Title: Above The Moon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7.1k
Summary: She really is here. Brittany is here, and you think over the past 10 years without her, trying to figure out how destiny didn't bring you back together sooner, but you guess it just wasn't the right time.
Notes: Thank you for your feedback! Always appreciated :)
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After you have to release Snixx on the innocent service workers, they get their asses moving and you take residence on the bench by the bar, wishing there were someone behind it to give you a drink.
You stare at your contacts list, scrolling through various names of girls that you've already been with, or taken out on a date – which is the same thing, but a nicer way of saying it – and you're beginning to get irritated as you're yet to think of someone. During this month since Brittany walked back in your life, you haven't needed to venture out to get your needs satisfied by someone else as she's filled that cup ten times over, both times. You have a more than healthy appetite for sex, but she manages to tie it over and has done for the past four weeks.
Which you're fighting not to think about as you're fairly sure that means something, but she's good in bed, so you've been putting it down to that.
There's been no more talk from Kurt about who you're bringing, and for that you're glad as you'd have nothing to say right now. There are a few options; that brunette you found at the bar a few months ago, or even the dance teacher from NYADA you met backstage at one of Mercedes shows, but you know they've got to be like, supremely hot to keep your attention on them. It's kind of a bitchy way to think about women, and you'd scold a guy if they said something like that, but you just feel like you need to show up with a serious piece of eye candy on your arm for your own selfish reasons.
Yeah, sure, you've seen Brittany and not slept with her more times than you have now – the calls, texts and few run-ins have kept coming – but weddings are a known place where people go to hook up and you're fully aware of that. There's a rush of emotion from seeing a happy couple devote themselves to each other, the free bar which supplies bad decisions and a severe lack of judgement, and you haven't needed any of that to fall into bed with her before, so you're hoping bringing a date might sway that.
It seems like the only option you've got left. A physical deterrent.
But the pickings are thin, as you never really leave on a good note with any of them, and you know you're going to need a girl with fire to keep you on your toes, so you find the only person that fits that description and shoots a text over. It's brief, just a quick greeting with a generic question to follow, and you stare at the screen for a good five minutes until you see a few bubbles pop up and then the girl is replying, and you grin.
Hey stranger… Looking for a booty call? – C
You decided to go with the dance teacher. She's called Cassie and you went to an afterparty to celebrate Mercedes show, and you ended up sleeping together and she was the one that walked out on you the next morning, so she's probably the most appropriate. If anything, you could have a chip on your shoulder with the way you two left things, but you were good as you had brought her back to your apartment and kicking a girl out is never easy.
Not exactly, you type, biting your bottom lip and figuring a way of doing this without any ties. Not that you think Cassie is the tied down type of woman. She's older than you and was really good in the sack, but she hasn't called or texted you since she slipped out before you woke up the next morning, even though she obviously still had your number saved. So you don't think she's looking for a relationship either. She's basically the perfect person to bring to the wedding. What are you doing this Saturday? – S
You hold your breath as she begins typing back, and relief washes over you when you read over the few words because it just confirms that she was the right person to text.
That depends on how interesting your offer is… - C
You grin and your thumbs are moving to type out a response your head hasn't even thought of.
Got a wedding on Saturday. It's got a free bar, and I could do with a date if you're game. – S
There's a positive confirmation with a wink, along the lines of you had me at free bar, and you pocket your cell when you see Kurt wandering over to you, curiosity on his features as he watches you hide your phone like you're not supposed to be on it. Obviously, it raises suspicion, and you should sort out the fine details about dress code, timing, and shit, but you're kind of eager to tell your friend that you now have a date. You think he's going to ask what you're doing and now you don't have to lie.
"I've got a date to your wedding."
Kurt slows to a stop in front of you, clutching his clipboard to his chest and eyes you suspiciously. "Did I ask?" He quirks, head cocked to the side with confusion. "And thanks to your ability to strike fear into any poor soul, we're finished up now."
"No," you snap back, embarrassment rushing to your face at his question, disregarding the second thing he said. Maybe he didn't notice you putting your phone away and now you're all kinds of panicky. "Just thought I'd tell you as you were bugging me about it earlier," you continue, trying to talk your way out of it.
