The next morning, Brittany sat down at her desk feeling very rejuvenated indeed. She'd slept well into the afternoon and then had gone to bed again at her usual time the night before. She hadn't even needed her usual coffee this morning. She was about to pick up the phone to answer voicemails when she looked into Santana's office to see what the brunette was doing.

When her eyes fell on Santana, she felt her heartbeat promptly pick up. The suspenders were back. Brittany really had no idea why she liked them so much, but Santana rocked them like nobody else. The woman must have felt Brittany's eyes on her, because she looked up within seconds and gave Brittany a cute little grin before resuming her pacing with the book in her hands.

After checking the voicemails, Brittany made her way into the office with her notes. Santana paused in her pacing to hear everything out.

"Good morning, Santana," Brittany said casually, but she let her eyes quickly travel over the woman's body.

Again, Santana smiled at her. Brittany was pleased to see she was back to being playful.

"Hi," she replied, looking up at Brittany from under her eyelashes. Brittany had no idea how she could turn her on and be such a dork at the same time.

Brittany found herself smiling back as she informed Santana about her schedule.

"You have meetings at 11, 2, and 4, and you have a phone conference at 9:30. Here is the list of names that go with each of them."

Brittany handed over a small sticky note. Then, unable to stop herself in their closer proximity, she reached out and lightly tugged on one of Santana's suspenders.

"I like these." This was normal for them, right?

"I'll remember that," she said flirtatiously.

Brittany smiled and let go of the material, then made her way back to her desk. Santana's schedule was so full they really didn't have much of a chance to interact again, but something about her boss seemed different today. Even though they couldn't really talk, Santana kept looking over at Brittany throughout the day. Every time they made eye contact, she'd smile for a split second, and Brittany would feel her heart flutter just a little. It wasn't her usual seductive grin, but Brittany's body reacted to it all the same every single time. By the end of the day, when Santana's last client had walked out, Brittany knew it was all over. She walked into Santana's office and paused just inside the door.

Santana grinned up at her from her desk.

"You know what you've been doing to me all day. You know you're driving me crazy."

"I had no idea," she said, feigning shock. Brittany couldn't handle any more teasing from Santana.

"Come here," she ordered.

The grin on Santana's lips grew wider, but she stood up and made her way over to Brittany, stopping just in front of her.

"Yes?" she whispered, raising an eyebrow.

"You were right, you know." Brittany had no idea why she was so calm right now.

"About what, in particular?"

"About me. Losing control."

Seeing the shocked look on Santana's face was exquisite. Reaching behind her, she shut Santana's office door quietly without taking her eyes off the brunette. Then, in one swift movement, she put her hands on Santana's shoulders and quickly turned both of them around, gently pushing Santana up against the closed door. It took all of two seconds.

"Santana, I...I need...to know what this feels like. So if you really don't want me to do this, then you should stop me now."

Santana said nothing. Brittany stepped forward and placed her hands on Santana's hips. Santana's lips parted, and her breaths were coming out ragged and broken. Brittany's panties were already soaked.

She leaned in, parting her own lips but not quite touching Santana's. She could feel Santana's hips moving slightly with her heavy breathing. Teasingly, she leaned in another centimeter and let her lips barely graze Santana's, sliding over them without really kissing her. She felt like she was getting high off of this. She pulled away again.

At that little bit of contact, Santana's hands came up to Brittany's back, and she pulled Brittany's body closer. She loved finally taunting Santana back a little. Making her feel weak and out of control.

"Brittany...please."

Her voice was raspier than ever. Hearing her plead like that destroyed the last of Brittany's remaining willpower. Brittany leaned back in, and weeks of built-up desire all came crashing out. Her parted lips met Santana's, and she was pretty sure her heart was about to explode. Santana was kissing her back, and her lips were so fucking soft. Brittany's own breathing became ragged, and everything else ceased to exist. Santana's tongue glided across her bottom lip tantalizingly slowly, and then it was in her mouth. Brittany heard herself moan.

Santana's hands left Brittany's back to find purchase in her hair. This was the best loss of control Brittany had ever experienced in her entire fucking life. She let her hands travel up a few inches and around Santana's waist. Stepping forward slightly, she pushed Santana harder into the door. God, it was getting warm. Finally, she pulled away, letting their lips part. Hers felt a little swollen already. When she looked into Santana's eyes, they were completely black. The woman's fingers were still tangled in her blonde hair. Hardly a second passed before Brittany lowered her head again, this time to kiss Santana's neck. Santana let out a whimper of her own when Brittany's lips started roaming her skin. God, she smelled good.

Brittany knew she needed to stop soon. If she didn't, she wouldn't be able to. Ever. With one last lingering kiss to Santana's pulse point, she brought her arms from around Santana's back and stepped backward. They were both breathing as if they'd run a marathon.

Santana was the first to speak after several long minutes. "Oh my God," she said breathlessly.

The way she said it alone made Brittany want to attack her again, but she held her ground.

"I had to. I don't know what it was about today...but I had to." Brittany whispered.

Santana waited a few seconds before responding. "So...what now?" she asked, like it was completely Brittany's decision.

Brittany smiled. "Now, I'm going home before I can attack you again. I'll see you tomorrow, Santana."

She grabbed one of Santana's hands and gently pulled her away from the door. The brunette looked completely flabbergasted. Opening the door, Brittany turned back around and gave her boss a quick wink before walking out. It was nice to be in control, for once.

She thought of nothing else on the way home. She was actually pretty proud of herself for being able to kiss Santana without having a heart attack. And then for being able to walk out, knowing that Santana wanted more. Her lips had felt so good. And that sound. That whimper. Brittany felt so jittery thinking about it. She even felt a little bit drunk, like it was hard to continuously walk in a straight line. It was wonderful.

Once she got home, she immediately picked up her journal and turned to the first clean page. In her haste to write down her thoughts, her handwriting was sloppy and wild.

Dear Journal,

I kissed her. And I didn't die. And it was probably the most thrilling feeling ever. I don't know what happens now. But I kissed her.

Until next time,

Brittany

P.S. She tastes fucking amazing.