A/N: Thanks for reading!
Santana and Britt are both just being silly about some things at the moment. Santana is so oblivious about romance that she can't see what's right in front of her sometimes, so they do have a little argument (if you can call it that... Brittana never really argue - imo they're not the kind of couple who would ever argue much) but I think you guys might like where this chapter ends up.
"Are you two going to bed?" Whitney's eyebrows were raised. She frowned in confusion when she saw Britt walk into her bedroom quietly without even a glance at Santana who was hovering in the hallway, avoiding everyone's eyes and being meek. "You guys are awfully quiet tonight."
Brittany had the bedroom door closed and they could hear the sound of her opening her cupboard doors as she was changing for bed. Whitney turned to Santana.
"Huh? This isn't typical. What happened between you two? You're usually inseparable. Did you have a little tiff?"
As usual, it was like if Whitney could see right through her.
Santana knew exactly what the older blonde meant. Usually Brittany and Santana would be well… practically all over each other, giggling and leaning close to each other ever since Santana had moved in. The tension and distance between them was unusual.
She didn't exactly know how to tell Whitney what happened. She didn't even know where to start. Everything from the strained sound of Brittany's voice when she told her she had a panic attack when she left for college to the devastating breakup and then now this whole new situation of Brittany seeing her with another girl made her head spin.
"I messed up," Santana admitted in a small voice. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Pierce. I hurt her."
Whitney watched her in silence, a concerned frown on her face. She spoke up in a low whisper.
"I know you and Brittany better than anyone. This kind of thing happens sometimes with people who really care about each other. I know you're still in love with her, aren't you?"
Just like that, Santana's heart raced as she became completely flustered. She was sure her face must have been flushed as her eyes darted toward Brittany's bedroom door.
"Mrs. Pierce… I-"
"It's okay. We can keep it just between us. Just show her how much you care about her. That's what she needs."
Santana nodded in silence and Whitney winked at her as she walked away, giving her a thumbs up that brought a smile to the dark-haired girl's face.
The Latina kept thinking about Whitney's advice as she finally walked into Brittany's bedroom half an hour later. Santana noticed, swallowing hard that the sheets had been removed from the inflatable mattress.
Brittany, who had been curled up on the bed in adorable pajamas, glanced up at her and rubbed at her eyes groggily. Santana winced when she noticed Brittany's cheeks were tear-stained and her eyes were red-rimmed. Her voice was flatter than normal, lacking its usual brightness as she finally spoke up.
"Oh sorry, I forgot Mom took your sheets down to wash them earlier and they're in the machine. We could just share the bed. It's so late."
Santana swallowed hard, nervous about how she was going to handle it but she eventually agreed, getting under the sheets.
She knew Brittany was just being practical. It was the first time she was sharing a bed with Brittany again since the breakup and it felt like a million electric sparks were going off whenever their skin brushed together. Brittany turned off the lamp beside her bed and Santana could hear her own uneven breaths as she tried to relax.
Brittany shifted beside her and Santana heard the slightest sniffle that she knew the blonde was trying to hide from her. She knew something was deeply wrong when Brittany wasn't cuddling closer.
"Britt, come here."
In spite of herself, Santana couldn't bear the thought of Brittany being hurt. She put an arm around her waist, hearing a small gasp from the girl. Brittany eventually turned around, resting her head against Santana's chest and allowing her to hold her.
She stroked her back and felt Brittany shiver against her frame. They eventually fell asleep in that position but when Santana woke up the next morning, Brittany was already gone, having left for school and she didn't know why she felt such an ache as she looked over at the empty space beside her.
"Hey, I brought you something," Santana announced cheerfully the following week, one day when she came home from work at her new job. She took out a vanilla cake covered in pink icing from one of the bags, along with several small tubs of ice cream, knowing it was always difficult for Brittany to decide what flavour she wanted, especially now that she was pregnant. Nothing cheered the girl up more when she was hormonal than sugary snacks or chocolate and she seemed to crave them even more than ever. "Your favourites: Rainbow Unicorn, Cookies n' Cream, and cake batter."
Much to her distaste, Santana had just started a new job at Sheets 'n' Things - the only job she could find in the small town so far - and it was already going disastrously but she wanted to at least do something to get more work experience.
