Fic: Let's Blame the Heat - (10/11) NC17
Title: Let's Blame the Heat
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC17/M
Summary: Santana would like to blame the heat, but it's much more than that; it's all Brittany.
Spoilers: None really, but it's a first-time fic so before they started doing the nasty or telling people about it on the phone.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and I make no money from them.
A rather short chapter, but the next one is already almost done so will follow quickly :p
Chapter Ten
When footsteps began padding upstairs Santana finally extricated herself from Brittany; pulling free and reaching across the bed to grab her top, she quickly tried to regain her composure.
“They won’t come in,” Brittany assured as her parents moved around not too far from her bedroom door. “They’ll just think I’ve gone to bed.”
“I should go,” Santana mumbled, feeling suddenly cold as the reality of what had just happened hit her.
Her heart was pounding for an entirely different reason than just a few minutes before. She tried to ignore the delicious tug between her legs that reminded her where Brittany’s fingers had just been, but it was almost impossible; she was sticky and warm and still twitching for more.
“Don’t,” Brittany said softly, laying a hand on Santana’s shoulder.
The forlorn tone of Brittany’s plea wasn’t lost on Santana. She turned around as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking into Brittany’s eyes and seeing nothing but hope in their blue depths. Though Santana wanted to ignore the fact she’d do anything for Brittany, she couldn’t. If she left now then things would definitely get awkward and she hated the thought that their friendship would never recover. Staying was really her only option if she wanted them to remain friends, and especially if she wanted them to be more than that.
“Ok,” Santana said; her voice barely audible. Brittany’s face lit up and Santana chuckled - she was already whipped. “But I gets to sleep on the left,” she added with a small glare, just to make herself feel a bit better - a bit closer to normal.
There was no doubt she’d sleep on the left as that’s the side she always slept when they had a sleep-over, but tonight was different to every one of those previous nights and they both knew it. They’d already crossed a huge line and things would forever be changed.
“I need to go feed my cat and brush her teeth,” Brittany said, getting up from the bed as she continued to smile.
Santana nodded, knowing she’d have to use the bathroom too once Brittany’s parents were safely behind their own bedroom door.
“Wait,” Santana said as Brittany reached for her door handle. “Brittany, you’re meant to brush your teeth, not the cats.”
“That too,” Brittany replied, swishing out of the door before Santana could question her further.
“Don’t use the same toothbrush,” Santana said as Brittany left to do what she needed, but she knew Brittany hadn’t heard her.
Shaking her head, Santana listened to Brittany making her way downstairs. She waited a moment before taking a deep breath and flopping backwards onto the bed - her head was full of Brittany and her body was buzzing with both satisfaction and yearning. Whatever they did next she knew she had to prepare herself mentally for it. Things had leapt ahead so fast Santana was spinning and she wondered if Brittany was feeling as crazy as she was, but Brittany was giving no indication that she expected impending doom from the change in their friendship. She seemed deliriously happy that Santana had given in to her in fact.
Maybe that was a good thing; if they both started freaking out then it would definitely lead to disaster. For once, Brittany’s innocent obliviousness was working in their favour. Santana tried to quiet her own uncertainty by making herself think more like Brittany but it was practically impossible - she was still worried about everything that would follow.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Brittany’s return and Santana frowned, admonishing herself for spending too long in her deep thoughts and worry yet again. It was pointless trying to convince herself she didn’t really want to get into this now, they already were in it.
“You can use the bathroom now, my parents are in bed,” Brittany told her as she made her way over to her dresser and began taking off her Cheerios uniform.
Though Santana wanted to stay and watch, she knew she should probably go get washed up for bed or they’d end up doing things she was certain wouldn’t be a good idea with Brittany’s mom and dad down the hall. They’d have to save that kind of thing for when they were alone in the house. Even though Santana had a reputation she respected Brittany’s parents enough not to risk doing anything to piss them off. And having sex with their daughter - lesbian sex - in their house, while they were home, was probably one of those things that parents would do some serious grounding for.
