On the 24th of December, Brittany wakes up bright and early, and absolutely excited about the evening that awaits her. She's also nervous. Admittedly it's the first time she's spending Christmas Eve with someone who isn't part of her family, and she really wants to make it right. She also has a sudden wardrobe crisis and it drives her nuts. She thought she had all figured out already, but once she started trying on her outfit for the evening, she wasn't convinced at all. All the rest of her clothes are sporty or ski gear, so that means that by midday she's hauling a super expensive taxi to the closest town to buy something. By then she thinks she's going to be late to Santana's and she freaks out a little more. The Christmas Gods are on her favour though, by six in the evening she is ready to go. She absolutely loves her choice of outfit, very sexy yet cute and christmas-y. She makes sure she has both Santana's and Alonso's presents with her and she sits down on the edge of her bed. It's been one hell of a day, but now she needs to figure out what to do for half an hour. Freaking out it is.
Santana, on the other hand, sleeps in. It's the first day in the 6 years that her son has, that she has slept in. He is an early raiser, so normally by 7 in the morning, Santana is already up making breakfast even if her whole life she has been a night owl. So this is nice for a change, except when she wakes up and realises it's almost eleven, her body bolts up from the bed and she kind of starts running around in a frenzy. She wakes Alonso up and makes sure he is okay; apparently the trick to get him to sleep longer is exhaust him by skiing all day long. It's three in the afternoon when she finally sits down and starts preparing everything for the evening and she's sure she's going to be late. She also starts getting nervous, the simple thought of seeing Brittany again makes the butterflies in her tummy to go wild. Thinking about it coldly, like she usually does, everything is against them having something, but she has always been a rebel, so she has decided that, even if she's not going to force anything, she's taking all her chances. She deserves it. Even if only for the holidays, she deserves to have all this feelings again. At six she takes her son down to the reception of the lodge and leaves him at the Christmas party they have organised. She makes sure he is going to be fine before she runs back up to her room to get dressed. Thankfully she got everything else ready on time, but now she only has half an hour to get all dolled up. She will admit it, she wants to impress Brittany.
At 6:32 (damn slow elevators) Brittany arrives to Santana's room and it takes her a few deep breaths and a self pep talk before she softly knocks on the door. When Santana opens the door, her jaw falls open at the sight in front of her. She's shamelessly checking Brittany out, but the blonde is a sight for sore eyes. Santana is sure she's visibly drooling, as she has to press her thighs together. Britt is wearing dark green slacks that hug her hips and legs perfectly, and a very red, very tight crop top that not only is showing off her breasts, but leaves her whole midsection uncovered. Damn abs. She's also wearing red stiletto heels and a long black coat, Santana assumes it's to somewhat fight the cold, but it seems to be perfectly tailored for her and highlights her incredible figure even more. Her long, blonde hair is tied up in a simple high ponytail, but it makes her eyes look more catlike than they usually are, and her makeup is highlighting the intense blue of her eyes perfectly. She has also drawn a Christmas tree on her left cheek, which Santana finds adorable, and is wearing a red headband with reindeer antlers on it.
Brittany isn't any less impressed herself. Santana looks...delicious. She's wearing a tight red dress with a very, very low cut cleavage that hugs her curves perfectly. Not only Brittany notices Santana's boobs are all kinds of amazing, but since it's a short dress, she also relinquishes in the sight of her legs, her calves perfectly taut as her black high heels make her legs look even better. She notices a beautiful bracelet adorning her right wrist (are those diamonds?), but there's nothing else to her outfit. It's simple, yet Brittany is having all kind of vivid wet dreams right now and she has to bite her lip as she tears her eyes painfully away from Santana's rib cage and looks her in the eye. Her make up is incredible, she looks like a princess with smokey eyes and bright red lipstick, and her hair is also tied, in her case in an elegant side bun that rests between her left ear and shoulder.
"Brittany." Santana breathes out after around a minute where they both have been checking each other out. "Please, come in." She adds as she moves from the threshold to let Brittany into her room.
The first thing Brittany notices is that it is a big room. Like, so big it's almost the size of her apartment back home, not that her apartment is that big, but comparing a home to a hotel room...well, yeah, comparisons suck. There is a small but quite spacious living area, surrounded by three closed doors that Brittany assumes are two bedrooms and the bathroom. The next thing she notices is that there is a beautiful Christmas tree in one of the corners and she wonders if Santana put it up herself, since there's none in her own room. She also notices soft jazz playing in the background. At last, she notices the table is served with all kind of delicious looking food.