Kurt snorts but slides on to the stool behind you, dropping the board to the top and reaching over to grab at a bottle of liquor. It's clear, but you don't get to ask before he's stealing two shot glasses and setting them up to fill, popping open the bottle before he looks at you. Kind of a rebellious move, as you would've done that had if you thought it was allowed, but you guess he is spending an extortionate amount of money, so that's well within his rights.
But his face catches you off guard when you meet his eye, seeing suspicion through narrowed eyes. "It's not Brittany, is it?"
You click your tongue at him, flashing a deadpan expression as you hold the shots as he pours them, watching him put the cap back on before you push one over to him. "Shut up."
He raises his glass, you do the same and you say cheers before tipping it back, wincing as the liquor seeps down your throat, burning it and your stomach when it gets there. You slam your glass down on the top, gasping for a breath because that shit is strong, and you weren't prepared for tequila, but Kurt dabs at the bit that spills down his lip as he pounds his chest with the other hand, looking flushed by the drink.
"Well don't start any shit at my wedding," he chokes out, voice strained which makes you laugh as it sounds like his balls have just dropped. "Regardless of who you're bringing with you," he manages to get out and clears his throat a few times before finding his annoying high-pitched voice again. "I will end you if I see any drama that isn't caused by me."
You swipe the bottle of tequila off the bar top, pouring you both another shot before meeting his eyes again with a smug smile. "I'm quaking in my boots," you tease him.
He just laughs as you take the next shot.
/
You decide to take the day off before Kurt's wedding.
You do all the things you usually do before you go to work, head down to the gym, grab a Starbucks on the way back and have a long, hot shower. It seems like any normal day even though you don't have any plans and all your friends are busy with wedding preparation – Rachel involved herself as self-appointed maid of honour – and you never have days off where you don't do anything, so it's kind of nice.
You climb out the shower and towel dry your hair, putting on some comfortable clothes as you wander back through your apartment to find your coffee. It's probably cold by now, and that's confirmed when you take a sip, wincing at it and pulling your mouth down as you could have just ordered one and it'd still be hot, but then your attention is pulled by the sound of your phone vibrating next to you.
You squint at the screen, trying to remember where you've put your glasses as you can't see the damn thing, but you decide to just pick up as no-one you work with is stupid enough to call you whilst you're on vacation. You'd get their ass fired if they did. "Hello?"
"Hey…" The voice down the line breathes and you still, recognising it immediately.
"Britt?"
"Yeah, don't you have caller ID? It's the 21st century, San."
You let out a laugh and set your coffee down, dragging your finger along the marble counter top. "Shut up. I just got out the shower and don't have my glasses on yet, so I can't see the freaking screen."
She laughs too and you scrunch your face up, picturing her inside your mind because you know this laugh, the one where her eyebrows crinkle and the gets that cute little dip in her cheek that's not really a dimple and–
"You should wear your glasses more. You always looked so cute in them."
It cuts off your thoughts immediately, and you think back to when she used to tell you that back in high school instead, as you probably shouldn't have been going down that thought spiral you were heading down. But anyway, back then you always wore contacts, as anyone would pick on anything at that age and four eyes was not on the list of insults you were okay with hearing. It's barely even an insult like, your eyes just didn't work properly, like most of the kids that went to your school and every time someone hurled it at you, they ended up with a slap. So contacts were the way to go.
But seeing as she was your girlfriend and you spent all your time together outside of school, she saw your specs and always had a soft spot for them.
Something that apparently hasn't gone with time.
"Shut up," you drone, rolling your eyes and turning to rest your butt on the edge of the counter. "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay… Just finished my classes for the day and don't have anything else planned to do so I thought I'd call you."
Because you used to be best friends, you know immediately that she wants to see you and as thrilling as that is, you were thinking about hitting Cassie as it seems like the smarter idea. Although Brittany would be better company, even if a part of you knows that that's probably not a good thing to be feeling towards someone you've had sex with twice and who, oh yeah, is your first and last ever girlfriend. That's the type of shit that'll lead to overthinking, so you're good to ignore all of that and flirt a little instead. That's harmless and will hide your eagerness.
