Summary: A one-night stand goes a little crazy.
"Don't even start this with me again, Quinn!"
"Oh, please."
"You know I'm by far the biggest lesbian up in this joint."
"Don't kid yourself, Satan."
"You want a piece of me?"
"Bring it."
Santana swings her fist at Quinn, who lifts her arm to block it. Since neither really have any good fighting moves, they both just hold on like that for a while, pressing their underarms hard against each other. When Santana realizes she has another hand available, she grabs a fistful of Quinn's blonde hair.
"Stop the violence." An authoritative voice interrupts them.
They pause and look at the woman who spoke — a tall, blonde police officer. At the same time, they both see an opportunity, with the other being distracted, and soon, the fight is in full motion again.
"Hey, hey, hey!" the officer shouts and steps between them.
While Quinn calms down quickly and leaves to join her friends by the bar, Santana, who is still boiling with rage, attempts to attack her from behind.
"That's enough!" The policewoman grabs Santana's whole body and carries her a few feet away, pressing her up against the nearest wall. When Santana is no longer struggling, the strong cop lets go. "What was that all about?" she asks sternly.
"We were, um, sort of…arguing about which one of us is the bigger lesbo…" Santana replies, a little embarrassed by how silly it sounds out loud.
The police officer chuckles as she looks into Santana's deep brown eyes, and Santana immediately feels a tingle in her lady parts as she stares back into the blue ones before her. "Miss, are you drunk?"
Still lost in the blue oceans that are her eyes, Santana doesn't answer right away.
"Miss, have you been drinking?" she tries again.
"This is a bar, after all." Santana shrugs.
"Okay, Miss…?" She drags out the word, prompting Santana for her name.
"Lopez. Santana Lopez."
"Miss Lopez, I'm going to have to take you downtown."
"Seriously?!" Santana can't believe this shit. She tries to give the officer a pleading look, but she's pretty sure she just looks pissed off.
Suddenly, the other woman steps closer, leaving their lips dangerously close, and Santana gasps. "Uh-huh." The officer breathes against her face. "Unless you want me to go down…" The woman's blue eyes wander lower, pausing at Santana's lips, cleavage, then crotch in a very suggestive manner. "On you," she finishes in Santana's ear, causing her to tremble.
"My place is just around the corner," Santana challenges, feeling drunk and cocky as she raises an eyebrow.
"My shift's up in five." The officer accepts without taking her eyes off Santana's plump lips.
"Meet you out front?"
They both nod, then turn to walk in opposite directions.
Santana struggles to get her key in the keyhole. While she sobered up pretty quickly, the sexy cop pressing up against her, breathing on her neck with hands wandering up and down her body, is extremely distracting. She grunts in frustration.
"Open it already," the officer demands, taking a wet mouthful of Santana's neck.
"I'm tryi—" she starts to respond but interrupts herself when the key finally slides into the hole. Triumphant, she turns it and pushes the door open.
"Finally." The officer exhales, stepping inside and dragging Santana with her, and pushes her up against the wall and kisses her neck vigorously.
Somehow, Santana manages to reach her hand out and nudge the door shut. Then, she lets her own hands roam greedily over the other woman's body, but her uniform is in the way, and Santana can't feel anything other than the thick clothing.
"Hey, um…?" Santana realizes she doesn't know the other woman's name.
"Brittany," she answers while licking Santana's earlobe.
"Right, Brittany. Can I take these off?" Santana asks, reaching towards the blonde's shirt.
However, the officer stops both of Santana's hands before they even make it halfway through the air. "Ah-ah-ah!" she says and shakes her head. "Assaulting an officer is a serious offense."
Santana gives her a questioning look, but she just smirks back.
"Hands on the wall. Legs apart," Brittany commands.
The Latina is caught off-guard but more than happy to oblige. She loves roleplaying. This is roleplaying, right? Regardless, she turns around and presses her palms against the white wall.
