Brittany feels warmth pool low in her stomach. She knows what that means. Before she can follow Santana into the bedroom, though, the Latina stops her. "Wait out here for one second." She kisses Brittany, then sneaks into her bedroom, opening the door just a crack so that Brittany can't see inside. She thinks the anticipation might kill her.
Thankfully, Santana doesn't take long, and soon, she's pulling Brittany inside. The blonde gasps when her eyes adjust to the dim light. The room is softly lit with candles, and the bed is neatly made with flower petals scattered across it. Santana pulls her closer and wraps her in her arms. "Happy birthday, love." Brittany leans in to kiss her. The kiss is slow and sensual, and it makes the flickering heat in Brittany's belly rise to a slow, deep burn. Without breaking the kiss, Santana runs her hands up Brittany's back and pulls her zipper down. Brittany moans into Santana's mouth. She already wants her so badly. Pulling back, Santana slides Brittany's dress down her arms until gravity takes it to the floor. Then, she begins to lay kisses down the column of Brittany's neck and across her collarbone while unclasping her bra. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in Brittany's flawless body, bathed in warm candlelight. "So beautiful," she whispers reverently.
"You have too many clothes on," Brittany tells her as she unzips Santana's dress, pulls it down, and removes Santana's strapless bra. She runs her hands down Santana's ribcage to the top of her compression shorts, hating the way they bite into Santana's skin. These are even tighter than the ones she wears most days, and when she pulls them down, the indents look so painful. Crouching down so that she's eye-level with Santana's semi-stiff dick, she looks up into her warm brown eyes before placing soft kisses to the deepest of the indents.
Santana feels herself getting harder as Brittany lays kisses so close to where she'd love to have her lips. This isn't how she wants to do this, though, so she reaches down and gently pulls Brittany up. "Tonight is about you," she whispers as she palms Brittany's breasts and swipes her thumbs over already-stiff nipples. She backs Brittany up until her legs hit the bed, then gently lays her head on the pillows, never breaking eye contact. Hooking her fingers under the sides of Brittany's lace panties, she slides them down and off her long legs.
With her hands on Brittany's knees, she parts her legs before bending forward to kiss the skin there. She continues her path of little kisses up her thigh, getting closer to where Brittany's aching. The closer she gets, the faster Brittany's breaths come. After placing one last kiss on her thigh, she hovers her face over Brittany's center and blows a warm stream of air onto her. Then, she moves back down and starts to kiss the same path up her other leg.
She continues to blow warm breaths and place kisses so light Brittany can barely feel them. Her hips are moving desperately in search of a firmer touch, but not until she vocalizes her need, "Santana, please," does Santana give in. She begins by placing slightly firmer kisses to her slit, then runs her tongue from her center to her clit, parting her folds slowly. Brittany grips the bedsheets in her fists as she rolls her hips, trying to get more friction with Santana's tongue. She feels Santana's hands grip her hips to hold her steady just before soft lips circle her clit and begin to suck.
Oh god, it feels so good. Santana's name escapes Brittany's lips again. Wanting to see what's happening, she props herself up on her elbows to glimpse Santana's head between her legs. When Santana feels Brittany sit up, she looks up to make eye contact with her as she slowly drags her tongue to Brittany's center, circling it once before plunging in. Brittany throws her head back, knowing it won't be much longer. "Make me come," she gasps, unable to handle the mounting pressure in her abdomen. Santana moans in response, and the vibrations shoot through Brittany, making her collapse back onto the bed. Santana alternates between quick thrusts into Brittany with her tongue and flicking her clit rapidly. She feels her muscles contract, and then, with a sound that Santana suspects may have been her name, Brittany comes hard.
Kissing her way back up Brittany's body, Santana's excited for part two. As soon as Brittany regains her ability to breathe normally, Santana whispers into her ear, "You get to pick what comes next, baby. Anything you want." Brittany bites her lip as she looks into Santana's loving eyes. She wants everything. Ever since Brittany took her on the chair, she's been curious about new positions. Santana senses her hesitation, so she lowers herself down and kisses her fully. "Anything at all."
"I think I want to try from behind...but I'm nervous. Bec—"
"Shh, baby. It's okay. I know why you're nervous. What if we try, and then if you feel uncomfortable for even a second, we'll stop, and I'll make love to you in a way I know is comfortable for both of us, okay?" Brittany nods before Santana leans down to kiss her again. Then, Santana pulls away and kneels on one side of Brittany. "Roll over, baby."
