Back at home and in her comfy sweats, Brittany couldn't stop thinking about her day at work. Santana Lopez had to be the sexiest thing she'd ever seen in her fucking life, and she couldn't get over how easily the woman turned her on. Trying desperately to distract herself, she lazed around on her couch watching TV...reading a magazine...nothing worked. She just kept getting more and more frustrated. Santana was going to make her explode one day. She knew it.
Deciding that Santana was not, in fact, going to take her up on her dinner offer, Brittany made a quick dinner for herself before resuming her place on the couch. The show she was trying to watch was failing miserably at keeping her attention, and once again, she found herself thinking of Santana.
Her toned legs in that skirt...God, that ass...
The pounding was starting to come back again. Without even consciously deciding to do so, Brittany turned onto her back and let her hand glide down her body to slip under the band in her sweatpants. Her fingertips quickly met the warm heat that was already seeping through her panties, and Brittany lightly started rubbing herself through them.
"It's hard enough to behave here, don't you think?"
Brittany heard Santana's words in her head again, and it fueled her further. She pulled her hand back up a few inches only to dip back down again, this time under her panties. Everything was intensified. The heat, the wetness, God the feeling. Brittany allowed a few seconds to tease herself, lightly drawing circles around her clit with two fingers. She knew she wouldn't last long though...the pounding was becoming harder and harder. To keep herself going a little longer, she dropped her fingers between her folds. They were completely drenched within seconds.
Bringing her free hand up to her breast, she cupped it forcefully over her t-shirt. It only turned her on more. Bringing her hand back up to once again swipe across her clit, she thought of Santana's nose grazing against her ear as she'd whispered to her earlier...and she plunged two fingers deep into herself. She wanted to explode right then but held on a little longer, working her fingers inside herself. All it took was one good thrust and one more circle on her clit, and Brittany felt the tension that had been building up in her stomach crumble. She fell over the edge, feeling her own walls clamp down on her fingers as she rode out her orgasm.
She lay there for a few minutes afterward, letting the aftershocks subside. Gently, she pulled out her fingers and went to wash her hands in the sink. After she'd finished, she stood in her kitchen feeling mildly stunned. She honestly was not the kind to masturbate very often...and on those rare occasions when she did, she usually liked to work up to it a lot more. She had no idea why Santana had this effect on her...but electricity was humming through her now that she'd relieved herself.
Deciding to go out and grab a coffee (and kind of hoping she'd see Santana since she'd run into her there before), Brittany changed into more presentable clothes and made her way to the coffee shop. When she arrived, she was disappointed at Santana's absence, but she knew the odds were slim and decided to get the coffee she came for anyway.
Instead of taking it with her, she made her way over to an empty booth next to a window facing the street. She felt so mellowed out now that it was quite enjoyable to sit, sipping her coffee and watching the people walk by. Brittany sat there for at least an hour, her coffee long gone and the coffee shop much more empty.
When she finally decided to leave and head back home, she picked up the jacket that she'd thrown into the booth with her. Surprised to find a brown leather book under her jacket, she picked it up and examined it briefly. It had no cover and was worn and weathered with age. Brittany immediately recognized it as some kind of journal. Without any good reason why, without even opening it, she tucked it under her arm and took it home with her. She didn't know then that everything was about to change. Again.
Brittany entered the skyscraper the following morning thinking of the previous night. She'd gotten home, hung her jacket on the hook by the door, and sat down on her couch with the journal. Examining the outside more thoroughly, she realized that it must be very old indeed. The spine was cracked in several places, and the mesh binding was showing through. But the worn leather was soft under her fingertips, almost cloth-like. She had flicked through the pages quickly to find that over half of it was filled with someone else's writing, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to read any of it. Reading another person's journal would be rude. Then again, she had just stolen another person's journal. Wasn't that just as bad?
She didn't know why she'd felt compelled to bring it home; she only knew that she didn't want to leave it in that lonely booth, so she'd ended up leaving it on her coffee table, deciding to figure out what to do with it later.