"Wider," Brittany orders, then taps between Santana's legs until she is satisfied with how far apart they are. From behind and in silence, she lets her hands roam Santana's body, following the curves of her waist and hip, stroking over her firm stomach, running up and down her arms, placing sensual squeezes on her thighs and ass, scratching her nails up the caramel skin of Santana's back, and sliding over her shoulders to the front, massaging her breasts.
Santana moans and twitches as she finds it more and more difficult to keep her position. She wants to touch Brittany, or at least look at her. When Santana feels the hands leave her body, she groans in protest to let Brittany know she wants more. Soon, she feels Brittany's whole body pressed up against the back of hers.
"I missed a spot, didn't I?" Brittany whispers hoarsely in her ear, and Santana nods desperately. The blonde's wandering hands move up, forcing Santana's head to the side so she can place a lazy kiss on her lips, then move lower over her chest and stomach.
Santana's breathing picks up when she feels a hand undo the button on her jeans. With one swift tug, Brittany pulls them down to Santana's feet, and the brunette quickly steps out of them. After kicking them out of the way, Brittany lets her hands return to Santana's shaking body. She strokes long fingertips over her smooth ass, feeling the warm, bare skin under them. Then, her hand slides around to the front to toy with the hem of Santana's underwear for a while.
Finally, finally, Brittany slips her hand inside Santana's thong, feeling her smooth mound and moving lower to her soaked folds. Santana's sex is dripping over her fingers, and Brittany smirks against her neck. "Eager much?" she asks in a husky voice, lightly moving her fingers in circles over her clit.
"Hhrrmmf-uuh" is all Santana is able to respond as she presses her forehead against the wall and digs her short nails into the wallpaper. Brittany teasingly slips one finger inside Santana, careful to not go deeper than to her first knuckle. Santana's throbbing need is growing, and her hand shoots down to Brittany's, trying to force it further inside.
"Hands on the wall, Lopez," Brittany domineers. She waits until a groaning Santana has both palms back up against the wall.
Then, she continues to move inside the wet underwear. She gently strokes up and down for a while, teasing around Santana's entrance and flicking over her clit a few times. Everything she does with minimal pressure, causing Santana to clench her fists in frustration. She wants — no, needs — more.
When she feels Brittany pull out of her underwear and hears her suck on her fingers, releasing them with a popping sound, followed by a moan, Santana can't take it any longer. She spins around in one fast movement, her hands attacking Brittany's belt in an attempt to unbuckle it.
Brittany instantly stops her. "You leave me no other choice." She shakes her head, as if disappointed, before forcefully turning Santana around again and locking her hands behind her back. "Miss Lopez, you are under arrest."
Without letting go of her tight grip on Santana's hands, Brittany pushes the brunette forward and guides her to the bedroom.
"You have the right to remain silent," she says with authority, letting go of Santana's hands while twisting Santana's body around to face her, "…but I doubt you will," she finishes with a smirk.
Then, she pushes Santana down on the bed, and the Latina watches, wide-eyed, as Brittany removes all her clothing except her bra and panties and joins her on the bed. With Santana sitting on her ass and Brittany on her knees, the blonde remains in power as she tugs Santana's shirt over her head. She lets her fingertips run over the newly exposed tan skin and inside Santana's bra, feeling her nipples stiffen at being touched.
"So hot," Brittany groans and gives both breasts a squeeze. "I want that off," she continues, giving the bra a look before getting off the bed.
She rummages through her pile of discarded clothes, and after she finds what she's looking for, Brittany returns to the bed, pleased to find Santana with nothing covering her upper body.
She hovers over Santana, pressing the hot body under her down against the sheets with her own. Santana's eager hands explore every bit of skin she can reach as Brittany plunges her lips into Santana's and kisses her passionately. Then, she pulls her hand out from behind her back and grins as Santana sees what she's holding.
"Oh…I don't know." Santana hesitates, her eyes flickering between Brittany's eyes and the handcuffs in her hand.