"Oh, yeah? So you'd just thought you'd see what I'm up to, huh?"
"Shut up, you dork," Brittany counters with a grin you know is on her face. "Are you not working?"
You push off the counter and begin pacing your apartment. "Nope. Booked a couple days off for a small vacation. Don't get a lot of chances because I'm just so popular," you joke, feeling the friendly side of your relationship from years ago creep in. You thought you'd flirt, but your expectations are never met with Brittany. She always seems to supersede them.
"In that case then," she draws out and you try to hide the way your breath hitches in your throat because you know her too well, even still. She does want to see you. "Do you wanna go for a coffee?"
Your eyes immediately find the cold, disappointing one sat on your kitchen counter, but your mind shoots to the last time that you heard those words leave her mouth and as much as yeah, you could do with sex as you're you and Brittany's Brittany and together you're just… heaven, you probably shouldn't start making it a regular thing as you're yet to find anyone else to do it with. Not that your choices are lacking, but you haven't had the spark of inspiration just yet as everyone's going to pale in comparison after Brittany, but you're sort of hoping to save yourself for Cassie in case it goes well at the wedding tomorrow.
Brittany has a habit of sucking you dry, literally and figuratively.
"Uh, Britt–"
"Not like that," she quickly gets out and you can hear the panic in her tone. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she's probably going red in the face too, but you think you kind of like it. Even if you feel a little bit of disappointment sink into your chest. "There's this cute little place I walk by to get to work sometimes in West Hollywood," she continues, but you stay silent. Okay, yeah, you're definitely enjoying her having to blurt out an explanation as that's been your position so far. "Thought you might wanna check it out with me. It's not like, a date or anything, " her voice drops into a lower, more serious tone as she says it, and you have to stifle the chuckle by sucking your lips into your mouth. "I've just started seeing someone anyway, so I might not be coming alone to the wedding after all and it's just a coffee."
This time, you're silent for a different reason and you no longer need to stifle a laugh. You weren't expecting her to reveal something like that as you only saw her like, a week ago, and you've talked since then, and you know she's cute, hot, funny, and kind, all the reasons you had a thing for her back in the day so it's not surprising to hear that someone's piqued her interest, but you just… You weren't expecting it. She doesn't do dating, or so she said, and you're a little confused, but you know you can't show it.
So you need to say something quick. You can't let the silence go on too long as it's already getting suspicious and it's only been like, five seconds.
"Oh, yeah. That's cool and sure," you shake your head, beginning to pace your apartment again as the words come out in a jumbled mess. Now there's no reason to say no to going for a coffee, even if this is the first time you'll be spending time around each other alone without the possibility of sex, but you did say you two were friends to Kurt. You don't want to be proved wrong there. "Coffee sounds good. When and where should I meet you?"
"I'll text you the time and address," she answers, her voice softer and sweeter now and it makes calm flow over your body. She didn't pick up on your hesitation. "Bye, San."
"Bye, Britt."
You barely even hang up before you're running back into your bedroom and digging through your closet to figure out what to wear.
It's just a coffee, but still.
/
Brittany really did mean a coffee.
You turned up at the address she gave you, at the appointed time and she was already there, grinning widely as you walked in. You freaked out a little when she stood up to hug you, as you were more accustomed to her undressed when she was in that distance, but it was nice because it made you feel like friends again. One coffee turned into two though, and you didn't stop talking about pretty much everything about your day and what had happened at work the few days before, and then you decided to go for a walk in the nearest park as neither of you wanted to leave.
So that's where you are now, just strolling down the paths and looking up at the palm trees, enjoying spending time with her again in a capacity that doesn't involve sex.
"So, do you remember Matt Rutherford?"
You turn to face her, curiosity raising your eyebrow as you think of the name. "Oh, shit, yeah," you gasp, a memory of a guy you two used to go to high school with. "What about him?"
Brittany smiles and scrunches her face up at you. "He's one of Mercedes dancers, too."
Again, you gasp, but your hand shoots out to her arm, stopping her as the shock sets in and your feet stop moving. "Shut the fuck up," you say, a little breathless. You don't remember much about the guy, but he was on the football team. You didn't know he freaking danced, and well enough to be touring with an artist, so you're lost for words. "Soon you're going to tell me Finn Hudson is a dancer, too."