Bringing herself back to the present, she stepped off the elevator. She was feeling confident today. Santana had definitely teased her to her breaking point yesterday, and Brittany decided to turn the tables this morning. She'd gone with a power suit of her own (only one of two that she owned), but she wore it well. The black slacks hugged her ass in just the right way and then fell straight down, showing off the tips of her bright red pumps. The light gray button down she had tucked in was very similar to the ones Santana always wore—the ones that made her stomach feel jittery. Her hair had also decided to play along this morning and was falling in loose golden curls down her back. Yeah, she felt good today.
She was already smiling before she'd even rounded that last corner, but her smile vanished as soon as she saw her desk and was replaced by a look of confusion. Santana was sitting in Brittany's chair with her head bent over a book. Brittany quickly looked at Santana's office to find the door shut. She was growing more confused by the second.
"Um, good morning?" she half-said, half-asked.
Santana looked up at the sound of Brittany's voice, and a profound look of relief washed over her face.
"Brittany," she said with a huge sigh, "thank God you're here." She stood up from Brittany's desk and walked straight to the blonde, clasping both of Brittany's wrists. Her hands were warm and soft as usual. Brittany liked when Santana initiated contact.
"Santana, what's going on? Are you locked out of your office or something?" Brittany asked, nodding her head towards the closed office door.
Santana looked down like she was embarrassed. "I think the cleaning lady must have come in last night after I left..."
That was not what Brittany had been expecting to hear. Not at all.
"Okayy...and did she lock you out?" Brittany asked, still confused. Santana's grip on her wrists tightened just a little before she next spoke.
"Well...she left the blinds open. All the way open."
She raised her dark brown eyes back up to Brittany's. She looked embarrassed, frightened, vulnerable. She was adorable. Brittany wanted to hug her.
Brittany smiled down at her. "I'll go close them."
She gently removed her hands from Santana's grasp and opened the office door. Sure enough, the blinds were pushed all the way to both walls, and the room was flooded with early morning light. She looked back to see Santana facing away, clearly avoiding looking into the room.
Brittany walked up to the blinds on the left side and began to close them, but as she brought them towards the center, she looked out at New York City. The sun hadn't been up long; the light was still more of a reddish-gold than yellow, and it reflected in all the glass windows of the other buildings, turning them all gold. Once again, a beautiful scene was unfolding, and Santana was missing it. She went to the other side and pulled those blinds towards the center too, but she left a small gap and turned around. Santana was standing at the door frame, looking at her standing in the sunlight.
"Would you like to see something beautiful?" Brittany asked the brunette.
Santana hesitated before answering. "You know I don't like heights."
"I also know you did like looking out at the snow that day. It was amazing to see, and so is this."
Santana still hadn't budged.
"Please. I want you see it."
The brunette clenched her jaw once and walked towards her, stopping very close. Brittany could almost feel an electric current between the small space separating them and fought against the urge to touch her again. She nodded her head toward the window, and Santana took one deep breath and looked out. Brittany watched her closely. The reflected sunlight in her eyes made them even more beautiful. Her jet black hair seemed to have strands of red in it. She looked glorious.
"Thank you," she said quietly to Brittany, still looking out at the city.
"For what?" Brittany asked, not taking her eyes off the woman.
"For closing these, first. But then for showing me this. I...I mean...I guess it doesn't seem as bad when it's so pretty." She pulled her eyes away from the window and up into Brittany's, and then her eyes travelled swiftly down Brittany's body. It was then that she seemed to finally notice what Brittany was wearing. She took a step back and cleared her throat, attempting a neutral tone of voice.
"Erm...you look...nice today."
Brittany smiled playfully. "Are you saying I don't look nice on other days?"
"Oh, um...no...you look good then too. Well, not good, but you know...I mean...you look nice then too. I just said something about it today, when on other days I don't and...stuff."
Brittany's smile grew wider. Flustered Santana was probably her new favorite thing.
She leaned in toward her boss and whispered quietly, "You're cute when you stutter."
Leaning back again, she saw Santana's jaw drop just a little bit. Sweet satisfaction.
"I'm gonna go check the voicemails now," Brittany said casually. Santana did nothing but nod.