TW: Sexual assault.
When Santana wakes up, she has no idea what time it is. All she knows is that it's still dark, she's wrapped up with a very naked Brittany, and she's so thirsty she might die. While she doesn't want to risk disturbing Brittany, if she doesn't get some water, she'll never fall back asleep. So after a few minutes of wiggling around to untangle their limbs and leaving kisses all over her girlfriend, she climbs out of the giant bed and goes into the bathroom.
Brittany feels Santana moving her limbs around gently and figures out pretty quickly that she's trying to get out of bed. She briefly considers rolling over, but it's way more fun to watch Santana try to figure out how to move her without waking her. She's also pretty fond of all the little kisses she's getting on her face, neck, and arms. Once Santana manages to extract herself, Brittany watches her walk to the bathroom, flip on the bathroom light, and get some water. Then, as Santana turns around, she admires her full breasts, the sexy V of her hips, her toned abdomen, and her soft cock resting on her balls between her legs. Even soft, it turns Brittany on. "I love you like this. I love you always, but this you is my favorite."
Santana jumps a little when Brittany starts talking, then smiles at her words. "What do you mean?"
"When you're natural and happy and carefree, and you feel like you don't have to hide anything." Brittany's getting more and more turned on, just watching Santana standing there. "Having you inside of me was the most amazing feeling ever. I wish I could feel that all the time." Santana can feel herself getting stiff. Brittany notices too. "And when you came inside of me...god, Santana. Just thinking about it makes me wet."
Santana swallows thickly. "Touch yourself, Britt. Let me see."
Brittany thinks that for anyone else, she'd never be able to. For Santana, though, she leans back onto the pillows, bathed only in the light from the bathroom, and spreads her legs. Santana can see Brittany's arousal coating her folds already. She subconsciously licks her lips, which turns Brittany on even more. Brittany slowly runs her hand down her body and cups herself before sliding one of her fingers through her folds, gathering her own juices, and circling her clit the way she likes when Santana does. It doesn't feel as good, but the look Santana is giving her is turning her on more than anything. She watches Santana reach down and palm her now hard dick, tugging it a few times.
"Fuck...I've never seen anything hotter than this." Santana's voice is more raspy than usual.
Brittany turns it up a notch. She spreads her folds with one hand before pushing her finger inside. It's nothing compared to Santana, but she knows it's turning her girlfriend on; she can see the precum leaking out of Santana's slit.
"Baby. I need you inside of me." Brittany whimpers. Immediately, Santana rushes back to the bed and climbs on top of her. She removes Brittany's finger from her hole and pulls it to her pouty lips, sucking it into her mouth and savoring the flavor she's come to know and love. Brittany feels more wetness pool between her legs and begs Santana to fill her. "Please, baby. Inside."
When Santana hears the desperation in her girlfriend's voice, she lines herself up and starts to push inside. "God Brittany," she moans as she pushes slowly in. "So tight." She feels amazing. So wet. It feels like Brittany is made for her, like they're made to fit together like this. When she's once again buried completely in Brittany's body, she leans forward so she's lying on top of her, braced up by her arms, and kisses Brittany fully on the mouth. Brittany moans into her mouth as she runs her hands up and down Santana's ribs. While continuing to thrust in and out at a steady pace, Santana kisses her way down her neck to where her breasts are bouncing, to take a pink nipple into her mouth and suck gently.
Brittany can hardly form words as she focuses on the feeling of her nipple in Santana's mouth and her hard cock sliding in and out of her. She gently guided Santana back up to kiss her again, needing to breathe the same air. When Santana's heavy breasts press against her own, Brittany moans again into her lover's mouth.
"Baby, I want you to come too this time." Santana says breathlessly, almost as if it's a question. What does she need to do to make Brittany come?
Struggling to speak around her moans, Brittany manages to get out, "San. So good. Clit." Santana immediately snakes a hand between their bodies and dips her finger between Brittany's folds, grazing her own cock as it pounds in and out. She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from coming too early at the sensation. Finding Brittany's swollen clit, she begins to make tight circles. Brittany throws her head back and moans Santana's name while digging her fingers into Santana's shoulders. "Oh God, baby." Brittany's fingers tighten, not quite painful, but close.
