Summary: When Santana finds out what's on Brittany's mind, she tries her best to give her girlfriend everything she wants.
Santana is sitting in the bleachers, watching the other Cheerios run endless circles around the gym. It's good to be the Captain — or the Captain's girlfriend. Brittany feels no particular need to watch the torment. She's laying on her back, ankles crossed, with her head pillowed comfortably in Santana's lap.
"Hey, San?" she asks quietly, taking one of Santana's hands in hers and playing idly with her fingers.
"Hmm?"
"Do you ever want to try things?"
"What kinds of things?"
"I dunno. Just, you know, things."
Santana frowns, because something that vague can lead to all kinds of dangerous territory where Brittany is concerned. "I need a clue here, Britt," she says carefully, now ignoring the panting cheerleaders and giving all her attention to the girl in her lap.
"Like…sex things." Brittany speaks the words quietly, focusing her attention on the tan hand she still has trapped between her own.
Santana blinks, swallows, and glances around quickly to make sure no one else is close enough to hear their conversation. "What kind of sex things, Britt-Britt?" she asks, feeling almost timid, trying not to admit how much the potential answer worries her. She and Brittany both have a great deal of experience when it comes to sex, so anything Brittany is actually nervous to bring up she finds an immediate cause for alarm. "I mean," she clears her throat nervously, "I think I'm pretty open-minded about things."
The more Brittany starts to fidget, the more nervous Santana gets.
"Just…you know, things we've never tried before." Brittany is almost mumbling now, and Santana's nerves are officially climbing to dangerous levels. They've done a lot of things together, and the list of things not included is relatively small. She braces herself, ready to try nearly anything Brittany might be curious about. Within reason, that is. And maybe a few things not within reason, if Brittany really wants to try them and there is a shower very close at hand.
"We can try anything you want, Britt." She almost cringes as she says the words, praying silently that she can make good on her promise.
"Even if it might be a little gross?"
Santana sighs, her stomach twisting slightly. She takes one of the hands that's still fiddling with hers and uses it to pull Brittany up and around to face her. However, the blonde's cheeks are now a little more than pink, and she refuses to meet Santana's eyes.
Now officially worried, Santana tugs her up, surprises the still sprinting Cheerios with an early reprieve, and tugs Brittany down the steps and out toward her car. By the time they make it to her car, Santana decides that she's too distracted to drive. She opens the door to the backseat, pulling Brittany in behind her and firmly onto her lap. The blonde settles against her without protest, still looking down almost shyly even as Santana ducks her head and tries to catch her eye.
"Okay, Britt. Spill." She's too nervous now to be anything but blunt. "I promise, whatever it is, we can talk about it."
Brittany squirms and sighs, glancing up once at Santana's face before leaning over and resting her head against the shoulder of her jacket. "It's nothing, really."
"Oh, no. It's not. I promise, I won't get upset about whatever it is."
And then she waits. It takes a few minutes, because the labyrinth of Brittany's mind isn't something that can be hurried through without getting hopelessly lost. It takes time and sometimes meticulous patience. But Santana figures as long as it doesn't involve permanent scarring, or the participation of Lord Tubbington, she can probably talk herself into just about anything.
Finally, Brittany starts to quietly ramble. "It's just that, I was thinking about something, and there's a part of me that thinks it's kinda gross, but then I know it's kinda not, because guys do it and they seem to like it a lot, and I was thinking maybe it would be hot to try. I mean, it might hurt a little bit, but that can be okay sometimes too, and I just thought, you know, if we don't like it, that's okay, because I don't want you to think we have to do anything or anything like that, but if we do, I know you have to like, prepare for it, and I totally would…" Brittany glances up to see the look of utter confusion on Santana's face and quickly starts to backtrack. "But I mean, nevermind. I'm sure it's a stupid idea, and we don't have to—"
"Whoa, Britt." The word "stupid" in Brittany's rant shakes Santana out of her stupor, and she reaches up to grab her girlfriend's face with both hands. "Okay, hold on, just slow down for a second."
Stopping abruptly, Brittany tugs one of her lips between her teeth as if trying to force herself into silence.
Santana's mind races for a few seconds, trying to piece together the clues. When it dawns her, she almost starts laughing. "Are you talking about anal?"
Brittany's eyes widen, and Santana has to grab her tightly to keep her from squirming off her lap. She waits until she gets a slight nod of embarrassed confirmation.
The relief she feels is almost instantaneous. The arousal follows quickly. She's never given a lot of thought to the subject before, because letting a guy near her ass was even less appealing than letting them do her any other way, but now that the subject is out there, she can't say she doesn't find it a little bit intriguing.
"Come here, Britt-Britt." She tugs, pulling Brittany's compliant body to straddle her lap, and looks her fully in the face. "We can try that, if you want."