Even though her parents were rich, Santana wanted to feel like she could provide for Britt and their baby on her own too. Besides, it was better than just lounging around, doing nothing all day with just her depressed thoughts about the past to dwell on. Retail was definitely not her thing and she had already been having arguments with customers.
She had just had another frustrating shift at the store but she didn't want to bring down Brittany's mood by complaining about how annoying the customers at that place were or that Terri had already chewed her out for throwing a blanket at some woman's head. She was so going to quit this job if she had to go through another day of that.
Brittany looked up at her in surprise from where she was curled up on the couch. She had been there moping for most of the afternoon and finding it difficult to concentrate, though she was pretending to do her math homework.
Brittany had been avoiding her after the whole talk about Santana and that other girl she dated and they both knew it. Secretly, Brittany still felt this horrible cold feeling inside of her when she thought about Santana being with other women like that. She knew there were probably others, just like that blue-eyed girl.
Brittany couldn't blame Santana for wanting the comfort of other women but she couldn't deny that it made every part of her feel ice cold and numb to think that she had been replaced.
Even though she wasn't taking out any negative feelings she might have had on Santana, she wasn't being as chatty or cuddly as she usually was because she felt too upset. Santana hated it. All she wanted was for Brittany to go back to the way she was. She wanted to get Brittany to talk to her about what was really wrong.
The girl was normally so confident. Santana had never quite seen this insecure side of her and it broke her heart to think this was how Brittany had ended up after all of the setbacks of the year.
Whitney and Pierce were both out, the blonde woman at her real estate job and Pierce doing whatever it was Pierce Pierce did in his free time, which was a mystery to them all. Pierce was mostly a stay at home dad but he gave all of his girls plenty of space even when he was at the house, which both Brittany and Santana appreciated. Brittany's little sister was spending the day at her friend's house. So that meant they were alone.
Brittany smiled widely, some light returning to those baby blue eyes when she heard Santana's voice. The blonde was clearly not expecting this at all and Santana winced, thinking about how it had been so long since Brittany had anyone other than her parents do anything nice for her like this. It had been such a long time since Santana had been her girlfriend and would spoil her like this.
"Aw, San," Brittany was delighted and she shrieked happily in spite of the mood she had been in. "You didn't have to."
She knew Santana was trying to butter her up and make her feel better after what had happened. It was her way of apologizing, even if she hadn't technically done anything wrong.
"I know but I really wanted to," Santana smirked, noticing there was a genuinely happy expression on the blonde's face for the first time all day. "Aw, finally made you smile."
She was beyond relieved that the blonde was talking to her and smiling with her again.
"You're cute." Brittany chirped, trailing the tips of her fingers over Santana's shoulder. She wasn't sure if Brittany was flirting with her but it sure felt that way.
Santana inhaled sharply, frozen in place and breathless when she walked in on Brittany in her room lifting her tank top up to examine her stomach in her full length mirror. The blonde cupped her lower stomach with both hands, looking down at herself and turning to her side, to see how she looked. A very tiny baby bump was finally starting to show and Brittany looked elated about that.
Santana wanted so badly to go up and touch her.
"Do you want to feel it too?" Brittany was gazing at her in amusement when she finally looked up. Santana flinched, not expecting to be caught and feeling embarrassed.
"I could feel you staring and you looked like you really wanted to touch it too. It's your baby too. You can if you want to." Brittany shrugged.
Santana had to resist the urge to groan when she finally came up behind her. Brittany's skin was just so soft and smooth. She felt a pure warmth that she had never felt before fill her chest and spread over her from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes at the thought of them creating this life together, making her feel almost light-headed.
Brittany's eyes slipped closed and she placed her own hands on top of Santana's, melting at the feeling of her always warm skin against hers. She felt like she was practically buzzing with arousal whenever Santana so much as touched her or looked at her with those deep, dark eyes, or she inhaled that earthy, musky scent of hers she knew so well. She shivered against Santana's frame, loving how she felt like she was surrounded by her.
Santana realized awkwardly that she hadn't taken her hands away from their position on the girl's hips for the last five minutes. She pressed a kiss to the nape of the girl's neck before she could help it and heard Brittany sigh softly when she did this.
Brittany leaned in to the heated, plump lips against her skin and it was all she could do to stop herself from turning around and kissing the breath out of the girl. She looked around at her questioningly.
"Santana?"
"I should go. Sorry, that was inappropriate."