"Fuck, Brittany," Santana says through gritted teeth as she speeds up both the circles on her clit and her thrusts. She can feel Brittany getting tighter around her.
"Gonna. Uh. Come," Brittany screams. Then, Santana feels Brittany's muscles convulsing around her still-thrusting dick, and Brittany arches underneath her. Santana slows her circles around her engorged clit and works her cock into Brittany with slower, deeper thrusts, feeling her balls tighten. After a few more thrusts, while watching Brittany come down beautifully below her, she pushes into her as deep as she can and explodes into her. As Brittany feels Santana's hot cum inside of her, her walls clench again. She can hardly move, her body feels so good. Santana kisses Brittany's blissed-out face and collapses on top of her, unable to hold herself up anymore. As she gently pulls out, she notes how wet both Brittany and the sheets are. Brittany doesn't seem to notice, as she seems to have gone into some sort of sex coma. Fighting back a chuckle, Santana smiles and rolls off of her. The motion, combined with the cold air that hits her damp body, causes Brittany to pout. "Where?" she mumbles.
"Come here, baby. We kind of made a mess." Santana laughs and scoops Brittany into her arms, pulling her away from the wet spot before covering them both with the blanket.
"Most amazing sex ever," Brittany mumbles into her neck.
Santana nods in agreement, running her fingers over every bit of naked skin she can reach. She still can't believe how lucky she is that she gets Brittany in this way and that Brittany loves her back. "I love making love to you, Brittany," she whispers. Brittany hears how heartachingly honest that statement is. But then, "Shit, that was cheesy. I'm sorry," Santana backtracks, still scared that the depth of her feelings is going to somehow chase Brittany away.
Brittany pulls her face away from Santana's warm neck to look into her eyes. "I love making love to you too. Please don't take back beautiful things that you say. I love hearing them." She kisses Santana's lips softly, then continues in a near whisper, "I love the way my body feels after you make me feel good...like it's humming, and the only thing it wants is to be as close to you as possible. I never, ever thought sex could feel like this." She keeps laying gentle kisses on Santana's neck and ear, then settles into her arms, tucking her head gently under Santana's chin so she can hear her heartbeat.
"I'm glad this night turned out so perfect. It could have gone so wrong." Santana cringes at the thought of what could have happened to Brittany tonight.
"Don't think about it, baby. It's over. He'll be on his way back home, and we're here together and perfect."
Santana kisses the top of Brittany's head as a way of agreeing. Suddenly, a thought hits her. "Do you think he'll tell your parents what happened? What if he tells them you're dating a girl?"
"Then he tells them. I'm not hiding anything from them; it just hasn't come up yet. If he tells them, then I'll deal with it. I don't think he will, though."
"Why not?"
"He'll be embarrassed that I've moved on and that he got beat up...so he'll probably either lie and say he never came or say he decided he wasn't ready to take me back and that I need to work a little harder."
"He's such a dick, Britt. Why did you date him in the first place?"
"Everyone wanted me to. I was sick of being a disappointment to my family, and they seemed so happy that we'd gotten together. Other than having to make out with him in front of his friends, it wasn't too bad at first...but then, it got worse, as you know."
"Why did you stay?"
"Like I said, I didn't want to disappoint anyone. Plus, at some point, he and my family managed to convince me that I needed him, that nobody else would ever love me. It felt like the only thing my parents even liked about me was him. Sometimes, it felt like everything I knew was based around this relationship. And then I got scared to leave him, because I didn't know what he would do to me."
"Why did you leave? What changed?" Santana asks against her better judgment, knowing that the answer will probably break her heart all over again. She feels Brittany stiffen in her arms. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"I left him, because he hurt me again, and it was the last straw. He came to my house, wanting to have sex, but I was on my period, so he got mad. Then, he said it was okay, because I could just blow him. But I didn't want to do that either, so I told him I had a sore throat. He said that was too bad, because he was already turned on, and once guys get turned on, they can't stop. I tried to leave and go downstairs, because I figured he wouldn't do anything in front of my parents, but he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. I was on my stomach, and he pulled my pants down. I tried to kick him, but I couldn't get my leg to bend back like that." Santana feels her stomach turning as Brittany continues her story. "He...he tried to…have anal sex. It hurt so bad. I managed to move enough to get him off of me. He slapped me, and I pulled up my pants and ran downstairs. He followed me, and I told him to get out and that I never wanted to see him again, that I was done. I couldn't do it anymore."
