"Good morning, Ms. Lopez," Brittany said playfully from Santana's office door. She used to hate Mondays, but this morning, a smile had been pulling at her lips before she'd even fully woken up. Now, here she was, looking at magnificence incarnate. Her heart had started beating erratically ever since she'd set foot in the building.
"Good morning, Ms. Pierce," Santana replied lowly, playing along. She was giving Brittany her favorite smirk.
The blonde walked further into the office, stopping in front of Santana's desk. She wanted to be closer.
"Did you have a good weekend?" Brittany asked, knowing what Santana would think of.
If the glint in her eyes was anything to go off by, she was thinking of Brittany's lips on hers, Brittany's body coming undone beneath her touch, Brittany's tongue swirling around her fingers.
The blonde was already getting wet from their silent exchange and wondered if Santana was too.
"I did, in fact," Santana answered, still in that low voice Brittany loved so much.
She'd been here a whole 30 seconds, and already, she was being driven insane. Only this woman had that kind of power. She made her way around the desk slowly, letting her index finger drag along the smooth wood surface of the desk. Finally stopping in front of Santana, she leaned down and placed her hands on Santana's armrests. It felt good to trap the woman beneath her.
"I really want to kiss you, Ms. Lopez," she whispered, giving a smirk of her own and looking into those dark eyes.
Santana's eyes automatically fell to Brittany's lips, and the blonde could see her fists balling in her lap.
"You know we can't do that here. What if someone were to catch us?"
Brittany didn't want to get caught; she liked having a job too much for that. Still, she had to admit the idea was kind of thrilling all the same. Santana had given her answer while still looking at Brittany's lips, and her conviction didn't sound all that strong.
"Nobody ever comes up here but your clients, and you don't have a meeting for a while..." she whispered, leaning a few inches closer. She saw Santana gulp, and it spurred on her desire even more.
"We still shouldn't..." she continued, her voice trailing off as she started to drag her hands over Brittany's forearms. The blonde knew she'd already won.
"Are you saying you'd stop me if I tried to kiss you right now?"
Brittany willed herself to remain composed. It was so hard to concentrate with Santana's hands on her.
"I'm...not sure?" Santana said, her brows knitting together like she genuinely didn't know the answer. Brittany absolutely adored it.
"One way to find out..." Brittany said, leaning further in. Santana's hands stopped moving on her arms and came to rest on both of her wrists.
After a second or two of hesitation, during which Santana definitely did not stop her, Brittany closed the last few remaining inches between them. The woman's lips were as soft and perfect as always, and they moved against Brittany's in a way she was coming to recognize and yet still feel butterflies from. She gripped the armrests hard, resisting the massive temptation to comb her fingers through dark locks.
However, her grip had absolutely no control over her tongue, which apparently had developed a mind of its own. The second it reached Santana's bottom lip, the woman was humming into Brittany's mouth and granting entrance. Fuck, this was so much more difficult than Brittany had imagined it would be. She knew she needed to stop. In approximately six seconds, she would be ripping the button-down right off Santana's perfect body and burying her tongue in that oh-so-tempting cleavage.
Let somebody discover them like this. Let somebody see that this perfect creature wanted only her.
No. She needed to stop. It wasn't just her job at risk; it was Santana's too, and Santana was too great of an attorney to jeopardize that.
Grazing her lips one last time, Brittany withdrew. Both women were slightly out of breath, and Brittany could see Santana's chest rising and falling more rapidly than usual through the top couple of open buttons on her shirt. God, she was so beautiful.
"Good morning," Brittany panted, leaning away a bit more in an effort to reduce the temptation. It didn't really help.
"You said that already," Santana replied just as breathlessly, her hands still resting on Brittany's wrists. Brittany smiled down at her.
"Yes, well...it's still true. Maybe even more so now than before."
Santana smiled back at her. "Fair enough."
Slipping her hands out from under the brunette's, Brittany gave her a quick wink before excusing herself to go answer voicemails.
When she was done, she reentered the office to fill in Santana on today's schedule.
"Only two appointments today, both after lunch, but two clients have requested phone consultations. I have their names and contact information here," Brittany said efficiently. She placed her notes on Santana's desk in front of her. It was sort of odd, being so professional now when just five minutes ago, she'd had her tongue in the woman's mouth. It was also definitely thrilling.
"Thank you, Ms. Pierce," Santana said around another smirk. Brittany was pretty sure she was thinking the exact same thing.
Much of the morning passed quietly. Santana paced her office with her books and notes, occasionally throwing Brittany a cute little smile but mostly just getting work done. Between answering the occasional phone call and running inter-office errands, Brittany was more than happy to watch her. About 30 minutes before she was supposed to take her lunch, she received the most amusing phone call she'd ever gotten while at work.