Santana didn't stop to see the girl's expression, walking away quickly before Brittany could respond as her nerves took over.
"Want to share this with me?"
The dark-haired girl couldn't help but give in to her suggestion when she found a calmer Brittany on the couch later with one of her ice cream tubs and Lord Tubbington curled up beside her.
Eating cookies n' cream ice cream from the same spoon as Brittany while the blonde leaned against her shoulder on the couch felt about as couple-ish as they could be. Santana felt a little flustered, those familiar butterflies returning to her stomach again and the heat seemed to intensify whenever her hand brushed against Brittany's.
"How are you feeling?"
Santana knew Brittany hadn't been sleeping that well. The darker-haired girl had continued to share Brittany's bed with her as neither of them argued against the arrangement, even if it made Santana ache with desire for her at times. She'd felt the blonde tossing and turning for the last few nights, getting out of bed several times then she'd also seen her continuing to panic about trying to get her homework done.
"Just a little tired. I think the baby's keeping me awake. He's nocturnal like you, San. Actually maybe you both are more crepuscular, like Lord Tubbington. Also, I just feel like my mind's being pulled in so many different directions and I keep having all this stress. It's like I have all this tension that needs to be released."
"I wish I could help you, Britt."
Santana shifted nervously, thinking about what she had read in her latest research she'd done in search of tips for making Brittany feel better about how having sex was a great way to help a pregnant woman relieve stress. The thought of Brittany and sex in the same sentence made all of her blood rush south so fast and she needed to try to keep her mind off of that.
As if reading her mind, the blonde spoke up.
"I heard sex is really good for that." The blonde's face turned pink up to her ears as she realized what she had just blurted out so loudly without thinking.
Santana shifted again in her seat, crossing her legs and Brittany suddenly felt like the room was a lot hotter than it had been before. She was having all of these thoughts of exactly what Santana could do to help her out with her problem and had to squeeze her thighs together discreetly.
"Britt!"
Santana snorted and laughed awkwardly to cover up the flustered state she was in, raking her fingers through her dark hair as they both pointedly avoided each other's eyes. Brittany just smirked.
It felt like the mood had shifted between them somehow, feeling more intimate, more similar to how things had been before as they subconsciously slipped into the same routine. They had always had this heated chemistry between them that they couldn't deny.
She couldn't stop looking at Brittany's face, studying the delicate arch of her lips, the little line on the center of her lower lip, the sparkle of her eyes and then her heated gaze lowered to her body, noticing her slightly fuller breasts and hips that she had felt in her hands before.
The last thing she was expecting ten minutes later into the episode was to feel Brittany's lips against her cheek, ever so close to her lips and lingering for a second too long to be just friendly. It felt way too intimate. Brittany pulled away after giving her that little kiss and Santana looked at her in alarm.
Come to think of it, Brittany had been touching her and giving her these coy little smiles the entire time.
"What are you doing?" Santana could barely get the words out, forgetting how to breathe for a moment as her eyes darted to Brittany's lips.
"Sorry. You had a little chocolate, just there by your mouth."
Santana couldn't take it anymore as something she had been trying so hard to push down snapped inside of her. She leaned in, close enough to cover her lips with hers but caught herself when she was just an inch away and heat rushed to her face as she realized what she was doing.
Then she pulled back, ashamed of herself. She was dying to actually kiss Brittany properly but then she remembered how forbidden this was. She shook her head, trying to compose herself as she trembled, glancing in the other direction.
"Whoa, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." Santana frowned. She was scared of how close she and Brittany were becoming again.
"Shouldn't have what?" Brittany was breathless and Santana didn't understand the way she was looking at her, blue eyes blazing with an intense emotion. The blonde seemed so confused. Santana got up from the couch, creating distance between them as she tried to force her hormones to calm down. Some episode of One Tree Hill continued to play in the background. "Where are you going? We just sat down here to watch our show together."
"Sorry but I need to go. I shouldn't be - I mean, I shouldn't - I can't be this close to you and it's too much."
"Why? I don't understand. Why are you all angry and upset?"
"I'm not angry. I- I just can't do this anymore." Santana took a deep breath, huffing in frustration when she saw the way Brittany was watching her with a confused frown and her head cocked to the side. It took everything in her not to push Brittany back on that couch and claim her lips with hers.