Santana can feel Brittany shaking. Even though she can't see her face, she can hear the tears in her voice. Trying to comfort her in any way she can, she strokes her back and presses kisses to her hair.
"My mom was there." Brittany sniffs. "She heard me tell him I was done. After he left, my mom told me that whatever he did wasn't an excuse to break up. She said to give it a day or two, then call him, and maybe if I was lucky, he'd take me back. God, Santana, I felt so unloved." Brittany is full-on sobbing now. "I'm sorry, I'm ruining all the good feelings."
"You aren't, baby. Shhh. You aren't." Santana looks into her eyes. "I hate him—obviously. That's hardly worth mentioning—but I don't want to waste energy on those bad feelings. I do want to tell you that I will never hurt you. Not in that way, not in any way. Ever."
"I know," Brittany sniffs.
"I know we've talked about it, but I want to say it again. This," she runs her hand up Brittany's side. "This is your body. I love it, and I love making you feel good, and I love the way you make me feel. But it's your body, baby. Yours. If you ever don't want to do anything, that will always be okay. It's your body, and I will never, ever abuse that. Okay?" Brittany nods and smiles. "Not only that, but I will always do what I can to protect you. I will always try and keep you safe. I want you to feel safe with me."
"I feel safer like this, in your arms, than I ever have in my life."
"Good. Get used to it, because I have absolutely no intention of letting you go." She tickles her fingers along Brittany's ribs, and Brittany giggles, effectively lightening the mood slightly. "I love you."
"I love you. A million times over."
Santana can feel the heaviness of the conversation weighing on them, but not in a bad way. It feels like trust and bad pasts and promises to keep each other safe, all wrapped together. "We should try to go back to sleep."
"Tell me a happy story first?"
"Like a real story? Something that has happened? Or make one up?"
Brittany yawns before answering. "Real."
Santana is happy to feel Brittany's tense body relaxing into her. "Okay, umm...so, when I was five, and my parents decided to raise me as a girl, I was really scared my brothers weren't going to get it. I was old enough to know that I wasn't 'normal.' On the way home from the doctor's, where we'd kind of made it final, I asked my parents what we were going to do. My dad told me not to worry about it and that he would take them to dinner and tell them. I was so scared my brothers were going to make fun of me or treat me differently, which hurt because I loved them so much. That night, while my dad took them to dinner, my mom took me to dinner and then shopping for some new clothes. When we got home, all I wanted to do was try on all of my new clothes, but I was scared about what my brothers were going to say."
"I love your brothers."
"Me too, baby. So anyways, I found Luis in his room, and he was holding a doll. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he was trying to learn how to braid hair, because since he had a little sister now, he would need to know. I was only five, but I knew for sure that I was the luckiest little, now girl, in the world. He picked me up and hugged me tight and said he loved me and everything would be okay. I remember asking him if I was still his favorite buddy, because he always called me that, and he said that I would always be his favorite buddy. Then, I told him that I was nervous about our other brothers. I was close with all of them, but I've always been closest with Luis. So he took my hand and took me to the game room, where the other three were playing video games. When I walked in, Diego just looked over at me and said, 'Hey, baby sis. Want to play with us?' I just looked at Luis, who nodded, and then I ran over, and Miguel pulled me into his lap like always and handed me his controller, even though he knew I'd get his guy killed right away. And...that was it. It was never weird or hard to be around them. I was a girl, which became way more obvious when I hit puberty, and they explained boners to me, and Luis taught me about condoms and birth control that other girls could have once it became clear that I definitely liked girls. They've been amazing my whole life."
By the end of the story, Brittany's heart feels significantly lighter. "They are so amazing. I can't believe they helped me, even though they don't know me that well."
"Babe, my brothers love you. Once they decide they love you, they'll protect you, no matter what. They're the same way with Quinn."
"Thanks for telling me that story." Brittany yawns again and closes her eyes, feeling the signs of sleep hit her body.
"Anytime, love."
"Wait. Did Luis ever learn to braid hair?"
"He totally did. Braids better than almost anyone I know." Brittany can hear the smile in Santana's voice, and it makes her smile too. They both mumble "I love you" before falling asleep again, excited for the rest of Thanksgiving break.