Once she’d washed her face and brushed her teeth with Brittany’s toothbrush - really hoping the cat hadn’t just had its fish coated tongue all over it - Santana walked carefully back to Brittany’s room. She wasn’t worried about sleeping over as she’d been there plenty of times before overnight, but for some reason she couldn’t help tiptoeing across the hall regardless.
Brushing her fingers through her hair after tugging it out of its ponytail, Santana smiled as she closed the bedroom door behind her and noticed that Brittany was already under the sheets of her bed and snuggling her favourite teddy bear. The smile on Brittany’s face was infectious and Santana fought not to grin like an idiot herself, but was only partially successful. Walking over to the dresser where she knew she’d be able to grab a tee shirt for the night, Santana felt unexpectedly shy.
She glanced back at Brittany, who was watching her intently, before slipping her clothes off to the floor and pulling open the top drawer of the dresser. She felt a little strange standing there in just her panties, but before she could reach for a tee shirt Brittany was suddenly behind her, pulling on Santana’s hips until she tumbled backwards onto the bed with the blonde girl.
“Eager much?” Santana jibed as Brittany manhandled her, encouraging Santana up to the pillows. Brittany was surprisingly strong.
“I don’t want you to put clothes back on,” Brittany said by way of explanation as she tugged the sheets back so they could both crawl under.
That’s when Santana noticed that Brittany was also wearing nothing more than very small panties. Santana blinked, letting her mouth drop open as she untangled herself from Brittany’s long limbs so she could just look at her. Things were getting very real, very fast; there was no doubting this level of attraction now.
“You’re almost as hot as I am,” Santana said in awe as her gaze swept over Brittany.
“You’re way hotter,” Brittany said quietly as she trailed a hand over Santana’s stomach and up over her side as they lay facing each other.
Santana wasn’t going to deny such a thing as she knew she was all kinds of scorching, but she had been robbed of the ability to speak anyway as her tongue wasn’t working and her mind was growing fuzzy. There was no way she could sleep next to Brittany with them both practically naked.
“Brit, we have to . . .”
“My parents can sleep through anything,” Brittany interrupted, her eyes taking on a decidedly devious and sexy look. “One time, I brought a pony home and kept it in my room without them knowing, and one morning Betsy got out. I found her eating my dad’s pyjama bottoms and he didn’t even wake up at all.”
Giving Brittany a dubious look, Santana plucked the hand away from her ribs before it slid up to her breast, shaking her head as she did her best not to cave in - again.
“They’d kill me if they found us in here gettin’ our kink on,” she told Brittany. “You’re their perfect little princess; they don’t wants to walk in on me tonguing you out as if you’re an all you can eat buffet.”
“That sounds good,” Brittany said; her voice all dreamy as she smiled at Santana, completely oblivious to any consequences they would face if caught.
Santana sighed and flopped onto her back, tugging at the sheet so it covered them both. Brittany was right, it did sound good, but apart from the fact she was worried about Brittany’s parents . . . she’d obviously never done that to a girl before. Though she certainly wanted to with Brittany and had thought about it many times she was nervous about making a fool of herself. Doing stuff to a boy was easy - she’d certainly had no complaints in the past - but this was a whole new level of sex and she didn’t want to disappoint the most important person in her life.
This gay thing was even more complicated than she’d thought.
“It does sound good,” Santana agreed with another frustrated sigh. “Really good.”
She felt the bed shift as Brittany shuffled closer under the sheet, her hand sliding over Santana’s stomach.
“I could do it to you,” Brittany practically purred in her ear, making Santana shudder most embarrassingly. “I want to.”
With what could only be described as a snarl, Santana turned away from Brittany, squeezing her thighs together in the desperate hope to get control of her raging libido.
“Seriously, Brit,” Santana whispered harshly. “Go to sleep. We can’t do that right now.”