Brittany does. When Santana kisses her shoulder, she can feel how tense Brittany is. Part of her wants to roll Brittany back over, because the idea that she's uncomfortable at all makes Santana wary. However, Brittany asked for this, so maybe Santana just needs to find a way to ease her nerves. Looking over to the nightstand, she sees the bottle of lotion she put there, originally intended for a back massage after they're done, but maybe that'll help now. She gently brushes Brittany's hair away from her ear, then straddles her, making sure to move slowly and deliberately so that Brittany can feel her there with no surprises. Squirting some lotion into her hands, she rubs them together to warm it.
Starting with Brittany's shoulders, Santana rubs out the tension and listens to the satisfied little noises that Brittany makes. When she feels the muscles there start to loosen, she moves further down, rubbing gentle circles over her spine and trailing her fingers down to her ribs. She loves the different noises that Brittany makes—little moans that mean "this feels good," and little gasps that sound an awful lot like "please touch me."
When Brittany's body feels entirely relaxed, Santana asks her, "Can you sit up on your knees?" Brittany does as requested. "Now, lean forward and put your hands on the headboard." Once Brittany does so, Santana kisses slowly down her spine. "Does this feel okay?" she whispers. Brittany nods; it feels better than okay. Santana continues to kiss Brittany's back as she runs her hand over her ribs, to her flat stomach, and then down to where she can feel Brittany is still very much warm and wet. She spreads her folds with her fingers and uses her other hand to line herself up with Brittany's center. "Ready?" she whispers into Brittany's back.
At some point, Brittany had reached around and is now clutching Santana's side. "Please," she whispers back, and Santana begins to slowly ease herself in, watching the muscles in Brittany's arm flex as she grips the headboard harder.
Santana's fairly certain that this is the deepest she's ever been as she finally feels Brittany nestle into her hips. She is suddenly aware of just how much of Brittany is open and available to her in this position. She wraps her arms around Brittany and holds their bodies together, then starts to move in and out.
Brittany can feel Santana filling her, surrounding her. Strong but gentle strokes hit every wonderful spot inside of her. She's never felt so full. She begins to rock back into Santana's forward thrusts, and they establish a rhythm that has Brittany unsure if she'll be able to support herself for much longer. "Harder," she gasps.
Santana complies. With every thrust, she feels her hips slam into Brittany's ass, breasts bouncing. Brittany straightens up slightly and brings her other arm to her own torso to lace her fingers into Santana's. Their bodies now completely flush together, Santana shifts her arms to support more of Brittany's weight. Her free arm braces Brittany's chest, cupping one of her breasts and gently rolling a hard nipple between her index finger and thumb. The hand that Brittany is holding moves down to her lower abdomen to press Brittany further into her, as she continues to thrust hard and deep. She thinks she can almost feel herself thrusting into her with the hand that's pressed tight to Brittany's belly.
She didn't realize how close Brittany's mouth is to her ear until she hears Brittany whisper, "You feel so good inside of me" hotly into her ear. Her eyes roll back, and it takes every ounce of strength to not explode inside of Brittany. "Don't stop."
Santana begins to move her hips even faster, and a broken moan comes from Brittany's mouth. "You are so beautiful. Mine," Santana gasps.
Brittany slides the hand that's on her lower belly down, then takes two of Santana's fingers and guides them to her clit. "Yours," she moans, eyes squeezed shut. Santana begins to rub circles around her clit, biting her lip, desperately trying to last just a little bit longer. Brittany's hand never leaves her own as she fingers Brittany's clit. "G'na come," Brittany breathes out as Santana feels her muscles squeeze her cock even tighter.
"So tight, baby. Fuck." Santana explodes. Through her orgasm, she does her best to continue rubbing Brittany's clit, and before she's finished coming, Brittany's muscles lock down and she stills Santana's circling fingers, both of their hands now cupping her mound. Santana can feel her pulsing against her fingers and around her still-spurting cock. They hold that position, trembling with aftershocks, until their bodies go slack. Slowly, Santana eases out of her and lowers them both back onto the bed, Brittany rotating to press herself against Santana's front.
"That was amazing," Brittany mumbles into Santana's neck when she finally finds her voice.
Santana is combing her fingers through Brittany's hair, thinking the same thing. "You're amazing. Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much."
"I love you. Best birthday ever."