Santana felt like such an idiot. She didn't understand what more Brittany wanted from her. The more nervous and flustered she got the louder her voice became. She was confused about why the blonde would be toying with her and flirting with her as if it was no big deal. Maybe for Brittany it meant nothing but Santana was burning up with her need for her. The words came out before she could stop them.
"What happened to boundaries? Can't you see I'm trying my best here for you? Then you go and- and k-kiss me and make it ten times harder!"
It was really the worst way for her to explain herself and Brittany looked so hurt, any hint of her previous cheerful attitude gone now as she broke down. Tears began sliding down her reddened cheeks now at Santana's outburst as she wiped them away, openly crying in front of her.
Santana immediately felt terrible, her face falling. She knew Brittany's intense emotions were making her feel everything ten times worse, especially after the Elaine incident.
Brittany's voice was strained and sad but so small, the hurt she felt oozing from her next words when she spoke up again finally, after a long, tense moment between them.
She held up her hand, stopping Santana before she could speak again. Santana tried to move closer, to put her arms around her, instinctually wanting to comfort her and Brittany pushed her hand up against her chest slightly, pushing her back before she could touch her. Santana wanted to plead with her to stop crying but the words weren't coming out.
"No, you know what? I'll just go."
"What? Why?"
"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You know, I never wanted you to feel forced to stay here just because you feel guilty that I'm pregnant. I thought since you always treated me like I'm special since we've been back living together and cared for me like that - like a lover - that it meant something. I'm just confused because you hold me in your arms and you kissed the back of my neck first but then now you're backing right off. Maybe you like those other girls you had more. Maybe you're not… attracted to me anymore, especially when I'm all pregnant and bloated and crazy, making your head spin all the time like I am now." Brittany sobbed.
Santana's jaw dropped and her heart began to pound hard against her chest. Brittany had misunderstood her and Santana knew she had made an ass of herself.
"Make me uncomfortable? What? No. That's not - hey, you know that's not what I meant!" Santana didn't want to raise her voice around the blonde or argue with her but she couldn't believe Brittany would ever think Santana didn't want her that way. It was the complete opposite and that was the whole problem. She pulled at the blonde's shirt sleeve when she got up, indicating that she was going to leave, her voice softening. "Don't go, just let me explain. Please."
Brittany stood still and turned back to face her when she heard that, looking at her in interest and spoke up in a calmer, softer voice that was so much quieter.
"Then what did you mean when you said all that before?"
Brittany kept watching her expectantly with something like yearning in her soft blue eyes and that same unreadable emotion that made the dark-haired girl feel so flustered. Santana only became more anxious, not knowing what the blonde was expecting from her.
All she knew was that the blonde was probably expecting her to know all the right things to say.
Santana opened and closed her mouth a few times, unsure how to tell her exactly what she meant without making things awkward between them.
How was she going to tell Brittany that it was difficult for her to maintain her composure and not ravish her when she was trying to be respectful? Brittany eventually looked away sadly when Santana said nothing after a minute passed, avoiding the blonde's gaze.
"It's okay. I get it. Never mind." The taller girl eventually mumbled sorrowfully, in a small voice, wiping a lone tear from her cheek. Santana shook her head, frozen in place. She felt so guilty but she was bewildered.
"I just don't want us to make another mistake. What do you want me to say?"
"You don't have to say anything," Brittany gave her one last sad glance over her shoulder, a steely edge to her voice as Santana sputtered. "Santana, did you ever consider that the soulmate spell worked and what that might mean about the two of us?"
Santana just blinked at her, dumbfounded as she hadn't expected her to say something like that at all.
"I don't understand what you mean." Santana eventually choked out. She did kind of, have an inkling about what Brittany was getting at but she was too scared to let herself acknowledge it fully.
Brittany huffed slightly in frustration, shaking her head and she stormed off, without giving her a chance to respond as she continued to sob. The look on the blonde's face had been so heartbreaking. The only time Santana had ever seen Brittany react in anger like this was that time when the blonde had asked her to wear the "Lebanese" shirt while Santana had sulkily retorted, implying that Brittany didn't love her the same way she did.
Santana was still reeling from the argument they'd had and her heated emotions, standing in the same spot for ages as her blood felt like it had run cold. She hated herself for reducing Brittany to tears. All she could think about was Brittany's last words.