She laughs and shakes her head, twisting to face you as your hand drops away from her, eyes flitting to the movement, but she doesn't say anything about it. "No, definitely not. Last I heard, he joined the Army," she explains and again, you're shocked. He's dumb enough to shoot himself whilst cleaning his gun. "But I haven't seen anyone else or kept in touch."
You bob your head, not having anything to offer as you didn't talk to anyone once you left high school, not really seeing the point as you were hopeful in life and your friends back then all smoked and drank beneath the bleachers. That was cool back then, but it wasn't something you wanted to take into adult life with you as a bad ass reputation just looked pathetic the older you got and you were going to be successful and Bumfuck, Ohio was not the place to do that, and the people in it definitely wouldn't have helped.
You begin walking again, just following the footpaths in silence and you inhale deeply as the breeze runs through your hair. It would be awkward if you weren't so comfortable together, as neither of you are talking but it just feels good, and you wonder if it's going to be like this at the wedding.
Which, shit… She said she might not be coming alone anymore, so you guess this is kind of practise. You don't know if she invited you for that reason and now you're probably going to overthink it. Maybe you should just ask her about him.
"So," you cough, clearing your throat and stare ahead. "Tell me about this guy you're seeing."
Smooth. Real smooth.
Blue eyes slide to the side, you can feel them on your face, and she stares for a long couple of seconds before replying but you don't flinch. You just keep a stoic expression. "It's nothing really," she shrugs and it's kind of what you wanted to hear, but if it was nothing, then she wouldn't have mentioned it. Even if it was out of panic. "I'm still single, but we've been out on a date."
"A date?" You parrot, smirking at her with a playful glint in your eye. "Thought you didn't do dating," you say in a funny mimicry of her voice.
She throws her head back and laughs. "I don't, but…" She pauses, looks to you and pinches her lips together. "A girl's gotta eat."
This time it's you who laughs, and you shake it off, folding your arms over your chest when the wind blows cold. Although that's kind of a jackass move, you think it's hilarious that Brittany does that to get free dinners and you can't really blame her. You've done that once or twice with unsuspecting men when your card was declined, back when you were a college student, and you know Brittany would've meant no harm by it.
Plus, you're kind of hoping she's using humour as a defence mechanism here and steering you away from the whole dating talk because she told you she doesn't date, but apparently she does. Even if it's for a free meal.
But it's also a good time to mention that you've invited Cassie. Maybe you'll feel less weird about it if she does end up bringing this guy, then you can stay a friendly distance away from each other with no potential of anything else. Not that you expect it. You're walking through the park with her right now and she's not giving you any signs or asking if she can see your apartment again.
"I'm bringing someone I met at one of Mercedes concerts," you say, trying to say casual but you're sure it doesn't come across that way as Brittany quirks an eyebrow and slows her walk.
"Is she hot?"
You grin and roll your eyes. "Obviously," you drone, and she giggles, which is slightly disheartening but okay. Another adjustment you'll have to make. It's not like you're bothered by her dating anyone, so you shouldn't expect her to be bothered by you, but still. "Maybe you should bring your guy and we can all drain the free bar together," you joke, nudging your elbow against hers and she giggles but the smile drops from her face when her phone begins buzzing in her pocket.
"I'm just gonna get this."
You smile and bob your head, watching step off the path on to the grass and you follow a few paces behind, giving her some space as she picks up the call. She smiles and is polite to whoever is on the phone and even does that adorable twirl of her foot when she stops, back facing you like the conversation isn't between a friend, and you force yourself to look away at the scenery around you. You don't get to do it for long though before you hear her saying goodbye and she's coming toward you again, head cocked to the side and lip pinched up, too and you know what she's going to say before she says it.
"I've gotta go… I forgot I had a doctor's appointment," she pouts, and you know that means the end of your time together but that's cool. It was getting kind of awkward talking about other people you're bringing as dates, even though there's no reason to be.
"Sure… Everything okay?"