Santana looks into her eyes. "Yeah?" Brittany nods. "Good. That was my goal. I'd better start planning how I'm going to top this next year." She sees Brittany's face start to scrunch up in protest. "Nope, get used to it. You being born is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I plan on celebrating it, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Brittany shakes her head but can't wipe the smile off of her face. She shifts and tries not to moan, feeling Santana's and her own cum leak out of her.
"What?" Santana notices the change in Brittany's facial expression.
"I can feel your cum inside me, and leaking out of me."
"I'm...sorry?"
"No, I love it. Don't apologize."
"Good. Do you want to go shower?"
"Probably, but I still don't trust my legs, and I don't want to move. We can shower together in the morning?"
"Sounds good," Santana replies as she wraps her arm around Brittany to pull her in closer. They adjust into one of their favorite sleeping positions—Santana partially on her side, with Brittany half laying on her stomach on top of her, head on Santana's shoulder, arms and legs twisted together. "Love you, B."
"Love you, S."
The next morning, Santana wakes up to Brittany running her fingers around her belly button, up and over her breasts, and back down. "Mmm," she swallows to try and clear the morning from her voice. "That feels good."
"Good morning." Brittany lays a small kiss on Santana's bicep, then goes back to looking into her eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I want you inside of me again, but your mom is home."
Santana groans in response. "I can't tell if I love when you say things like that, or hate it because I know we can't do anything."
Brittany smiles and kisses Santana's lips. "If we behave ourselves, can we shower together?" she asks with a slight pout.
Santana rolls onto her side and presses their lips together again. "I think we can do that."
They can't do that. Santana should know by now that they can't be together, naked, in close proximity, with the water running, and prevent her dick from getting hard. "Can I touch you, please, Santana? We'll be quiet," Brittany whispers hotly in her ear. Santana nods, because she doesn't trust herself to say words right now. Brittany's hand is traveling slowly down her abdomen, and Santana swallows at the anticipation.
"Mija! Get down here! Breakfast is almost done!"
Brittany's hand stops in its tracks, and she looks at Santana, eyes wide. Groaning, Santana lets her head fall back against the shower wall and takes a few deep breaths to calm down. Then, she kisses Brittany chastely. "I guess we need to finish this another time. Go ahead and get out. I need a few seconds of cold water." Brittany looks at her, confused, until Santana gestures to her still-hard member. Brittany steps out and is towel drying her hair when she hears a hiss from inside the shower. "Fuck, that's cold."
When they get downstairs, they hear voices coming from the dining room. Antonio, Maribel, and Luis are already seated at the table, digging into their breakfast. The girls serve themselves and sit down to eat as well. By now, Brittany is used to Maribel putting extra food on her and Santana's plates without asking or even mentioning it. She eats it if she can, and if not, one of Santana's brothers or Antonio finishes it off. Food is rarely wasted in the Lopez household.
"How was your birthday, Britt?" Luis asks. He had heard about Santana's plan and thought it was a perfect idea for her.
"It was so incredible!" she gushes. "I was so surprised. Everything was amazing. The restaurant was so good. Oh God! Thank you so much for that, Antonio and Maribel. I loved it."
"Our pleasure, sweetie," Maribel replies as she puts another piece of bacon on Santana's plate.
After breakfast, they all hang out together in the living room. Brittany and Santana tell everyone about their classes next semester, during which Brittany accidentally lets it slip about her tutoring, and she feels her face burn with embarrassment. "That's great, Brittany! If you find they aren't giving you enough attention, let me know, and I'll put a call in. I know enough people who work at that university that I'm sure I have some names to throw around," Antonio responds.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby," Santana whispers in her ear. Brittany nods, then settles back into Santana, who wraps her arms around her waist. The afternoon passes fairly quickly in conversation and card games. Brittany loves these times. Her family doesn't really spend any time together—not that she wants to spend time with them, but this is amazing. They all genuinely like each other's company.
"Santana, can you come help me for a second?" her mother calls from the kitchen. Santana untangles herself from Brittany and goes into the kitchen. "Are you and Brittany going to leave soon?"
"Yes, Mami. I'm still not sure that surprises are her thing."
"Shush you. She's going to love this. Leave everything up to me. Just keep her out of the house for a few hours." Santana nods her consent and goes back into the living room.
"What did your mom need?"
"Just help with her phone. She still doesn't understand it."
"Can you blame her? I wouldn't get it either, if it weren't for you."
"You still use mine most of the time. Anyways, it's not super cold out today. Do you want to go drive around? I can show you my old school and stuff."
