In a blur of movements, Santana managed to jump out of bed, rush to the closet, grab the box she still remembered, and take out a light blue dildo and its darker harness.

Brittany, now on her back and watching Santana intently, trailed her fingers to her core. "Put it on," she said.

Santana almost lost her mind when Brittany started slowly circling her own entrance, but quickly did as she was told. After a few minutes, the harness was rubbing against her in the most sinful way, and the dildo was finally in place. She walked back to the bed and kissed Brittany's quivering thighs, moaning at the sight of her wet core.

"You really are soaked," she said in awe.

When Brittany groaned, Santana moved so she was settled in between her thighs. Brittany closed her eyes briefly when the tip of the dildo rutted into her, barely brushing against her clit.

Santana smiled deviously, pressing the head slightly harder and moving it in tight circles. "Tell me what you want," she ordered.

Brittany moaned, "Just—take me Santana. No games."

Santana smirked as she looked at Brittany with obvious satisfaction. She was enraptured by the beauty beneath her and overjoyed that they could finally re-explore their sex life. She loved her more than anything, and she was content in cuddling or simply eating breakfast with her, but it would be lying to say she hadn't missed the sex. Now that they were so open about their feelings, it was ten times more satisfying, which was saying a lot.

"San," Brittany breathed out. "Please, baby."

Santana shook her head, snapping herself out of her thoughts, then smiled softly at Brittany and kissed her knee. After she let go of her thighs, she leaned down to kiss her stomach. She dipped her tongue into her navel but Brittany groaned at the wet sensation, now too wound up to appreciate the slow burn. Gently but firmly, she gripped Santana's shoulders when her mouth started kissing down her soft mound. "No, honey, please..."

Santana lifted her head and her eyebrows furrowed, wondering what had caused Brittany to stop her from reaching her sweet sex.

"I want you to lay on me," Brittany rasped, "and slip it inside me. Make love to me, just like that."

Santana shivered at the sweet, torturous words. Swiftly, she traced Brittany's slit with the head of the dildo and pressed on her most sensitive spot. When Brittany's thighs quivered and her eyes fluttered, she nudged her folds apart and slowly slipped the tip in, inching herself deeper as Brittany muffled a moan into her pillow.

"O-oh yes..."

"Do you want lube?" Santana suddenly remembered, "I don't want to hurt y—"

"No," Brittany protested. "Just come here. Hold me."

Santana complied wordlessly, pushing the fake member in deeper as she lay over Brittany. She peppered loving kisses from her breasts to her neck and forehead, letting Brittany get used to the penetration.

Finally, she gave a tentative push of her hips, smiling when the blonde moaned and her eyes fluttered shut. Slowly, she pulled back out, eyes lingering on every inch of perfect skin beneath her. Brittany shuddered as she looked at Santana, so beautiful and unabashed. Sneakily, she managed to cup her breasts, brushing her thumbs over dusky nipples.

Santana's thrusts picked up speed at the sensation, and quickly she lowered her head to slip her tongue inside Brittany's eager mouth. They kissed for what felt like ages, but Santana had to break the moment so she could drive the dildo deeper and harder into Brittany.

"Uh," the blonde breathed out, her eyes fighting to stay open as her body writhed.

"You're so sexy," Santana rasped, working her hips faster. "So gorgeous, so mine."

Brittany moaned, legs spreading wider as the pleasure coursed through her, building faster and stronger with each quick thrust. Santana was incredible at this. She usually favored tongue and fingers over toys, but when they were both in a friskier mood, she always proved strap-on sex could be just as passionate as it was rough. There was no question Santana was making love to her.

"Good?" Santana interrupted her thoughts, sweet and attentive.

Brittany nodded wordlessly, fingers clutching at the sheet beneath her. When Santana stopped all movement with only the head of dildo still inside, Brittany looked at her quizzically.

"Baby, what—"

Santana drove hard into her, the jolt of shock and pleasure taking Brittany by surprise. "Oh my go—" She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan.

Presented with her delicate neck, Santana couldn't resist the temptation. She bent over slightly, hips still thrusting, slower this time, and attached her lips to Brittany's skin. She nipped and sucked with vigor, spurred on by Brittany's panting.

