The rest of the afternoon passed without nearly as much fun. Santana's other clients had problems that were downright boring compared to being handcuffed naked and subsequently robbed by an unknown prostitute whose nether parts had questionably magic capabilities.
Still, Brittany was happy to spend the time with her either way.
When it was finally 5 o'clock and time for Brittany to leave, she picked up her purse and keys and made her way into the office to say goodbye to Santana. She didn't get two feet over the threshold when Santana addressed her.
"Could you shut the door, please?"
Her voice sounded nonchalant, but Brittany's heart started beating as if she'd just told her to start stripping. Reaching behind her, she quietly shut the office door.
"And could you hit the lights?" Her voice was still so neutral she could be asking what Brittany ate for lunch. Nevertheless, the blonde could feel the anticipation of whatever Santana had planned course all over her body.
Her boss got up from her chair and indicated that Brittany should sit there instead. Feeling slightly confused, Brittany walked forward slowly, keeping eye contact with Santana as she took her boss's chair. As soon as she was seated, Santana's air of indifference shifted. The smirk was back in place, and Brittany couldn't wait for what it meant.
Taking one step towards her, Santana swung one leg over Brittany's lap and sat down, straddling her again. Her arms came to rest over Brittany's shoulders, and the blonde felt thin fingers begin to comb through the back of her hair. She hoped this was the beginning of a routine.
Santana looked up at the extinguished lights overhead, then back down with a triumphant smile.
"If anybody comes, they'll think we're both gone." Her eyes dropped once more to Brittany's lips. "That is, if you can be quiet."
Holy shit.
Whatever look was on Brittany's face must have amused Santana, because as she leaned in to kiss her, her lips were set with a very pleased expression. Here they were again, making out like a couple of teenagers—in a place you really shouldn't make out in. Brittany's level of concern for that fact dropped with every passing second. She let her hands trail over Santana's back, pulling her in closer. It didn't take long for her to realize how very opportune her position was. While still kissing Santana's lips, she brought her hands to Santana's front, finding the first closed button on the woman's shirt and unbuttoning down as quickly as possible. When she thought she'd undone enough, she broke the kiss and let her eyes fall to the sight directly in front of her.
Yes, it was confirmed. Santana Lopez was still perfect.
Brittany drank in the sight of Santana in her light blue bra, her abs contracted with the effort of keeping herself upright. She desperately wanted to touch everything she could see, and more. Looking up once more into dark eyes, she saw Santana giving her a silent nod to continue. With anticipation twisting her stomach, Brittany slowly brought her hands up, placed them under the material covering Santana's shoulders, and pushed back, revealing more beautifully smooth skin. Leaning in, she began placing slow kisses across Santana's chest, over the swell of her breasts, in the valley between them. She felt Santana shudder when she kissed her in certain places and, keeping a mental catalogue of those favorite areas, made sure to keep going back.
While she was exploring Santana's body with her lips, Santana spurred her on with her voice.
"I've wanted to do this all day."
God, Brittany loved it when her voice went all husky. The blonde pulled back to look into her eyes. Santana looked very mischievous indeed, sitting in her lap with her shirt half off and her dark curls sexily tousled.
"You know," she continued, as she now leaned down to start kissing Brittany's neck and jaw, "I couldn't help but think today..." More kisses down her neck. "That guy...who was handcuffed naked..." She lightly sucked on Brittany's pulse point. The blonde was feeling more and more turned on by the second. "Well...I think I'd kind of really like to handcuff you."
Struggling to find her voice, Brittany made a large effort to force out words. "I think I'd kind of really like you to handcuff me."
Santana smiled, then bit down gently on Brittany's neck, and now the spontaneous combustion feeling was coming back. She lightly ran her tongue over the spot, soothing the slight ache that felt so good.
"I promise not to rob you afterward though..."
Despite her arousal, Brittany giggled. Beginning to miss Santana's lips again, she placed her hands on Santana's cheeks and kissed her gently. She wished she could kiss everywhere all at once. Santana sighed contentedly when Brittany placed a final sweet kiss to her lips.
"You're perfect, you know that?" Brittany whispered, not quite sure why she was being so forthcoming.
Santana gave a small laugh before she responded. "You're crazy."
