Lying in bed watching a movie with Santana was, in Brittany's opinion, one of the best ways to spend a Saturday. Not only that, they weren't just lying in bed—they were cuddling. Legit cuddling, and Brittany didn't think she could ever be more comfortable. She laid on her back, with Santana's head in the crook of her neck, her arm resting lightly over Brittany's stomach and one of her legs casually lying across Brittany's. Brittany's arm was tucked behind Santana's shoulders, and while she traced light patterns over the woman's arm, Santana did the same across Brittany's stomach. With all this extra skin-on-skin contact, they were perfectly toeing the line between sweet comfort and tantalizing seduction. Every breath Santana took danced along the bare skin of Brittany's chest, and try as she might to control her thoughts, she couldn't quite shake the notion that Santana's perfect lips were just inches from her still-hard nipple. Her thin tank top was the only thing separating them. Each time Santana laughed at something in the movie, Brittany could feel every movement of the woman's body against hers. She suddenly wished they were watching something funnier.
As the movie neared its end, Brittany's thoughts began to shift back to what had happened on the couch. Santana's body moving against hers, her expert hands cupping her breast, her teeth biting into the flesh of Brittany's neck. Brittany coming undone beneath her, without even a real touch—just Santana's proximity and the sound of her voice in Brittany's ear. She could practically still feel the blood pounding through her veins. Then, she thought of that moment afterward, that moment when she thought she'd feel Santana for the first time—how brief that moment had been and how quickly it had been replaced with a mild feeling of rejection.
Santana wanted to wait, and Brittany respected that, but she couldn't help but wonder why. They'd been playing this game of trying to squash their desires for so long now, and Brittany had thought that was finally over. Especially now, with Santana happily curled up in her arms, Brittany wondered why she didn't want to take that step with her.
The TV screen went black, and the credits started to flash across it. Deciding to go for it and hope for the best, Brittany looked down at the small brunette in her arms.
"Santana? Can we talk about something?"
Santana lifted her beautiful face to meet Brittany's eyes, but not before she nuzzled into the blonde's neck and placed a chaste kiss to the skin under Brittany's jaw.
"Hmm?" she asked, smiling her perfect smile.
Brittany tried to ignore the shot of pleasure that raked over her body from both Santana's kiss and the look in her eyes.
"About earlier..."
Santana immediately sat up a little more, a concerned expression on her face.
"Do you regret it? Brittany, I'm sorry. I should have just—"
Brittany quickly cut her off, entirely confused at how Santana could possibly think Brittany would ever regret one of the most amazing experiences of her life.
"Santana, no. Of course I don't regret it. It's just...well...I thought we were going to...you know..." Ugh, she sounded like an awkward teenager. Why couldn't she just say it? She had thought they were going to have sex. She hurried on, trying to cover up her embarrassment. "And then you didn't want to...which is fine. I promise it's fine. I guess I'm just confused..."
Feeling herself start to ramble, she just got to her question, hoping she wouldn't sound like an idiot.
"Santana, are we dating?"
The woman's look of concern instantly shifted into a huge smile, and she gave Brittany a gentle squeeze with the arm draped over the blonde's waist.
"Do you want to date me?"
Do fish swim?
"Santana, there's not a good enough synonym for the word 'yes' to describe how badly I want to date you."
Brittany felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Man, that was cheesy. On the other hand, she couldn't bring herself to feel self-conscious, and it was totally worth it to see Santana looking at her like that.
"Then I suppose I need to ask you out on a date," Santana whispered.
Brittany could feel the atmosphere around them starting to shift ever so slightly.
"We already had our first date though," Brittany reminded her, bringing the arm not underneath Santana around to rest it on the woman's hip.
Santana was already impossibly close, but she shifted slightly to somehow press her body even more against Brittany's. She could feel the heat through Santana's shorts on her leg.
"But I didn't ask you. I need to ask you," she said even more quietly, her voice becoming dangerously sexy.
Brittany just quirked an eyebrow at her, urging her to continue.
Santana brushed the hair out of Brittany's eyes and fixed her with a grin.
"Brittany," she said, her fingers tangling in Brittany's hair. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"
The blonde's heart started to go crazy again, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. Things this amazing don't just happen to regular people; things like Santana Lopez don't just happen to regular people.
"I'd love to go on a date with you, Santana," she replied, looking into dark eyes.
Santana's grin turned into a smile, and she closed the gap between them again, kissing Brittany's lips slowly and softly. Brittany was sure she would never get tired of feeling Santana's lips on hers.
When Santana pulled back, she was still beaming. "Friday? I'll pick you up."
Brittany smiled and nodded. "Friday."
After a few more seconds, Brittany decided to ask another question—a lighter one, this time. "Can I kiss you anytime I want to?"
Santana chuckled and nodded. "As often as possible is preferable."