The soulmate spell worked…
Meanwhile, Brittany felt like a complete fool. She had flirted with Santana, thinking deep down there was a chance that her ex lover might still want her after everything they had been through together but Santana had just made it abundantly clear that she wasn't planning on anything more between them happening.
As usual, Santana was just going to run away from a relationship with her and Brittany wasn't sure why she expected anything different.
Santana paced the floor in the Pierce living room, tense and restless. She gave Brittany a few hours for them both to cool off, trying to think of the best way to explain herself to her but nothing was coming to mind. She couldn't rest until she knew Brittany was happy again so she was at least going to try to apologize to the girl but she didn't know what the right words were for a situation like this.
There was this constant unresolved tension between them that seemed more intense than ever and maybe that was why they were having this sort of argument, even though it was so unlike them to fight about anything. First there had been the Elaine thing and now this.
"Hey, Britt? Brittany? I'm so sorry. Can I please just talk to you?"
The darker-haired girl raised an eyebrow, surprised when the blonde didn't respond to her calling her name a few times. Brittany wasn't in the kitchen or living room either or anywhere else in the empty house.
She went to look for her upstairs, not seeing her in her bedroom either and barged into the adjoining bathroom impulsively, without really thinking about what she was doing. Santana was awestruck by what she saw, inhaling sharply.
Brittany was standing there fully nude by the shower, looking like the ethereal goddess of Santana's dreams. She gasped, her cheeks flushed when she realized Santana was right there in front of her, clearly taken aback and the darker girl began to ramble.
"Whoa, fuck, sorry - I didn't expect anyone to be in here- I'm such an idiot, I mean sorry for walking in on-"
Santana froze, unable to say anything else as her gaze inevitably fell to the blonde's body. She tried to force herself to look away but she felt breathless, that fire in her veins intensifying and lust taking over. She was seeing her like this again for the first time since they broke up and it took everything in her to hold herself together.
"Santana, I…"
Just like that, their lust consumed them. Startled, striking blue met the heated darkness of Santana's eyes. Nothing else needed to be said between them as Brittany moved closer to her, pressing the curves of her body up against hers. Santana surged forward, kissing her deeply.
"Santana, I just…" She began to whimper with widened blue doe eyes, looking like she was about to tear up again in her embarrassed state when they eventually separated to catch their breath.
The Latina could see the shy, somewhat ashamed look on Brittany's face as she attempted to hide her body, covering her breasts with her arm and cupping her hand over the place between her legs. It was obvious that the blonde was a little insecure about the way she looked now that her body was slightly different. Santana didn't understand why she would feel that way, when she was just as gorgeous as ever, if not even more so.
Santana was having some realizations of her own and she knew it was now or never. She had to just tell her the truth.
"Shh. Come here," Santana inched closer, invading Brittany's space and wrapping her arms around her waist. She pulled Brittany's arm away from her breasts and moved the girl's hand away from her groin, so everything was now on display and Brittany let her, shuddering when Santana lowered her gaze and took in everything. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Not attracted to you? Brittany, you have no idea how much I have wanted you like this. That's why I was scared to get too close because it's impossible to resist you."
"Really?" She spoke breathlessly when she finally responded, her chest rising and falling. "When?"
"It never stopped. I kept trying to run from it, after that day in the choir room and tell myself I could get over it but you were still the only thing I could think about. I was so scared that living with you like this would be too much of a temptation. I've just been trying to protect you, to not hurt your feelings again or break your heart by starting something I thought we couldn't finish."
"You wanted me this entire time?"
Santana nodded with a sexy smirk, chuckling at the sweet, bashful expression Brittany had and began kissing her deeply again, in a way that would leave no doubt in the blonde's mind about whether she was still into her.
She grabbed Brittany's wrist, gently guiding her hand into her now unbuttoned and unzipped jeans with no protests from the blonde and the taller girl gasped when they both felt just how hot and slick Santana was under her panties, her little nub almost painfully swollen. The tip of Brittany's thumb slipped over her clit, causing a sharp intake of breath from the other girl.
"That's how much, Britt." She groaned into the taller woman's elegant neck, squeezing her eyes shut as Brittany took that opportunity to gently rub the pad of her thumb over her clit experimentally. If Santana was any wetter, she knew her panties would have dissolved into nothing. The pressure felt too good. She knew that if Brittany continued to touch her like that, she'd be distracted from what she really wanted to do with her so she grabbed the blonde's hand to stop her, crashing her lips against hers again and tilting her head to lock in the kiss.