It was the second time she'd said those words to Brittany. Maybe Brittany was crazy. But you know what? She didn't care one bit.
After another short makeout session and exchanging goodbyes, she arrived home about 30 minutes later. She wished Santana would've just come home with her so they could continue...but really, she knew that wouldn't have been wise. They were trying to wait, and this exact moment was not the ideal time to be alone with her with a bed, or couch, or floor within a 15-foot radius.
So, Brittany distracted herself with TV and dinner. It wasn't a foolproof distraction, and her thoughts kept wandering back to her favorite brunette, but it was enough to pass the time.
She'd just finished eating dinner when her phone began to ring from the coffee table. She danced her way over to it; "Love Somebody" by Maroon 5 really was a great ringtone. She mentally told herself not to hope it was Santana, so she only felt mildly disappointed and mildly guilty when she saw that it was her mom.
"Helloooooooo?" she answered goofily. Man, a little almost-second base with Santana went a long way for her mood.
"Hey Britt," her mother said casually. She knew Brittany was a goofy one.
"Hey mom, what's up?" She was still dancing in place a little, even though the music had stopped.
"Your father and I just finished having dinner, and he was wondering when he needs to be at the airport on Friday."
Brittany stopped dancing and pinched her eyes closed. Shit. She'd completely forgotten that she was going home this weekend for her dad's birthday. She'd bought her plane ticket months ago...before Santana had happened.
Then, her spirits plummeted even more. Her date with Santana was supposed to be on Friday. Double shit.
"Brittany?" asked her mother's voice, obviously wondering why she hadn't responded yet.
Gathering herself, she opened her eyes and made her way to her bedroom.
"Sorry mom, one second. I need to find my ticket to check the time."
She made her way to the nightstand, letting her eyes fall for a brief moment on Maggie's journal before opening the drawer and rooting around for the print-out of her departure and arrival times. Finally finding it, she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder.
"It says my plane leaves here at 7:17 that evening and arrives there at 9:20."
Her parents lived in the mountains of northern North Carolina. It was odd that such a short plane ride could get her to a totally different world.
"Your father will be there, then," her mother said happily. "We can't wait to see you, Britt, and hear all about New York."
Brittany smiled into the phone. "Mom, I've been here several years now. You've heard about New York at least 100 times."
She heard her mother sigh. "Yes, well...it's always changing, isn't it?"
Brittany thought about Santana and how big of a change that had been. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"See? Now, I'll see you Friday night. Love you, Britt."
"Love you too, mom."
She heard her mom fiddling with the buttons on the phone and something about "damn touch screens" before the call disconnected. She laughed; her parents were great.
She really was looking forward to seeing them. It had been an unusually long time since she had. But she also really didn't want to cancel her date with Santana. In the end, though, she supposed there was really no way out of it.
Throwing herself onto her bed dramatically and picking her phone back up, she typed out a text to Santana.
Brittany: santana, i'm so sorry. i just remembered i'm going home this weekend for my dad's birthday. i'm not going to be able to go on our date.
Brittany waited a few moments, hoping Santana wouldn't be angry. As usual, her response came quickly.
Santana: all accepted dates are nonnegotiable. failure to comply will result in a breach of contract.
Brittany stared down at the screen; Santana simply made it too easy to love her. She decided to play along.
Brittany: plea bargain?
Another few seconds passed.
Santana: the court will hear your request.
Damn, lawyer Santana was hot. Brittany gave her best shot at legal lingo.
Brittany: should the court decide to accept another date and time to hold the aforementioned appointment, the defendant (me) will agree to repay the prosecutor (you) generously at a later time.
There. She was pretty proud of that.
She opened Santana's response quickly when she received it.
Santana: the court accepts your plea, with the condition that "repayment" be more concretely defined at a later time.
Her phone buzzed with another text before she could reply to the first one.
Santana: thursday night?
Brittany smiled again.
Brittany: thursday night.
Brittany tossed her phone to the other side of the bed. It was almost scary how happy Santana made her.
Seeing Maggie's journal, she considered continuing the last bit of the story but ultimately decided against it. It'd be something to take up her time on the plane Friday. Since it was still relatively early, she spent the rest of her evening tidying up her apartment, watching TV, and taking a bath before going to bed. As far as Mondays go, well, this had been a good one.