Brittany took that as the perfect excuse to lean in and kiss her again. She could get used to this. But there was still so much the blonde wanted to know.
"You know I mean it when I say I don't mind waiting, right?"
Santana nodded, beginning to trail her fingers over Brittany's stomach again.
"Then, if you don't mind me asking...why do you want to wait?"
Several seconds passed in silence, and Santana was looking down at the hand on Brittany's abs. When she looked up, her expression was slightly conflicted. Brittany started again; the wait was killing her.
"Is it...is it me? I mean, you turn me on like nobody ever has, obviously..." she trailed off, thinking of her explosive orgasm from earlier. "But do I...do I not turn you on enough?"
Santana shook her head emphatically, and her hand came back up to Brittany's face.
"Please don't think that. Brittany, you turn me on more than anything else. You have no idea."
Without warning, Santana slowly lifted her body off Brittany's enough to slide her leg across both of the blonde's—to straddle her. In Brittany's bed. Well fuck, it got really hot really fast. Brittany automatically let her hands come to rest on Santana's thighs, more than pleased with their change in position. She looked up into Santana's eyes as she straddled Brittany's lap, noting that they had that mischievous glint in them again. With a small smirk, she gently rolled her hips down, and her eyes closed in pleasure. Brittany knew exactly what Santana was doing, and it turned her on so much; she would have to change her underwear before the night was over. The next thing she knew, Santana's lips were at her ear again.
"I'm so wet for you right now, Brittany."
She rolled her hips down again and let out a soft whimper into Brittany's ear. The blonde was pretty sure that if Santana kept it up, she was going to come again. What was this woman doing to her body?
Santana leaned back up to lock eyes with Brittany again, the glint in her eyes now joined by a truly evil smirk on her lips.
Without a word, she used one hand to lift her tank top just a few inches, teasing Brittany with just a glance of perfect abs under the material. With her other hand, she began to reach down into her shorts. Brittany's eyes widened, and she her arousal heightened. Was this really happening? Was Santana really straddling her while touching herself?
A few seconds passed, and she threw her head back in pleasure. Brittany watched with rapt attention, more than jealous. When she locked eyes with Brittany again, she gave a quiet command.
"Brittany, close your eyes."
The blonde didn't even think about protesting or questioning the order; she just shut her eyes and waited eagerly.
After a few seconds, Brittany felt Santana's finger—her wet finger—barely grazing her bottom lip. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and took in two of Santana's fingers. She was tasting Santana for the first time—and she tasted so fucking good. Brittany brought her hands up to clasp Santana's wrist, keeping her hand there so she could taste the woman longer. She slid her tongue greedily over both of Santana's fingers, licking and sucking until there was nothing left. She let out a low hum, and Santana slid her fingers back out with a subtle pop.
When she opened her eyes again, Santana leaned back down and nipped at her ear before whispering again.
"Believe me now? You make me wet like that every day, Brittany."
Dear lord. Never in her life had she wanted to take someone as badly as she wanted to take Santana in that moment. She tried desperately to remind herself that Santana didn't want to have sex yet, but her mind was reluctant to comply. All she could really think was that all that wetness was going to waste.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. When she finally found the words to ask her question again, she aimed it at the ceiling, thinking it'd probably come out more coherent that way.
"Okay, I believe you. And for the record, that was probably the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. But it doesn't answer my question of why you want to wait."
Risking a glance at Santana, she saw that conflicted expression come back. The woman sighed once and then looked at Brittany with resignation.
"It's...been a while."
Brittany remained silent. How was that possible? She turned her head to see a rather embarrassed look on Santana's face.
"When you say 'it's been a while,' what do you mean by 'it'? And can you define 'a while' for me?"
Not that Brittany really cared, but she found it odd that a person as hot as Santana hadn't been with anybody lately. Surely everyone that laid eyes on her wanted her.
"Look, all this," Santana said, using her hands to indicate herself and Brittany, "hasn't happened for me in a long time. Kissing, dating, cuddling next to someone...having sex...I just...I want it to be right."
Emotion flooded through Brittany, and she was sure—she loved this woman on top of her.
"It will be," she said simply.
Santana placed another sweet kiss to her lips and then just laid there on top of her. So comfortable.
"Why me?" Brittany asked quietly. What did she do to deserve this moment of perfection? What made her special enough that Santana wanted to do all this with her?
Santana yawned into Brittany's neck and then answered sleepily, "I've always been afraid of heights, you know. No idea why, I just don't like it. But you, you made it less scary. Just like everything else. Brittany, you make everything less scary."
Brittany smiled and stifled her own yawn before encircling Santana in her arms, just lying there peacefully by the light of the TV.
"I'm glad," Brittany whispered quietly.
Santana continued to lay on top of Brittany in silence, while Brittany traced the words "I love you" across Santana's back.