Brittany leans down and kisses Santana again. "Trust me," she whispers against lips swollen from so much kissing. She reaches for one of Santana's hands and brings it up over her head.
Santana nods and willingly brings the second one up to join the first. With a reassuring smile, Brittany first locks one cuff around Santana's wrist, lets the chain wrap around a metal bar of the bed frame, then closes the second cuff slowly, giving Santana one last chance to protest.
When in place, Santana gives the handcuffs a light tug. It immediately becomes clear to both her and Brittany that she can no longer move her hands or arms. Brittany's lips curl up into a smirk, then move closer, playing around in the air just above hers. Santana reaches up to press her own lips against them, but Brittany moves away. The game continues until Santana throws her head back onto the pillow with a frustrated thud. Brittany grins triumphantly at the sight of her frustrated prisoner.
"This is gonna be fun," she husks. She moves lower on the bed, making sure to feel every part of the toned body on her way down. When she is almost by Santana's feet, she settles into position. With her knees pressing into the mattress and her hips in the air, she stretches her long, lithe body towards Santana, arching her back and making sure the round mounds of her butt cheeks are clearly visible behind her lowered head, which is hovering over Santana's sex.
She brings her hands up, hooking her fingers securely in Santana's thong and pulling them down as far as she can reach while still being able to kiss the flesh of Santana's smooth pussy. After licking and sucking on, around, and slightly inside Santana's gushingly wet pussy, Brittany sits herself up again. Santana groans at the loss of contact and opens her eyes to see why Brittany stopped.
She finds Brittany discarding her last articles of clothing, flinging her bra across the room and tossing her soaked panties so they land close to Santana's face. After fumbling Santana's underwear completely off as well, Brittany moves up Santana's body again. Her round, perky breasts and stiff nipples stroke and tickle Santana's stomach while her hand massages Santana's outer thigh.
When Brittany's breasts reach the same height as Santana's, she presses her body harder against the woman underneath her, rubbing her center against Santana's upper thigh and hip, leaving a wet, sticky mark.
"Fuck," Santana breathes at the sensation and sight of Brittany's juices on her skin.
Supporting herself with one hand digging into the mattress to Santana's left, Brittany positions herself closer to Santana's mound and tugs on the thigh she just marked. Santana takes the hint and wraps her legs around Brittany. With her hands still locked in place above her head, she's desperate for Brittany's touch.
She bucks her hips and moans loudly as her sex finds friction against Brittany's. In a slow rhythm, Brittany starts moving between Santana's legs. Their pussies grind together in a wet mess, the bumping of their clits causing both girls to shudder. However, each time Brittany feels Santana tense up too hard, she comes to a sudden stop, earning a more desperate groan from Santana each time.
"Please…please, just…more!" Santana begs.
"More? You want me to fuck you harder?" Brittany teases as she presses her pelvis back down.
"Uh-huh! Mmm — oh, yes!" Santana nods and furiously throws her head to the side.
"You want it faster?" Brittany asks as her own breathing starts to pick up.
"Yes, ugh, God yes!" Santana moans before biting down on the pillow.
Unable to tease for much longer, Brittany finally finds herself giving into the pleasure, picking up the pace and rubbing their sopping pussies together with more friction. Loud moans fill the room as both women get closer and closer to climaxing. Brittany thrusts her center down harder on the other woman with a circular roll of her hips, and Santana jerks up in response, throwing her head back and letting out a high-pitched whimper. Brittany can feel Santana's abs tighten against her own stomach.
"Fuck. Come for me, baby," Brittany pants into the crook of Santana's neck.
"Oh, fuck. Oh God!" Santana cries out, the cuffs rattling as she shakes and convulses. With one last thrust, Brittany throws herself over the edge too. She moans into Santana's ear, smelling her dark, silky hair and loving it. She continues slowly rocking her hips against Santana's to ride out their orgasms and let both of them catch their breaths.