She bobs her head, but something flashes behind her eyes that you don't like. "Yeah, my body just isn't adjusting too well to my new diet of actually eating things I want to," she chuckles, and it settles you because she softens.
"Okay, good," you breathe out, offering her a wide smile. "See you tomorrow?"
She grins and nods, her entire demeanour changing from sad to happy as there's a set time for you two to see each other again, and you ignore the way your chest flutters as she draws you into a hug, your arms winding around her neck as hers go around your waist. It goes on for a little longer than appropriate, but you don't care as this is a new friendship and you've always been touchy with her, so you're just falling into old habits.
There are some old habits that need to not become too familiar, though. You've gotta remember that.
"Definitely," Brittany whispers in your ear as she pulls back and presses her lips to your cheek, hovering for a second too long before twirling and walking away.
/
After Brittany left you in the park, you walked around for a bit, got an iced coffee, and headed on home.
You didn't have anything else to do and everything was going to bore you, seeing as you spent the morning in the most wonderful way and with the best person and so you just went home and checked up on some emails from work. One email turned into ten, then your phone began lighting up as apparently replying meant you were available, so you dealt with a few issues, spoke to a few news outlets as they pestered you for any information on Rachel and switched off all electronic devices when the sun set.
You grab a bottle of wine and a glass from the cabinet in your kitchen before heading into the front room, flicking on 27 Dresses as you're kind of a girl when it comes to films, and you do love a rom-com – not that'd you'd ever tell anyone that – and settle down for the evening. You've got Kurt's wedding tomorrow, and you could still shoot Cassie a text and ask if she wants to come over for Netflix and chill, but you're thinking that maybe you can have some overnight company with her tomorrow instead.
It'll probably go that way. It did last time, and you feel weird, but you'll get over it.
(Hopefully.)
/
There's a knock at your door about ten minutes into the film, and you frown as you stare at the wood of it, sliding your wine glass down and reaching for the remote to hit pause. The television freezes and leaves you in silence, and you wait a couple of seconds to make sure it's not like, a delivery guy at the wrong door or those asshole kids down the hallway with rich parents who have endless gaming consoles and technology to occupy themselves with, yet they still find knocking on your door and running away a good idea.
You fucking hate those kids.
Anyway, after a few seconds there's another knock and you figure they can't be dumb enough to do it repeatedly as the chances of you ripping open the door and terrifying their young souls by releasing Snixx, you get up and head over. You swing the door open, fully ready to unleash hell (if it's required) but then you find someone you definitely weren't expecting on the other side, blue eyes wide and a soft smile on the person's face.
"Britt?" You ask, shock evident in your tone and expression as you peer down the hallway, left and right, before looking back to her. "Uh, hey."
She doesn't answer you immediately, instead following your line of sight and frowning for a second, as she doesn't know you were looking around for those damn kids (just in case), before she's grinning right back at you once more. "Hey. Can I come in?"
You step aside, mostly because you're still entirely thrown off that she's just shown up at your door, and sweep your hand out to gesture for her to walk in. She breezes by, smelling like perfume and sweetness and you duck your chin to your chest as you shut the door, watching her look entirely too comfortable in your place considering she's been here once, and takes a long gaze around the apartment before returning to your eyes.
She's still wearing what she was earlier, leggings and a shirt, but she somehow looks better than a few hours ago, but you shouldn't be checking her out, especially as it's just you two, in your apartment… Alone.
"You really do have a nice place," she comments, and it runs a tight parallel to the last time she said that, which makes you gulp loudly, heat flushing to your face.
You shake yourself out of it though, moving past her to take your seat back on the couch and she follows, but sitting at the other end. "You have seen it already, you know," you reply and immediately regret it when you think about the memories associated with your reply.
But Brittany doesn't pick up on you freezing and stares at the name of the film on television, then to the wine glass on the coffee table, sat next to the remote and she smiles. "Mind if I have a glass?"
"Crap, sorry… Yeah, sure," you blurt out, cursing yourself for forgetting about manners and you quickly climb up, heading to the kitchen to get another glass out the cabinet. When you come back, Brittany's already sipping on your one, but you just laugh and pour yourself another, settling back down into the couch. "So, uh… What's up?"