"Yes! That sounds awesome."
"Awesome, let's go put on something other than sweatpants."
They go upstairs, and Brittany pulls out jeans and a sweater, then turns to Santana, who's getting ready to pull on her compression shorts. "Do you have to wear those? I hate that they hurt you. I understand if you want to. I just don't want you to feel like you have to."
Santana ducks her head. "I don't want people to notice or stare. I don't want to deal with it."
Brittany puts her arms around Santana's shoulders. "No one will notice or stare. What if you wear those sexy, low-cut jeans with the looser fit?" Santana shrugs, and Brittany kisses her temple. "You are perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Do you prefer to wear them?"
"Not really. They leave marks and make my hips sore, because they're so tight. I can't wear tighter, girlier stuff without them, though."
"What if you try not wearing them with looser clothes and in situations where you feel comfortable? Only if you want to, of course. I just hate the idea of you hurting for any reason."
"If I put the jeans on, will you tell me if you can see my penis?"
"Yep." Brittany pecks Santana's lips and smacks her butt lightly.
After Santana pulls on a pair of boxer briefs and her jeans, she stands in front of Brittany and pulls up her shirt. "Any bulge?"
Brittany takes her time to look carefully, wanting Santana to know she'll be honest, no matter what—and secretly enjoying the view a bit. "Definitely not from the side. From the front, I can see the faintest outline, but honestly, it looks like it could be something in your pocket or a crease in the fabric or something. I would never notice if I wasn't looking for it."
"Okay." Santana smiles and lays her head on Brittany's shoulder. Hiding her anatomy around other people always felt like a given; wouldn't anyone in her circumstance? It wasn't until Brittany that she realized she doesn't need to hide. Her jeans feel so much more comfortable without compression shorts.
They spend the afternoon driving around Staten Island. Santana shows Brittany her favorite park as a kid and where they used to go to church before it closed. They stop and get hot chocolate at a tiny cafe that Santana mentions she saw all the time but never tried. It's delicious, and they'll definitely be back. When the sun is starting to set, they wind up strolling around Santana's high school. "This is where I used to park every day, once I got a car. It's where all the popular kids parked."
"So you were always popular?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Anyone with older siblings knew my brothers who were all on the football team, so that helped. Plus, nobody but the cheerleading squad knew about my little friend." She gestures towards her crotch.
"Baby, there is nothing little about you."
Santana shakes her head and laughs. "Anyways, Quinn helped me keep my secret the best we could. A rumor went around once, but most people thought it was too crazy to be true. The girls on the squad...well, other than the whole bet thing, they just kind of ignored it, especially once Quinn and I became co-captains."
"Were you guys mean to the other students?" That's something Brittany thinks she'll feel guilty about for the rest of her life. Sure, she personally wasn't mean to other students, but standing by and silently watching it happen is just as bad.
"I like to think we weren't that bad. There were so many people in our school that while we were definitely popular, there were enough people to balance that out. If any one group got too mean, the rest of the school would have stopped respecting them, so their popularity wouldn't have meant anything. I think, more than anything, we were just elitists. You know?"
"Yeah. Popular kids at my school were really mean. It was terrible. They would throw kids into dumpsters or toss slushies in people's faces. All kinds of stuff. They spread the worst rumors, too. I never did anything like that, but I never stopped it. I bet I missed out on a lot of nice friends, because I was trying to be the kind of person my parents were pushing me to be."
"Well, whatever they were pushing you towards, you turned out amazing all on your own. Kids do that kind of stuff."
"Yeah, but I still think about it. It still upsets me that I didn't try to stop it, or say sorry, or make friends with the kids who I knew needed one."
"Maybe you could look up a few of them on Facebook and send a message or something?"
"Maybe. So, what else, Miss Ex-Head Cheerleader?" Brittany teases.
"Well, this is the football field. We had to practice out here until it was so cold our water bottles would freeze. Then, we were finally allowed to practice in the gym."
"Wow. Strict."
The gate isn't locked, so they walk out onto the field, heading towards a set of bleachers. "Oh God. Right under here is where I totally caught Quinn making out with a boy for the first time." Santana tugs her hand and leads her under the bleachers.
"Did you stop her?"
"I didn't mean to, but I gasped. The guy kind of panicked and ran away. Quinn wasn't too upset. Apparently it wasn't that awesome."
Brittany laughs. "What about you? Any makeout sessions under the bleachers?" Santana shakes her head, chuckling. "Want to change that?"
