Summary: Brittany wants to play a game on their day off.
Lazy Sundays are Santana's absolute favorite. There is nothing to do and nowhere to go, and with the hectic schedule she has on the other six days of the week, it's always a relief to have one day where she can just be. It also means she has an entire day to spend with her girlfriend with limited interruptions, because Sunday is the day her dad spends hours at the free clinic.
This particular Sunday starts out in rather typical fashion: she and Brittany are curled up on the couch, some cheesy Hallmark movie playing in the background. Brittany sits up, straddling her waist, and Santana grins, watching Brittany peel off her top and throw it haphazardly onto the coffee table.
As the blonde smiles down at her happily, Santana reaches up and plucks at her bra, hooking a finger in the space between it and her sternum. "Off."
Brittany raises an eyebrow in warning, and Santana sighs, rolling her eyes. Manners really have no place in sexy times, but sometimes, Brittany insists.
"Please."
"That's better."
Brittany sneaks a hand behind her back to unclasp the bra, and Santana reaches up to slide the straps down her arms, her eyes widening as Brittany's breasts pop free, full and round and perfect and looking exceptionally kissable, lickable, suckable…just perfect as perfect can be, and a very welcome sight.
She leans up to claim her prize, eager hands each taking ahold of one, softly kneading them and rubbing her thumbs around the blonde's nipples. Brittany gives a satisfied hum, tilting her head back and moaning appreciatively.
"I love your tits," Santana remarks, sitting up further so she can kiss across them, scattering lingering pecks over Brittany's supple flesh.
"They love you, too, baby," Brittany responds. She has her eyes closed, training all of her senses on the sensation of her girlfriend's ministrations, back arching ever so slightly into her touch.
Santana's lust skyrockets; watching her girlfriend's face and hearing her small whimpers of pleasure while she's enjoying being touched and kissed makes her want to do it more, do it better.
"I want to play a game," Brittany suddenly says. The words are spoken only semi-playfully, the undertone more clearly meant to seduce.
Brittany kisses Santana's bare shoulder, waiting for a response from the shorter girl in her arms. "A game?" she questions, rolling over to face her girlfriend, one eyebrow raised as the corners of her mouth twitch.
"Uh-huh." The blonde grabs Santana's chin in her hand and brings it back to her mouth so she can kiss her, delivering delicate and teasing swipes at her tongue and along her teeth.
Santana relishes this for a few moments, the feeling of their lips and tongues melting into each other making her stomach flutter. With a happy sigh, she pulls away slightly and shakes her head. "No, I want sweet lady kisses."
"You'll like this, I promise." Brittany scoots back, pulling Santana up into a sitting position.
The brunette pouts slightly. "What's the name of this game?" she asks with a defeated sigh.
"Simon Says, and I'm It." The blonde grins.
"Fine."
"Simon says…you don't get to talk."
At this, Santana huffs but stays quiet, noticing how Brittany's face splits into a devious grin. She makes a motion as if she's zipping her lips, locking it, and throwing away the key. This seems to please Brittany, who claps her hands lightly in glee.
"Simon says take off your shirt."
Santana obliges and starts to rid herself of her bra as well, but Brittany tut-tuts her warningly.
"Simon didn't say, Santana. Patience."
Hands dropping to her sides, Santana waits for the next command, trying to hide her impatience.
"Simon says rub your tummy."
Santana gives Brittany a look that needs no decoding, but Brittany nods her head determinedly.
"Simon says."
With a sigh, Santana does as she is bade, rubbing her stomach half-heartedly.
"Now…Simon says rub my tummy."
"I'd like to be rubbing something else," Santana mumbles as she reaches to pat the other girl's torso, but Brittany hears her and scowls.
"Simon says play the game right. You're not allowed to talk, remember?"
However, her words fall on deaf ears. Santana is transfixed by her hands gliding over the soft, smooth skin of Brittany's stomach. Her belly button is so adorable, and those abs…damn. It's a crime that they aren't on display all the time.
When Brittany notices Santana's fixation, her scowl is replaced by a smirk. "Simon says you can stop now."
Santana fights back a groan as she forces her hands to stop, flattened against the plane of Brittany's abdomen.
"Simon says lay down."
Santana obeys, hands coming to rest behind her head as she looks up at Brittany expectantly.
"Simon says undo your pants."
Finally, a command that Santana is eager to follow. Her fingers quickly undo the button of her jeans and yank at the zipper.