Blue eyes rise bashfully to hers, a small smile curling the corner of pink lips. "Yeah?"
"Totally." She smiles back. "You just need to tell me. I mean, is this something you want to do to me? Or…?"
Brittany's eyes widen again, and color floods her cheeks. "I didn't think about that. Would you want to try it, too?"
Santana laughs so hard her head hits the back of the seat. "I'd be open to the possibility." She grins as she says it, and Brittany grins back at her in response, the sparkle back in her eyes. "But what you really want is for me to try it on you, right?"
Still looking a little embarrassed, Brittany nonetheless nods rapidly.
Wrapping her arms around strong, lean shoulders, Santana leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek and working her lips toward a bright pink ear. "Do you want me to fuck your ass, baby?" Brittany's whole body shivers at the words. "I think I could manage that."
Brittany pulls back, nearly squealing with excitement before kissing her fiercely. Santana leans back and enjoys it. She hears catcalls from a few hockey team pervs heading out to their car and flips them off over Brittany's shoulder.
It takes a few days of planning, including getting some extra cash to go make the kind of purchase Santana could never allow to show up on her father's credit card bill. When she invites Brittany over that Friday night, she double-checks her list three times to make sure she's prepared. They get takeout from Breadstix to enjoy at home with the bottle of wine she bribed Puck into getting for them.
The sweet, romantic dinner turns into a long, hot shower where she gets on her knees and pulls Brittany's thigh over her shoulder, licking softly at the entire length of her sex, nudging further back with each pass until her tongue gently probes Brittany's puckered asshole every few seconds. The deep groans she hears above her are insanely hot, and Brittany's hands tangle into her wet hairs, gripping almost painfully when she tries pushing her tongue just a little inside. Before long, Brittany's strong thighs are quivering around her, threatening to no longer hold her upright. Santana grins, pulling back and standing up.
Brittany's entire upper body is flushed from the combination of alcohol, steam, and arousal as Santana leads them out of the bathroom and toward her bed, covering it with clean towels before laying her girlfriend's still damp body down and crawling slowly on top of her. She enjoys the way Brittany's eyes grow darker as she watches her, feeling like a predator stalking a completely willing prey.
Keeping their eyes locked, she pulls out a small assortment of objects from her nightstand. The blue eyes that follow her movements grow wider with each one, and Brittany gulps nervously at the last one as it is placed beside them.
Santana pauses, trying to fight back a twinge of nerves. "Is this okay?" she asks quietly.
Brittany doesn't answer for a moment, too caught up in staring at the new additions to their sex life. When her response finally comes, it is to sit up quickly, mashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss while placing herself between Santana's spread thighs.
"I get a turn too, right?" she pulls back long enough to ask breathlessly. "I mean, you don't have to…like that…but I really want to just…" Her hips pump meaningfully into Santana's, who can only giggle at her somehow adorable yet sexy enthusiasm.
She reaches up to still Brittany's excited movements and looks her deeply in the eye. "You can fuck me any way you want to, Britt." Her pulse races at the positively lecherous look that covers her girlfriend's face at the offer, and Santana decides that the strap-on was indeed a wise purchase. "But…" she murmurs meaningfully, reaching around to clamp her hands on the firm cheeks of Brittany's ass. "You first."
The wide, almost silly smile that greets her makes Santana want to melt into a happy puddle. Brittany shifts to straddle her hips, then sits up, grinding down into Santana with a look that somehow manages to be innocent and carnal all at once. Hands still on her ass, Santana urges her upward, stealing a quick kiss before guiding Brittany up her body until her soft thighs are around Santana's head, and she resumes the gentle licks she started in the shower. This time, she lets her attentions wander back more often, teasing and probing with her tongue while the thighs around her head quiver and soft sighs and groans float down from above her.
Reaching over, she blindly pats around until she finds what she's looking for, grabbing the tube of lubricant and popping the lid. Brittany jumps slightly at the sound, then giggles nervously as she looks down into Santana's dark eyes.
Santana pulls back just enough to offer one last "Are you sure?"
Brittany nods almost frantically, and she grins, nipping at her hip as she squirts some lube onto her fingers, then slowly goes to work. The first press of her finger inside Brittany's ass goes smoothly, slowly sliding inside and causing a delicious whimper in response. She takes her time, exploring with one finger, then two, continuing to lick at her and enjoying the way it makes Brittany loosen even more around her.
When she has three fingers inside, spreading and pumping them with an easy, gentle rhythm, she unexpectedly clamps onto her clit with her lips, causing Brittany to jerk and moan, squeezing and clenching her exploring fingers tightly before relaxing completely. Santana pushes as far as she can inside one last time, causing a deep, hungry groan, before pulling out. Brittany groans again at the loss, but looks down without protest as Santana squirms out from beneath her and reaches for the strap-on.