"But what about that other girl?" Brittany asked quietly, her insecurity clear in her voice when they finally pulled apart.
"Hey, look at me. She could never compare to you. The entire time, I was just trying to find another you. No one could ever replace you. I get it now, what you meant earlier. We're soulmates."
"Oh, Santana."
Santana captured her mouth with hers again, their lips sliding together heatedly as Brittany wrapped her arms around her shoulders, squealing softly and giving in. Everything after that was a rush of mouths and limbs tangling together.
"Please. Bed," Brittany whined into her lips, reduced to incoherent, desperate mumbling and one word sentences as Santana continued to press hot kisses along her neck and jaw, whimpering as she tugged at Santana's clothes impatiently. "Off. Need you."
Santana chucked, complying and getting her tight jeans off with some effort, followed by everything else. They both sighed in relief when Brittany tugged her into the bed, falling onto her back with Santana on top of her and their bare bodies were finally pressed together.
Brittany groaned loudly as soon as she felt Santana's fingers carefully tracing up and down along the wet inner seam of her, parting and spreading her lips, and then circling the tiny, swollen nub. She continued to run the tips of her fingers up and down, alternating between rubbing tiny circles around Brittany's clit before sliding down to dip just slightly into her entrance teasingly as she cupped Brittany's cheek and brought their lips together in a sensual kiss. Brittany began to squirm, reduced to desperate whining and whimpering as she spread her legs wider and arched her back, pushing her core up toward Santana.
"Inside me." Brittany pleaded with urgency when their lips separated, feeling like she would go insane if she had to wait a second longer. Santana gave a sexy chuckle before complying and Brittany sighed, shivering in pleasure when two fingers easily slipped inside of her. The darker-haired girl pressed her mouth against the blonde's shoulder, kissing her there. Brittany kept shifting and pushing down into her thrusts now. She brought Brittany almost to orgasm twice with her fingers inside of her, chuckling when she whined against her mouth before getting up to get a particular item she wanted to pleasure the blonde with.
Santana parted her thighs with her body, laying against Brittany's body fully. She lowered her hips, keeping her hand resting on Brittany's thigh to hold her leg open as she slowly pushed the blunt length of the strap on inside of her. She kept watching Brittany's expressions closely as each inch of it pushed into her, noticing every small flutter of her eyes and the way her lips parted as she felt the stretch.
"Okay?" Santana asked softly, stroking her inner thigh comfortingly and trying to be as gentle as possible. After all, it had been a long time since Brittany had done this. Brittany nodded, only able to whimper when it was fully sheathed inside of her. When Brittany began to squirm against her again and scratch her nails down her shoulder, Santana took that as her cue to move, pulling back and thrusting into her forcefully in one fluid movement, pulling a high-pitched moan from the blonde.
Brittany was so wet that it made this easy. Santana grinded her hips down into her, her hips beginning to move faster as she got onto her knees, while Brittany opened her legs wider to create space for her body. She held one of Brittany's thighs, hoisting it up and encouraging her to wrap it higher around her waist and Brittany complied, wrapping both legs up around her as Santana continued to press into her, fierce and relentless.
Brittany could only focus on the pleasure of being filled so perfectly, moaning when Santana twisted her hips sharply and the angle changed. Santana leaned down against her front, covering her body with hers without stopping the snapping movements of her hips and Brittany wrapped her arms around her strong neck, kissing plump, warm lips. She wasn't the only one experiencing the height of pleasure, as every time Santana pushed down into her, the toy would rub against her. Santana was struggling to hold back as she felt that pressure in the base of her stomach build so strongly.
"What do you need? Tell me what you need." Santana growled, nipping the delicate skin on her neck. She grinded down into her so forcefully that Brittany wailed again, clenching hard and almost orgasming. Santana was in awe as she felt Brittany gush against her.
"Just like that - harder - deeper - please."
They were so good at this and it felt so instinctual to get Brittany into the same bed she had her in so many times before just like this and completely worship every inch of the girl's body. God, how Santana had missed everything about this. Brittany's sweet smell and taste, the feel of soft, cool skin sliding against hers, brought an indescribable emotion to her.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop." The blonde cried out.
Now that she finally had Brittany again, she was going to take the time to show her how much she missed her. No one knew Brittany's body as well as Santana did and vice versa. No one else ever would.