At about 11:30, Brittany was lazily watching Santana make notes at her desk when her phone began to ring. She answered it promptly and professionally.
"Brittany Pierce, receptionist to Santana Lopez," she spoke into the receiver. The response she got was probably the last thing she ever expected to hear.
"I GOT ROBBED BY A HOOKER!"
Brittany fumbled with the phone and had the strangest sensation to cough mixed with the desire to laugh. The voice coming through the phone undoubtedly belonged to a very distraught man.
Adjusting her grip, she gave her best shot at sounding calm. "Um, sir? Can I help you?"
The voice was still shouting when he replied.
"YES! I NEED SANTANA LOPEZ. A HOOKER ROBBED MY ASS!"
Brittany quickly placed her free hand over the receiver and pursed her lips in an effort to stifle her laughter.
She gave herself a second to compose herself again and tried once more. "Sir? You've been robbed? Have you contacted the police?"
"PLEASE! I JUST NEED SANTANA LOPEZ."
Feeling like she probably wouldn't get anywhere with the man on her own, she asked him to hold and placed the phone back down. Walking into the office, she cleared her throat.
"Um, Santana...there appears to be a very distraught gentleman on the phone for you. He didn't give me his name. He just insisted on speaking with you."
Santana set her pen down in the crease of her book and looked up with a confused expression.
"What is the reason for the call?"
Brittany suppressed another grin before answering.
"Um...you may just want to let him explain it..."
She could definitely feel the corners of her mouth starting to twitch. Santana narrowed her eyes at the blonde but didn't question her.
"It's line two," Brittany said, folding her arms and leaning against the door frame. She wanted to hear this. Santana closed her book and picked up her phone, pressing the button for the correct line.
"This is Santana Lopez," she said quickly. After about two seconds, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry, sir, could you repeat that?" she asked disbelievingly. Clearly, he'd told her the same thing he'd told Brittany. A few more seconds passed, and Santana's face became more and more bewildered with each passing moment.
"You didn't realize it?"
More confusion on Santana's face. Suddenly, she cocked her head to the side, like she'd heard the most confusing thing yet.
"Her what? And she did what with it?"
Man, Brittany couldn't wait to hear the story.
After a couple more seconds, the confused look on Santana's face finally turned into the grin Brittany had been trying to suppress.
"Sir, what you need to do first is contact the local police. They are the ones who will be of the most help to you now. After they have done all they can do, then perhaps there is a case here. But I can't help you until the police have done their part."
After about three more seconds, Santana looked into the receiver as if surprised by it, then hung up. Closing her eyes, she shook her head like she was trying to shake out whatever she'd just heard.
"A little warning would be great next time, you know," Santana said from under the hands covering her face. Brittany could tell she was being playful.
"Your facial expression was worth it. What'd he say?"
Santana peeked between her fingers and fixed Brittany with a skeptical look.
"What'd he tell you before you transferred him?"
Without missing a beat, Brittany responded matter-of-factly, "He very emphatically told me he got robbed by a hooker."
"Yes, well...apparently, he didn't know she was a hooker. She led him to a hotel room, handcuffed him to the bed, and then took all his stuff. He was discovered naked by the hotel maid. I told him to call the police."
Santana said all this very quickly, and Brittany could've sworn she sounded a little embarrassed.
"Why'd he call you? He sounded like maybe he knew you, the way he was asking for you," Brittany asked, still a little confused by the whole thing. A small smile tugged the corners of Santana's lips before she answered.
"Apparently, the hotel front lobby lent him a phone book after he'd gotten some clothes on. I don't know why he picked my name, must have just been the first one he landed on."
Brittany cracked a smile too. That was so embarrassing. She continued with another question—the one she really wanted to know the answer to.
"He said one more thing. You asked him what she did with...something."
"Oh...that was nothing."
Yes, Santana was definitely getting embarrassed. Brittany kind of really liked it.
"Oh, come on, Santana. What'd he say?"
She opened her book back up and started fiddling with her pen.
"He, uh...he said she enticed him...with her magic hoo-ha."
Before today, she would have sworn it was impossible for Santana to blush. But she was definitely blushing right now.
"Her magic what?" Brittany asked, more than aware of what Santana had meant. Santana started doodling something in her notes.
"You know what I mean..."
Brittany's smile was growing wider.
"Did he actually call it a hoo-ha?"
Santana looked up at her, catching on that Brittany was playing with her. "That wasn't his particular word choice..."
"Ah, so hoo-ha is your personal preference then?"
Brittany was really enjoying this conversation.
"Stop saying it!" Santana replied quickly, still blushing wildly.
Brittany pushed herself off the door frame and went over to Santana's chair. Bending over quickly, she gave Santana a chaste kiss to her lips and informed her she was going to lunch. But before she stood up again, she leaned into the woman's ear to whisper one more thing.
"Hoo-ha."