Blue eyes snap to you. "Nothing," she replies, and it's so genuine that it kind of confuses you more. "Went to my doctor's appointment and remembered you said you didn't have any plans," she leans forward to grab the remote and holds it towards the TV. "What we watching?"
It's a normal thing for a friend to, although she could've text you as plans change and you could've had company, but you can't help but feel a tug in your stomach when you look at her. She's just smiling at you, not even seeming like she's checking if that was okay as you did let her in, and instead waiting for an answer to her question, but is this normal? You two have sex randomly, or have done twice, and you don't really get it as you're stuck in a grey area, but you guess that it's an adult friendship that only feels weird as you have history.
And you don't have other plans, nor do you have company, so you guess it's not that bad. It's only watching a movie and having a glass of wine, and maybe Brittany just wanted some company.
"27 Dresses," you choose to reply, holding her eye and she grins once, quickly, before hitting the play button and settling back down into the sofa, wine glass grasped between her hands.
/
The longer you spend together, the more comfortable you feel around her, like you two can be friends if it's like this.
It's not like you felt uncomfortable before, but you were just sort of shifty and nervous as it's strange spending time with someone you were once in love with, no longer are, had sex recently, but are managing to sit here just chatting away and sharing a bowl of popcorn between you as Katherine Heigl begins trying on all the bridesmaids dresses in her closet. It's far too easy, and you did linger over that for a bit, but when Brittany told you that apparently Katherine is a total bitch and that's why she's not in movies anymore, you just laugh and it's like you've gone back in time.
Just without being in a relationship with each other. The sex part is apparently still a thing.
Anyway, about halfway through the film, you feel her eyes on you for like, the third time. It wouldn't be weird as you keep laughing at the horrific selection of dresses on screen, but because she's done three looks in the space of a minute, it's striking you that it's not entirely usual.
So when she does it a fourth time, you decide you're going to catch her and slide your eyes to the right, cocking a brow at her the second you meet blue ones, but she doesn't seem embarrassed. She seems like she was kind of expecting you to catch her, judging by the small grin tugging at the corner of her mouth and it only takes a few more seconds before you're exhaling a laugh through your nose, your chest rising and falling rapidly – mostly out of panic – and you press her on it.
"What?"
She doesn't answer with words, instead the smile drops from her face as she squints at you, and you suddenly feel incredibly naked. Even the times you've actually been with her, you don't think you've felt so bare before and your head jerks back, frown appearing as you stare back at her, waiting for a reply. You have asked the question, but she's not even looking like she's searching for one and when she moves, you stop breathing.
Carefully, she slides her wine glass (that's still mostly full) back on the coffee table, alongside the half full bowl of popcorn, getting to her knees and crawling towards you and shock sets in again, features dropping, jaw slacking, eyes widening as you watch her. The light blue eyes you were just staring into are now narrowed and darker, and you would move, but you're far too distracted registering the way she's looking at you right now as you've seen it before. Twice, to be exact and pretty fucking recently.
Fuck.
"Nothing," Brittany finally replies, much like she did over an hour ago when she knocked on your apartment door, but that's a lie.
If she was doing nothing, then she wouldn't be throwing a leg over to the other side of you, flicking her hair over her shoulder before she leans down, palms pressed into the sofa cushions behind your head. If she was doing nothing, then she wouldn't be lowering herself down, a dark curtain of her hair falling either side of you and getting closer until you can feel her breath on your face. If she were doing nothing, your heart wouldn't be falling off rhythm, your hands wouldn't be shooting to her hips, squeezing gently as your body is taking over without your mind telling it to, and you wouldn't be counting the amount of freckles dusting her cheeks.
Because she is doing something, and the only thing that pops into your head is how she said she was seeing someone, and that she should probably be doing her version of 'nothing' and your version of 'something', with him, instead. You've never wanted to be the other person or the mistress between two people, as you have no issue finding people who are actually single, and just because you don't do dating, doesn't mean she shouldn't – regardless of what she told you. If she wants to, then she should, and you can find another warm body to replace hers.
Even if you haven't done that in like, over a month now. But you're really trying not to think about that.
