The rest of the movie was spent in delicious torture. Santana's leg continued to press against Brittany's, and all Brittany could think about was how much more she wished was pressed up against her. When the credits finally started to roll, she felt Santana's eyes on her and looked over at the brunette. She had that smirk on again. Brittany wondered if this movie had been just as hard for Santana to watch as it had been for her.
"Hi," Santana said lowly. Her voice sounded a little huskier than usual, and Brittany was almost certain she was just as turned on.
"Hi," she said back, letting her eyes fall to those amazing lips.
"What now?" she whispered, quirking a very suggestive eyebrow at Brittany.
Fuck it all. That raised eyebrow suggested enough. Brittany unclenched her fists and began to lean in, wanting so desperately to feel Santana's lips again.
However, her stomach apparently wanted something else, and it rumbled embarrassingly loudly.
Santana chuckled at Brittany's talking stomach and threw the blanket off both of them.
"Funny, I'm hungry too."
She extended her hand to Brittany, who, though feeling a bit disappointed, took it eagerly. She allowed Santana to lead her into her own kitchen.
"Are you cooking this time?" Brittany asked amusedly.
"I have no idea how to cook..." Santana replied a little sheepishly.
"Looks like you're helping again then," Brittany said with a smile. "Our choices might be limited though..." She looked through her scant refrigerator.
"I'm happy with whatever," the brunette replied from the barstool.
After a few minutes, Brittany threw together a dinner consisting of turkey sandwiches and red wine. Classy.
"I would've gone to the store if I'd thought this out more," she said a little guiltily as she finished her sandwich.
Santana swallowed the bite she was taking and took another sip of wine. When she looked at Brittany, her smile was genuine.
"Brittany, this is just fine," she comforted the blonde. Then, looking down, she said a little more quietly, "I'm happy to have any dinner with you."
Brittany couldn't help but return Santana's smile. She was so cute when she was bashful. Santana cleared her throat, and when she spoke again, her voice was stronger.
"So, you didn't really plan this then? Inviting me over?"
Brittany paused but ultimately decided to tell the truth.
"Er...no. It was more of a whim thing."
"And what made you decide to take that whim?"
Watching two fictional characters kiss and thinking about kissing you.
"Oh...um...I just thought of you and...wanted to see what you were up to."
Santana just nodded; Brittany didn't know what the brunette had made of that information.
After they were both done eating, Brittany refilled their wine glasses, and they made their way back to the couch for another movie. Santana made no attempt to sit away from her again, and as soon as Brittany sat back down after putting the new movie in, Santana was there. Her leg, which felt even warmer now, was there. Brittany didn't think there was any way she could make it through this movie like this again. She leaned forward to take another sip of her wine, and when she sat back again, Santana was watching her instead of the movie. Her dark eyes fell to Brittany's lips, and she smirked again. Santana Lopez was too fucking sexy to handle. Balling her fists again, Brittany tore her gaze away and resumed watching the movie.
Not even a whole minute had passed before Brittany's level of arousal—and frustration—hit an all-time high. Santana had placed her hand on her bare thigh. Her fingers were tracing patterns against the very sensitive skin, and with every new swipe, they teased further and further up. Brittany's underwear was soaked in seconds. What the hell was wrong with her?
She didn't speak, but she knew that Santana knew she was turned on. Her breathing was becoming audibly more shallow. And it was definitely hotter under the blanket. She endured Santana's sweet torture silently until the woman took a particularly long swipe against the inside of her thigh. She could feel Santana's fingertips just under the hem of her shorts.
"God, Santana..." Brittany let out shakily, letting her head fall back against the couch.
The woman didn't stop her stroking. Pretty soon, Santana would actually brush her underwear. Brittany couldn't wait. Her clit was already throbbing.
"Santana...please..." Brittany directed at the ceiling.
"Tell me how turned on you are."
Even more wetness invaded Brittany's panties at the firmness in Santana's command.
"Find out for yourself," Brittany challenged, using the rest of her willpower in that one sentence. She looked away from the ceiling and back at the brunette. The movie played on, completely forgotten.
"I think you could be more turned on," Santana said huskily.
Without any further preamble, Santana shifted her position and leaned in. Then, all Brittany knew was that Santana's lips were on hers again. She tasted like the red wine they'd been drinking, and it was sheer ecstasy. Instinctively, Brittany laid back and pulled Santana's legs up onto the couch. Santana complied with this change of position, and then she was on top of Brittany, their bare legs tangling together. She held her torso up though, not putting her weight on Brittany or giving her the friction she so desperately needed.
