A/N: Warning! Sex. Wild sex.

Brittany has discovered there are three kinds of sex she enjoys the most. On a honourable third position: make up sex; the feeling of reconnecting with someone you've been mad at gets her every time. On the second position we have what she has considered her top one until today: angry sex. Do you know that feeling where you are so, so mad at someone that all you want to do is jump their bones? Maybe a little choking, even? Yes, angry sex is rough, it's wild and Brittany has had her best orgasms during those times. Today, though, she found out there is something even better than that: sex with Santana.

After their kiss turned wild, both of them let go of everything that was holding them back. With lips locking, teeth clashing, and tongues fighting for the upper hand, Brittany discovered that Santana is a sex goddess. The way she commands the blonde only with a lustful and dominant body language, has Brittany in a haze.

Both their moans, grunts and gruffs fill the room as they stumble against every piece of furniture they find on their way. Santana's knees knock painfully against one of the table's leg, Brittany nearly crawls over the couch to stay close to the Latina, and they knock off two chairs before they finally crash against Santana's bedroom door. Santana is trapped between the door and Brittany's body, and the blonde hoists her up by the back of her thighs. Her dress rolls up to her hips as she tightly wraps her legs around Brittany's waist.

"Fuck, Santana." Brittany breathes out against Santana's ear as she nibbles hotly on her lobe and presses her body firmly against Santana's.

When they finally get into Santana's room, they both have lost their heels, and Santana's dress has disappeared somewhere into the darkness. Santana is fiercely pulling Brittany's pants down her long legs. Brittany is really trying to gain the dominance, she has never been one to be submissive to anyone, but Santana is having none of that. It's being a blood bath, but without the blood. They are being rough, handsy and they are moving as if they have known each other since forever, as if they had already ravished the other's body so many times that they had a mental map of every curve, every dip, every single spot that makes their partner shiver, writhe or exhale a prayer to God. That's how intense their connection is.

One moment Brittany finds herself on the bed, legs spread wide open as Santana settles between them and dives, mouth first, into her. Her tongue expertly teases her clit and slides oh so deliciously in and out of her that Brittany has to claw the sheets with all her force, because she's sure she will float away otherwise.

The next moment Santana finds herself on all fours ad Brittany fucks her from behind, her long fingers incredibly deep, doing wonders on her g-spot as the blonde pulls her hair roughly. She's sure she'll have a sore throat tomorrow, but the way Brittany is making her scream is something she wouldn't trade for anything right now.

Soon Santana is climbing back onto Brittany's lap as she licks her lips sinfully.

"Spread your legs." She commands, and her voice alone is all Brittany needs to do so. But it's the look in Santana's eyes, with her pupils so blown that they look almost black, so filled with lust, what makes Brittany believe she's going to autocombust any moment.

Once Brittany has obeyed, Santana hooks one of the blonde's legs around her waist and adjusts the other's position so it's not on the way before she lowers herself and grinds her wet, hot core into Brittany's. It's Brittany's time to scream. The way Santana rolls her hips against her is soon throwing her off the edge with the force of a rocket. This is the most powerful orgasm she has ever felt. Feeling and hearing Santana coming all over her only makes it better.

A couple hours later, Santana stirs from an unexpected nap and realises it is time to go get Alonso from the party, but she takes a moment to look at Brittany, who is sleeping deeply next to her. The blonde is face down, her head turned towards Santana, her hands hunched under the pillow, and she's covered only mid-down by the sheets, so her whole back is visible. Santana even gets a peak of a stiff nipple and bites her lip. Brittany's back is full of scratch marks and her neck is also marked by her bites; she's sure she looks the same. She also thinks it would be really cruel to wake the blonde beauty up, so she lets her sleep as she herself throws whatever clothes she can find on and runs down to the reception.

"What happened here?" Alonso asks when they are back as he stares wide open at the aspect of the room. Santana mentally face palms herself for not cleaning it, or at least putting the chairs back up and in their right places. It really looks like a hurricane came and went through there.

She doesn't even make an effort on making an excuse, she simply dismisses her son with a quiet "nothing", and helps him get ready for bed. He is extremely excited about Christmas morning and it takes her around and hour to finally get him to sleep.

When she quietly crawls back into her bed, Brittany stirs and wraps an arm around her waist. When her brain realises that Santana is, in fact, very much clothed, she opens her eyes.

"Where did you go?" She whispers as she slips a hand under Santana's shirt and softly caresses her stomach.

"I went to get Alonso, the party was over." Santana mutters, her eyes fluttering close under Brittany's attention and closeness.

Brittany kisses her with as much passion as tenderness, Santana never thought that was possible, but the girl is full of surprises.

"Does that mean I can have my way with you now?" Brittany husks against Santana's lip as her hand moves upwards Santana's midriff until she reaches her breasts and teases one of her nipples with her fingertips.

"Not so fast, missy." Santana grunts as she puts a finger between her mouth and Brittany's and pushes the blonde back softly. "Not with him here. He doesn't need to hear all that, you are very loud, young lady." She teases stiffing a chuckle.

"Oh, you are one to talk, Miss 'fuck me so hard I can't walk till Tuesday'." Brittany mocks and Santana blushes, glad that it's dark in the room so it's not noticeable.

They bicker and banter, stealing kisses and pinches and some playful slaps to their asses too for a while before they both are out cold.

Come morning, they will discover they have been holding each other the whole night, and how well their bodies fit together, as if they were made for each other.

Meanwhile, Santa Claus is coming to town. Have they been naughty or nice?