You just feel like you need to voice it, because this side of 12 hours ago, she was telling you about him and sure, it was just one date, but it must have been significant enough to mention for a reason and that's what's confusing you.
So, you've just got to say it.
"Britt, wait–" You splutter out, Brittany reeling back an inch until you can see her entire face again but she's still way too close to think of anything other than how much you want to kiss her. You gulp, sit up a little with the help of your grip on her hips but it makes your hips jerk into hers and shit. You're getting hard already. That's so not productive when you're trying to string some coherent thoughts together and the way her nails dig into your shoulders in reaction isn't helping either. "You said you were seeing someone."
Brittany blinks but doesn't visibly react otherwise and your eyes flit around the room with confusion. "Yeah… What's your point?"
Your point is that she's sat on top of you, has that damn look in her eye that only happens when you're about to get down and dirty, and she brought up this guy earlier so she should probably take him into consideration. You don't need to do that with Cassie as you've met her once, and she's just a tag-along to the Hummel-Anderson wedding tomorrow, but obviously this guy Brittany's seeing is more than that.
Like you said, enough to bring up in conversation with you. Someone she's sleeping with… Or has slept with. You're not sure if it's going to happen again if she just like, hops off you, remembering the guy and walks out your apartment. That would put a spanner in the friendly works, but you can recover from it. She came and sat on you, after all.
"Should we really be…" You trail off, eyes trailing down between your bodies, and she chuckles lowly, urging your face back up with a tilt of her finger. "I mean… You mentioned him so–"
"I'm seeing him, not dating him and it was one date," she iterates, and fingers slide into the hairs at the back of your neck, tightening so she can manipulate your head to tilt back and look up at her. She lowers again, this time with zero resistance from you – she's pulling your freaking hair and that's only turning you on more – and now she's almost kissing you, her lips hovering over yours but instead of moving, she's speaking into your mouth through the next breath she takes. "So I think you should get me naked," she purrs, and it shoots straight to your groin.
And you could say no. You could go with your gut instinct that tells you this is probably not the best move to make, but then she's pressing your lips together, stealing the opportunity and stroking her tongue into your mouth and pushing your head further into the back of the sofa and every ounce of sense you have just slips away before you do as you're told.
/
You kiss more this time than you did the previous two times.
You don't know why, as you don't even make it off the couch before you're buried deeply inside of her and you only become aware of that fact when her head snaps back against the pillows, nails scratching down your back and the kiss that started over five minutes ago is finally broken. Somehow both of you managed to get undressed without breaking it before, another thing you find bizarre but then blue eyes are bursting open again and she's kissing you again and hell, who fucking cares if it stops momentarily as it just keeps on happening.
It's strange, because you've always felt like kissing wasn't a necessity as getting off is easily done without, but with Brittany it just seems so natural. It's probably because that's how you started off, back when you were teenagers, spending hours making out before you knew it was like to move inside of her and feel her tighten around you, but you can't deny you think it might be the best thing about the sex with you two.
Although it's up against some pretty hard contenders, as Brittany's super fucking flexible too, proved when you grab both her legs and push her knees up to her shoulders, holding yourself up as you begin slamming hard into her, but it drives her wild. Her reaction is the other opposition, as you swear you've never seen anything quite like it, like she's in paradise and you're the sun beaming down on her.
But whatever it is, all you know is that you've never reacted to someone like you do with her, and that's why she's the best you've ever had and so you take the time to enjoy kissing her, stroking your tongue into her mouth, and making her shudder which intensifies the grip around your cock. You let yourself enjoy everything about her as you don't really know why you two keep doing this, as at some point there'll have to be a discussion as to why you are repeatedly and what other benefits come with this type of friendship, but for now it's all good.
You've got the big gay wedding tomorrow, you can feel Brittany's about to come undone around you because you're hitting that spot over and over at this angle, and everything in the world is exactly right.
So you break the kiss and pull back, watching the ecstasy flash behind blue eyes but she just scrunches her face up, half with pleasure and half with distain and your awed smile turns swiftly into a grin as she scrambles for your face and brings your mouths back together.
You don't know why you keep kissing her, even after falling on to the floor, but fuck it… You don't need to know.
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