"Pull them down."
Getting more excited now, Santana attempts to shove her pants down, raising her butt off the couch to make it easier.
Brittany shakes her head, smiling rather impishly. "Simon didn't say."
Resting back down on the couch with a growl, Santana is about to say a few choice words about Simon when Brittany reaches down, hooks her fingers in her belt loops, and tugs her jeans. Her pants make it to her knees before Brittany stops once again.
"Simon says she likes your undies."
Santana watches Brittany's blue eyes darken as she stares at the thin string wrapping around her hips, holding a thin, transparent triangle of purple lace over her mound. She wore them just for Brittany, knowing that purple is her favorite color and lace is always a huge plus.
Seemingly forgetting about her little game, Brittany reaches a hand down to rub Santana hard over the fabric of her panties. Santana tries to widen her legs, but the fact that her pants are still around her knees, combined with how Brittany is sitting on her, makes it difficult.
"Simon didn't say to do that, either."
Oh, so they're still playing. Not that it really matters, because it looks like Santana is about to get what she wants. Deciding she can play along, she leaves her legs together.
However, she's unable to stop the involuntary jerk of her hips as Brittany starts to rub harder. Pretty soon, there is a wet spot darkening the lace over her core. Biting her lip so as not to say anything that'll make Brittany stop and go "Simon didn't say" or some bullshit, Santana tries to keep herself from whimpering too audibly. The urge to have something inside her, something for her walls to clench around, is quickly building. Unable to help herself, her back arches slightly, and she cants her hips in search of what she needs.
Brittany isn't that cruel of a Simon to hold this against her, and Santana lets out an unrestrained moan as the blonde slips her hand into her lacy thong, deftly pushing fingers inside of her body. She thrusts them in and out, but due to her awkward angle and Santana's legs still together, they are shallow ventures. This only makes Santana want it more, her hips bucking in a frantic attempt to send her girlfriend's digits in deeper. It doesn't work all too well for that, but it does cause the heel of Brittany's hand to start colliding against her clit, and suddenly, that's okay too.
"Simon says don't move."
At this, Santana's eyes open wide in horror. What the hell does Brittany expect her to do when she isn't going deep enough to make her come? Brittany just looks at her sternly, and Santana groans but nods. As Brittany starts shallowly thrusting again, Santana grits her teeth and uses all of her willpower not to move her hips, though her fingertips are twitching wildly at her sides, needing some way to channel the yearning she feels.
Thankfully, Brittany soon brings her other hand up to rub the brunette's clit, tapping the thumb of her left hand over the hard nub as the two fingers on her right, already busy inside of Santana, become three, curling with each evenly measured thrust. Santana is close to crying out, but knowing she's not allowed to, she tilts her head back into the couch cushion and closes her eyes tightly, biting her lip as hard as she can without breaking skin.
"Simon says you can talk again," Brittany says, her voice husky with lust. She doesn't slow at all, and now that Santana has been given permission, she is whimpering and moaning out her pleasure.
"Britt, baby, let me open my legs, please, please," she says desperately, not even caring that she's practically begging. "Deeper, baby, fuck me har—" Before she can finish her sentence, the build-up between her legs reaches its peak. Brittany quickly moves a leg, placing it between Santana's knees to spread them, and with a few deep thrusts of her fingers and a firm swirling over her clit, Santana comes, hard.
"Fuck!" Santana screams out in pleasure, no longer able to stop her hips from jolting forward, sending Brittany's probing fingers in even further. At this, Brittany moans and clenches her own thighs together as she helps Santana down from her high slowly, making sure to allow the brunette every second of pleasure that has been afforded to her by her own expertise.
Once the last tremor has run through the Latina's body, Brittany pulls out, fingers leaving Santana's pussy along with a pool of wetness. She grins, then sticks the fingers into her own mouth and sucks on them, laying down next to Santana on the couch, the shorter girl still breathless. She rests her head on Santana's heaving chest and smiles around her digits.
After her fingers are clean, she lightly presses kisses to the inside of Santana's neck. "You lose," she says with a little chuckle, snuggling against Santana as her hands roam and skate down Santana's side, making her shiver all over again.
She looks at Brittany, confused. "How the fuck did I lose? I just had a mindblowing orgasm. I think I win."
Brittany just giggles, leaning up slightly so she can look down at Santana with a pleased grin on her face. "Simon didn't say to come."