Author's Note: Hii. You may have noticed already that I have updated my other stories, but just in case you haven't, well hi. Long time no see. All is good, life hasn't been very good to me lately, as I have been diagnosed with breast cancer and have been battling against it for a while now, but my last tests came back clear, so that is good. My muses are back, I'm writing again, and life is turning bright, at least for now. I have missed you. Lots of love.
With the sunlight, comes the regret.
You can still feel your whole body tingling from the orgasm Santana gave you a few hours ago, and you relish in all the feelings for a few seconds as you feel her body holding you tightly and strands oh her hair tingling your cheek and side of your neck. The room smells like sex. And like Santana. You can help it, you love it.
But the moment your phone starts buzzing and you see Quinn is calling you, reality falls upon you and you feel breathless. You had sex with Santana, and even if every single inch of your body is dying to do it again, it shouldn't have happened and you feel like banging your head against the wall. You should have controlled your instincts, you should have been the bigger woman, it was in your hands to stop her. Yet you didn't. And now you feel bad.
You leave Quinn's call unanswered as you slowly get off the bed, trying not to wake Santana up. You are still naked so you throw over yourself a robe you find in your wardrobe, and with a deep sigh and a strong bite to your lower lip, you leave the room. You can feel tears pooling in your eyes and you don't know if you will be able to hold them in for much longer, or, you know, at all.
You know you didn't commit a crime. Maybe a felony - yeah, that's soothing - but not a crime. And you did enjoy it, and Santana seemed to enjoy it, but it is morally so, so wrong, you know it. And you keep repeating it to yourself. Dark demons are taking over you as you start indeed crying and pick your phone up, calling Quinn back.
"Brittany, hey, something happened." She says, but as she hears your quiet, ragged sobs, she stops talking mid sentence. "What's wrong?".
"Can I talk to my friend Quinn? And not to psychologist Quinn Fabray?" You ask with a sigh. She makes a positive noise and you take a moment to gather your thoughts together. "Lord, you are going to hate me..."
"She's with you, isn't she?" She asks and for a moment you have no idea what she is talking about. Then you remember she started the conversation saying something had happened.
"Yes. We are at the cabin." You answer with a shrug. "Quinn, listen, I'm just going to say it. It finally happened, we slept together. I know I should have stopped her, but I just couldn't, I wanted it to happen just as much. I think I love her, Q." You spurt out. It is scary, but it feels kinda good to finally say it out loud.
"Even if I'm not full on with you in this, as your friend I am really happy that you finally found someone, honestly. I could state a million reasons why she is bad news and not right for you, but I'm not going to. I am happy for you Britt, and I can hear the guilt in your voice. Stop it. You finally got laid, it was about time." She jokes and you can't help but laugh a little. "But, as a professional, please you really need to bring her back. I will help you, okay? But her social worker was about to call the police and put out a search party for her. The situation is bad. Please, I beg you, Brittany. I can buy you some time, but you need to bring her back."
You sigh slowly but you know she is right. You don't want to make the situation messier than it already is.
"Sure, I'm sorry. We will be there by this afternoon." You say. "Love you, bye." And you hang up.
"And here I was, thinking you had feelings for me..." You hear behind your back. Santana must have heard your farewells to Quinn. When you turn around and look at her, you are not sure if she is serious or just playing with you. When she smirks sexily, you realise it's the latter.
She walks to you, you are sure she is about to kiss you, when she stops dead in her tracks, frowning as she looks at your face.
"Have you been crying?" She asks confused and worriedly, and does that protective thing of wrapping her own arms across her chest.
"I...maybe. It's nothing though, all is good now." You answer quickly, and give her a soft peck on the lips to reassure her. "We need to get going though, for real." You add, and it's the first time you sound convinced. You know she doesn't feel safe, so you decide to explain everything to her as it is. "Look, Quinn is going to help us, okay? But your social worker almost filed a missing person report. We need to go back. I promise that when all calms down, I'll bring you up here for a gateway, a real one this time." You say smiling softly, and you can see Santana's muscles relaxing. She ends up nodding and your smile turns brighter.
She moves close to you again and playfully grabs the end of the tie that's holding your robe closed. You just now notice that she's only wearing panties and a sports bra that you recognise as yours.
"Do we need to go like right now...?" She just about purrs against your lips and you swear she's going to be the death of you.
Before you can even think about anything else than the feeling of her body against yours, she's eating you out and it's the best feeling in the world.
After another session of steamy sex, this time she lets you do her too, you both shower, separately, and soon you are driving back to the city in silence. There seems to be a lot of silence between the two of you. At least you don't need to hide your feelings anymore, though. Now you just need to help her open up. You want to know everything about her.
That is going to be harder, though. You know it.
Anyway, you love a good challenge almost as much as you love Santana.