After a moment, she detached her lips and looked down at Brittany. With her blonde hair wild and her face flushed, her thin lips swollen and her eyes darker, she looked very much like a mad angel. In response to her observation, Santana smirked deviously. She would make this angel scream if that was the last thing she did.

Now laying fully on her, she rested her head on her shoulder and slid her hands down Brittany's sides. As she kissed the bruise that was forming on Brittany's neck, she started rubbing circles on her clit.

At this angle, the dildo slipped deeper into Brittany, causing her to cant her hips and meet Santana's fast thrusts.

"God, I wish I could feel you," Santana panted heavily. "Feel how wet you are, how tight and warm."

Brittany whimpered in pleasure as her nails dug into Santana's back. She was so close.

"Yes, ohh, faster—"

Santana's movements became erratic, short and fast and just enough to have Brittany come with a scream, Santana's name on her lips and in all her thoughts. She groaned and moaned as her muscles tensed and the pleasure exploded, coursing through her at what felt like light speed.

Santana hummed against her neck, slowing her hips as she brought Brittany down. She cupped her ass and continued rubbing her clit gently, making Brittany shiver from the small aftershocks.

Finally, Santana carefully slipped the dildo out of Brittany and moved to the side of the bed. She took the harness off and smiled when Brittany caressed her naked back lazily. After she was unstrapped, Santana laid on her side, hand supporting her head as she smiled down at the blonde.

"That was good, baby...really good..." Brittany murmured.

Santana hummed in agreement and she kissed her lips, too relaxed to move any other muscle. Brittany grinned against her mouth, but quickly started dozing off. Santana knew she was always one for short naps after some particularly vigorous sex, but she herself was much too overjoyed to go to sleep just now. Besides, she never missed an opportunity to have Brittany stroke her ego.

"So? Verdict?"

Confused, Brittany peered up at Santana with a frown. When she realized what Santana meant, she chuckled. "Oh, right."

Santana bit her bottom lip, hiding her grin.

"Well," Brittany trailed off, "I think that...we definitely woke the neighbors."

"Mhmm, that's right."

"But..." Brittany smirked. "You are still no match for my mad skills."

Santana's mouth popped open. "Britt! Are you for real? I just made you come all over the damn thing!"

"Oh yeah, the thing made me come..." Brittany hummed teasingly.

"So you're saying I don't do it for you?"

Brittany laughed, then grabbed Santana's arms to pull her towards her. Santana fell with a humph on her stomach, her breasts resting on Brittany's.

"That has got to be the silliest thing you've ever said, because you, Santana Lopez," Brittany kissed her cheek, "totally do it for me. You're like...the best I've ever had."

Santana's lips curved into a shy smile. "The best?"

Brittany smiled against her cheek, fluttering her eyelashes against it. "Mhm," she nodded.

When Santana only smirked in response, Brittany bit her lip. "Well, um...what about me?"

Santana feigned surprise. "Oh, you? Yeah I guess you're okay."

Brittany pouted. "Just okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Dubious, Brittany held herself up on her elbows. "Do I have to tickle this answer out of you?"

Santana's eyes widened. She shifted away from Brittany. "Tickle me? No, that won't be necessa—Britt!"

Brittany lunged at her, wicked smile in place, tickling her stomach until Santana burst with laughter, screeching for her to stop as she wiggled in all directions. The sheets crumpled at the foot of the bed as Brittany trapped Santana, pinning her arms over her head.

"Say it," she ordered with a grin.

After she tried to move unsuccessfully, Santana finally gave up, looking at Brittany with false annoyance. "Fine, you crazy woman." After a pause, her eyes softened and she dropped the charade. She smiled genuinely and lifted her head so her lips could hover in front of Brittany's. "You are, without a doubt, the best sex I've ever had."

Brittany wiggled her eyebrows happily.

Santana's eyes sparkled with adoration. "Being with you makes me the happiest woman. I'm crazy in love with you."

Brittany unpinned her arms, instead interlocking their fingers together, and kissed Santana lovingly, slipping her tongue inside her mouth. With that single kiss, Brittany knew she'd conveyed everything she felt for the gorgeous woman beneath her. Her love, desire, gratitude, and eagerness for a future together. Still, she felt it couldn't hurt to express all that out loud with a simple but sincere, "I love you, too."