips.
Brittany smoothed her hand over her neck, pushing away some sweaty strands of hair. "You're so polite after sex."
Santana chuckled, swatting her shoulder gently. "Shut up."
"Okay, I take it back," Brittany grinned. She kissed her forehead before trailing back down to her jaw and then her lips. "Get some rest, honey."
"Mm...I love when you call me that..." Santana closed her eyes tiredly, her muscles feeling like cotton as she unwound completely. She felt so comfortable, and it only took a few seconds for her breathing to even out. Brittany smiled before pulling the blanket over them and resting her left arm around Santana's waist.