"How do you want to do this, Britt-Britt?" she asks, tugging the straps up over her hips and securing them in place. She carefully covers the dildo in what is probably way too much lube while Brittany watches her like she's in a trance. "Britt?" she asks again when she's ready, waiting as it seems like there are too many dirty thoughts floating around in Brittany's mind for any one of them to make its way to the surface.
Finally, she simply resumes their previous position, then scoots downward, her legs gliding back between Brittany's until her new appendage is nearly pressed between Brittany's legs. Placing her hands on the blonde's hips, she urges her upward, but instead of going too far back, she presses the round tip along the length of Brittany's sex, unwilling to pass up the chance to press it inside and enjoy the way Brittany's eyes flutter closed.
Soon, Brittany's hips take over, pressing down firmly until she is flush against Santana's lap. The unexpected but very pleasurable pressure against her own clit makes Santana's eyes roll back, her back arching as she presses up even more firmly. Brittany is panting now, starting a rhythm with her strong hips as she begins to ride. Each motion drives Santana along with her, higher and higher.
She reaches back to clutch at Brittany's ass again, letting her slick fingers explore the crevice even as it moves above her. When she presses one finger back inside, Brittany freezes, gasping in shock before she begins to shudder. She grinds down harder against the dual invasion of her body, and Santana responds eagerly, pumping her finger inside much harder than she intends, but is soon rewarded by Brittany coming apart above her, shaking and convulsing and crying out before slumping down over her chest. Her harsh breath tickles the sensitive skin of Santana's neck, making her writhe. The toy strapped to her waist moves as well, causing Brittany to jerk and whimper erratically.
Unable to wait any longer, Santana slowly pulls out from her girlfriend, leaving her limp body slumped on the bed as she crawls up to her knees behind her. She once again grabs Brittany's firm ass cheeks, spreading them slightly and taking in the slicked, softened opening between them. After adding one last slathering of lube for good measure, she takes hold of the slippery dick and presses it against her target.
Brittany lets out a loud moan and pushes backward. Santana takes hold of her hips firmly, almost shocked at how much this is turning her on, and slowly presses inside. Maybe it's the thought of what they are doing. Maybe it's the almost certainty she feels that she's the first one to be with Brittany like this. Or maybe it's just because she's ridiculously in love with this girl, and anything that makes her writhe and moan like this can't be anything less than amazing.
She hears gasps and whimpers, and sweat trickles down her neck as she waits for any sign of pain or hesitation from Brittany. After the first few inches, she continues to push in painfully slowly, rocking gently bit by bit until she is flush against pale, quivering cheeks.
"Oh my God, Britt," she whispers, so turned on she can barely speak. There is a mumble of acknowledgement from beneath her, as Brittany reaches back and clutches at one of her hands. "Are you okay? Is this okay?"
Instead of answering verbally, Brittany surprisingly lurches forward, then nearly slams herself back into Santana's hips, causing an explosion of heat through the Latina's groin. Her head falls back for a moment before she gets ahold of herself, takes a better grip on Brittany's hips, and begins her own rhythm. After a few minutes, she rocks harder, pushing and pulling them both, feeling the amazing burst of sensation every time the toy grinds into the cheeks of Brittany's ass.
"So good. Fuck, so good." Santana isn't sure if she's saying the words out loud or if Brittany can even hear them. She feels like some kind of animal, rutting desperately against its mate, pumping and jerking in a primal, timeless rhythm, faster and faster, harder and harder until Brittany is moaning and crying out every time their bodies slap together.
As she feels herself lurching erratically toward an orgasm, Santana leans forward, reaching around to fumble for Brittany's clit. She can't manage grace, but as soon as she finds the hard nub, Brittany's whole body jerks and spasms wildly, nearly knocking them both over as she falls onto her face, hips pumping wildly and screaming into the jumble of sheets beneath them. So close she can't stop herself, Santana plants both hands on the bed and pumps her hips over and over again until her own body jerks and seizes up. With a loud cry, she clenches and shakes in utter bliss for what seems like an eternity before collapsing onto Brittany's strong, sweaty back.
The body beneath hers is limp, and she wonders if Brittany actually blacked out. Gathering her strength, she pulls back carefully, earning a low groan as she pulls the toy out before slipping it off her hips and crawling back up to collapse beside her girlfriend.
After a moment, Brittany shifts, nuzzling into her shoulder with a few incoherent mumbling noises and planting lazy kisses across her chest.
"You okay, Britt-Britt?" Santana pants, waiting for her heart to quit racing.
"Mmhmmm."
She smiles at the muffled response, kissing damp hair before laying back.
"Soon as I can feel my legs again, it's your turn."
Santana's eyes pop open, and she gulps and feels her own ass give an involuntary clench. But she knows she would never say no.