"Santana...I need to feel you," Brittany said desperately, freeing her lips from Santana's to say it.
Santana smirked down at her but lowered her body. Her perfect breasts pressed into Brittany's, and her hip came to rest right over Brittany's clit. This woman knew what she was doing.
Lowering her head, she started placing open-mouthed kisses down Brittany's neck and collarbone. Brittany's breath came in shallow gasps.
Kissing her way across Brittany's chest, she made her way up to Brittany's ear and whispered one of the most seductive things Brittany's ever heard.
"Is this how it starts? What do you think about? When you're getting off to me?"
"Jesus, Santana..."
The woman didn't wait for Brittany to elaborate further. She began kissing again with renewed vigor. Her lips, down her jawline, across her neck, her collarbone. Santana's lips were flawless, and they moved so flawlessly over Brittany's skin. The blonde desperately wanted to feel them in more places. She was getting so worked up, and Santana hadn't even properly touched her yet. Losing her last ounce of self-control, Brittany let out a loud moan.
Bringing her lips back to Brittany's ear, she placed one more kiss before whispering again.
"Are you going to moan for me when I fuck you?" As she finished her question, she bit down gently on Brittany's neck below her ear. At the same time, her hand found Brittany's breast, and she began to massage it through Brittany's tank top. Her nipple immediately hardened again under Santana's touch, and then she felt Santana circle it with her fingertip while her tongue soothed the bite she'd made to her neck. Really, it was all just too much for her body to handle—the sexiest woman on the fucking planet was circling her nipple, kissing her neck, and talking dirty to her. Brittany wondered how she hadn't exploded already.
Seemingly reading her mind, Santana then did the one thing that Brittany's body couldn't handle. Oh-so-lightly, Brittany felt Santana's hip grind gently against her clit. Even through her soaked underwear—and probably soaked shorts too—it was still too much for her oversensitive skin. She felt that familiar tightening in her stomach and was shocked this was already happening.
"Oh my god, Santana..."
She waited a few more seconds to be sure. Santana gently rocked into her core a few more times. Yes, she was sure.
"Santana...oh God...I think I'm going to..."
Santana stopped kissing her neck to whisper in her ear one last time.
"That's right...come for me, baby." And then her tongue licked the outer shell of Brittany's ear, and it was all too much. The grinding, the touching, the kissing...Santana calling her baby...
Brittany felt her insides contract wildly, and her hips involuntarily bucked up to find more friction against Santana's. She was moaning loudly again, but she didn't care.
Santana let her ride out her orgasm, continuing to kiss her neck but more gently, more tender now. When Brittany's body finally began to unwind, Santana lifted her head and looked down at her with an adoring expression, and Brittany felt like she could just melt right there. Well, she kind of already had...
"God Santana," Brittany panted breathlessly, looking up at her. Her breathing was still ragged, and she couldn't believe that had just happened; she'd never had an orgasm without really even being touched there, through her clothes.
Santana leaned down and placed one more kiss to Brittany's lips, and then she just rested her head on Brittany's shoulder, letting all of her weight fall against Brittany. It was the best feeling in the world.
"I'm tired," she said sleepily against the skin of Brittany's neck.
Tired wasn't exactly what Brittany had been thinking, but Santana had definitely wiped out her energy.
"But...what about you?" She couldn't help that her question sounded more like a plea. She wanted so badly to flip them over and fuck Santana until she was the one screaming.
Santana lifted her head and looked at Brittany with a smile. "Would you hate me if I told you I'd rather wait? For me?"
Brittany returned the smile and shook her head. She could never, ever hate Santana; she was definitely falling in love with her.
"And when you don't want to wait anymore?" Brittany asked, hope entering her voice.
"You'll be the first to know," she said around another smile. "Can we finish watching this in bed?" she asked, nodding her head toward the movie that was now probably halfway over.
Brittany grinned dopily up at her. She had been sure Santana would want to leave after what had just happened.
"You want to stay here? You don't want to sleep at home? It's been getting better, hasn't it?"
"It has. But it's more fun sleeping next to you."
Brittany beamed and nodded. "Can't argue with that."
The blonde retrieved the DVD from the player, and they made their way to the bedroom. Once the movie was playing again, Brittany climbed into bed and laid down into her pillows. Her body was still getting over the amazing orgasm she'd just unexpectedly had.
Not waiting to fall asleep this time, Santana scooted over and cuddled up next to Brittany, watching the movie with way more attention now.
Brittany looked down at the brunette and began to hope that maybe—just maybe—this wonderful, perfect, beautiful, mysterious goddess was starting to fall in love with her too.