"Make yourself at home." Santana says bashfully as she makes a gesture that offers Brittany to take her coat off. Which she does. Damn abs.
Britt is still speechless and she almost kicks herself to take her out her own fantasy world. She wanted to impress Santana with her charisma and eloquence, and right now she feels like a fish out of water, she's almost gaping her mouth open and close.
"Santana, this is amazing." She is finally able to say as she looks at Santana with a smile.
As she says so, Santana is offering her a glass of red wine, which she gladly accepts and they both sip on it quietly, smiling at each other from behind the rim of their glasses. The sexual tension can be cut with a knife.
Finally they gravitate each other towards the set table and sit down to eat. At first the conversation is slow, but at some point Brittany finally takes back the reins on herself and turns up her game. She breaks the ice feeding Santana a piece of cheese with her fingers. Santana could have taken that into her advantage, but instead she accidentally bites Brittany's fingertips, hard. They both laugh and from then on the conversation starts flowing. They talk about each other. Santana tells Brittany about her job as a yoga instructor, which makes Brittany's fantasies go wild again thinking about how flexible the Latina must be, and Brittany talks about her job as a journalist. They determine that their age gap isn't as big as Santana thought, it's not ten years but only nine, which is obviously a lot better (duh).
Santana learns that Brittany rides a motocross bike, and she finds the image utterly hot. And Brittany learns that Santana enjoys singing. She tries to bribe Santana into singing to her but to no avail.
"Oh, come on, sing me something." She wines like a little kid as she softly kicks Santana's shin under the table. They have been playing footsie for a while without even realising it themselves.
"You are not going to convince me, Britt." Santana says smirking as she throws a grape into her mouth and makes a show of her chewing. Brittany wants to jump her bones, it's being really hard to control herself around Santana. Not only she's the sexiest woman to walk on Earth, but she's also the most interesting one. If her boobs were the first asset to make Brittany drool, it's Santana's brain what's drawing Brittany dangerously in. She's falling and she's falling fast.
The moment Santana licks her lips involuntarily is the moment Brittany's resolve breaks and her demeanour changes completely. She moves closer to Santana, resting one of her hands on Santana's bare thigh, they both shiver at the touch. Brittany also leans in until there's just a couple inches between her lips and the Latina's ones.
"I'm sure I can convince you..." She mutters sensually, locking her eyes with Santana's dark orbs.
Santana is about to give in, but her control issues take the best from her. She scurries away taking some empty plates with her and Brittany is left dry and high. She doesn't comment anything but she wishes that Santana was more upfront and stopped sending her this mixed signals where she clearly wants to rip Britt off of her clothes but then freaks out when the blonde makes a move.
Brittany gets up and moves close to the Christmas tree. She subtly puts the presents she bought under it, and her heart skips a beat as she notices there is actually one present with her name on it. Santana smiles at the whole thing, especially at how Brittany was trying to be sneaky, but Santana had taken a moment to observe her. She's beautiful, and has an innocent aura around her that is drawing Santana in. She's falling, and she's falling fast. She also reminds herself she had promised she'd take her chances and bites her lower lip as she realises she just threw one of those chances away by not letting Brittany make a move on her. But she needs to be in control of the situation, she's not ready to let go of that control yet.
With a deep breath, she walks behind Brittany and softly runs a hand down her spine. Brittany visibly shivers and lets out a noise that is something between a moan and a purr. That's Santana's last straw, she can't hold back any longer. She just can't.
With a soft push at her hips, she directs Brittany to turn around, and once they are facing each other she literally throws herself at the blonde. Well no, not literally, she does it a tad more sensually, she's a grown woman after all, not a child.
Brittany is biting her lip in anticipation, the tension is back and she really wants to try and make a move again, but Santana has set the pace and she has learnt it the hard way. She's not going to try anything else unless Santana is a hundred percent clear she wants it.
When Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's shoulders and neck, the blonde exhales loudly, making Santana bite her lip. Their eyes lock for a moment.
"Merry Christmas, Brittany." Santana whispers and her voice sounds like pure, raw, sex.
Before Brittany can process anything else, Santana is closing the gap between their lips and what starts as a sweet chaste kiss, is soon turning into the most fierce and feral kiss either of them has ever exchanged with anyone else before.