"Fuck. So fucking amazing," Santana mumbles into the pillow.
When she finds the energy to lift her head, Brittany starts to place lazy kisses on Santana's collarbone and shoulder. She parts her lips and lets her tongue peek out to caress the skin as she moves her head lower towards Santana's breasts. Her hands travel up along Santana's waist and, while she kisses and sucks the valley between her tits, she takes them in her hands and squeezes firmly.
"Mmmm," she hums, then proceeds to wrap her lips around a hard nipple, flicking it with her tongue and sucking gently on it.
"What are you doing?" Santana murmurs, still exhausted from her earth-shattering orgasm.
"You didn't think we were finished, did you?" Brittany chuckles and glances up at big brown eyes. Santana doesn't answer but throws her head back as Brittany pinches one of her nipples while tending to the other with her mouth again. Once she kisses and sucks both nipples to the point when they're a little swollen, she massages both breasts gently for a second before drawing her hands lower, leaving red claw marks down Santana's stomach. She then traces the marks with her mouth, moving lower down Santana's heaving upper body.
"Oh fuck," Santana groans when pink lips reach her sex, and Brittany takes as much of it as she can into her mouth. The blonde parts her pussy lips with her tongue and teases around her entrance until Santana is arching up into her.
Finally taking pity on her, Brittany thrusts her tongue in and out, drinking down the dripping fluids and parting Santana's legs wider to taste more of her. "So fucking sexy," she whispers into Santana's pussy while also moving her hand to flick over her clit a few times before pressing her palm against it and kneading in a circular motion.
Santana tugs on the cuffs again in an attempt to move one hand into blonde locks of hair before realizing they are still locked in place. Brittany giggles at the sound, sending vibrations through Santana, causing the clenching heat in her lower abdomen to grow and her body to stiffen.
Feeling the reaction, Brittany thrusts her tongue deeper inside Santana and feels her walls tighten even further. She withdraws her tongue, only to quickly replace it with three fingers, before swirling her tongue around Santana's hard clit.
"BRITTANY!" Santana moans loudly as she comes, every muscle in her body seizing and clenching. "Oh fuuuh — mmmhh!" Santana tries to silence herself, clenching her jaw shut, but she's unable to keep her noises inside. She gasps for air, shivering and shuddering against Brittany, who is still licking at her pussy.
When Santana finally stops shaking and sags into the mattress with a satisfied moan, Brittany sits back on her knees and wipes the back of her hand over her mouth. Then, she leans forward and climbs higher onto all fours, stopping when her face is hovering over Santana's.
Santana jiggles her hands to signal that she wants out of the cuffs, and she wants out now. She is burning with the desire to touch back. However, Brittany shakes her head slightly and moves her face closer to Santana's, who parts her lips, ready to taste herself.
Just when their lips are about to meet, Brittany twists her head to end up by Santana's ear. "You taste awesome," she whispers, then swings her whole body off Santana to get up from the bed. She leisurely strolls around the room, collecting her bra and bending over Santana's face to grab her panties.
"Wait. What are you doing?" Santana asks in confusion, lifting herself up as best she can.
"I'm leaving?" Brittany answers as if asking, and pulls her pants up and buckles her belt.
"No, you can't leave," Santana states and shakes her head back and forth to emphasize her statement. Brittany can't leave. Santana wants to do things to her. She wants to fuck her all night and wake up tomorrow with Brittany still beside her. She wants them to have breakfast together and then spend the whole next day fucking each other's brains out.
Now fully clothed in her uniform, Brittany walks back to the bed to place a lazy kiss on Santana's lips. The Latina flinches when she feels something cold press against her stomach. She looks down to see the key to the handcuffs under Brittany's finger.
"I can do anything I want to, baby. I ain't the one tied up." Brittany winks and stands up. In the doorway, she turns around to catch a last look of the woman lying naked on the bed. "Maybe we'll meet again."