Brittany made a small dissatisfied sound but she didn’t move away. Instead, she pressed close to Santana’s back, wrapping an arm over her and nuzzling at her shoulder with her nose. Another snarl threatened to slip loose from Santana but she held it in; she couldn’t really be mad at Brittany for wanting what she herself had been thinking none stop about for months now.
After a few minutes Santana relaxed a little, enjoying Brittany’s embrace and the swell of her soft breasts at her back, and the hand at her stomach that was touching her so gently. It was nice to be held, to feel Brittany’s skin against her own, her warmth, the tender brush of lips at her shoulder now and then. It made Santana feel calmer, though her body still craved Brittany in a way that was far from relaxing.
She hoped Brittany would fall asleep soon so she could move a bit further away. Even though she liked being so close to Brittany, Santana needed space to let her body cool off and her own mind to let go of lascivious thoughts so she could go to sleep herself. They had to be up earlier than normal if Santana was going to be able to get home and grab a clean uniform before driving them both to school on time.
But sleep did not come easily.
After what felt like hours but was probably only one, Santana sighed for the hundredth time. Brittany was still pressed against her, as she’d failed to successfully move away, and it was all kinds of distracting. She wasn’t even sure if Brittany was asleep either, but neither of them had spoken for some time. Santana had thought it best not to talk as talking would probably lead to kissing, and then to other things she was trying to avoid until they were alone completely again.
She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what they could be getting up to, however, and it was getting beyond frustrating. Santana couldn’t possibly clasp her thighs tighter together than they already were, and it was most likely making things worse rather than better. Every time Brittany moved, even slightly, Santana’s nipples hardened and she throbbed in need between her legs. But more than that . . . she desperately wanted to touch Brittany. Her hands were practically itching to.
When she blinked open her eyelids and glanced at the clock by the bed, Santana rolled her eyes. It was already well past one o’clock in the morning and she knew she just wasn’t going to sleep without sating at least some of her curiosity and need.
Carefully, she rolled over, facing Brittany as she moved slowly. Brittany seemed to be asleep and Santana gazed at her for a few moments in the light coming from an almost full moon outside. There was a small smile on Brittany’s lips as she slept and it made Santana’s heart clench in her chest. She rolled her eyes once again at herself and shook her head. Really, was it necessary for her to turn into a complete mush ball? She wondered.
Lightly she placed her hand on Brittany’s side, letting her fingers touch softly, reverently, her palm stroking over Brittany’s ribs and down to her hip. She stopped when she hit the top of Brittany’s panties, but her mind began to wander much more freely. She needed this girl in ways that frightened her.
Brushing a tender kiss on Brittany’s forehead, Santana then glanced towards the bedroom door, unnecessarily making sure it was still shut. Surely it was less risky to start something this late. Surely Brittany’s parents would be so fast asleep that Santana could at least get a little bit of a feel of Brittany.
Making up her mind, Santana smirked to herself and snuggled closer, whispering her fingertips over Brittany’s skin, across her back, her side, her stomach, gliding down to her thigh and back again. She licked her lips, glancing at Brittany’s mouth and remembering how well she kissed. Santana’s breathing was beginning to pick up and she pushed down the sheet slightly, enough to see Brittany’s chest and abdomen. She wanted to explore there with her mouth and Santana forgot all about parents and consequences.
Sliding down a little lower in the bed, Santana tripped her fingers over Brittany’s thigh as she brushed her lips over her collarbone, tasting the skin there. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.
Surreptitiously, Santana removed herself from Brittany just long enough to slide her own panties off with a grin. There was no way she could deny herself this any longer - she wanted Brittany and was going to have her.
She doubted Brittany would mind at all to find a very naked Santana straddling her in the middle of the night.
TBC...
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC17/M
Summary: Santana would like to blame the heat, but it's much more than that; it's all Brittany.
Spoilers: None really, but it's a first-time fic so before they started doing the nasty or telling people about it on the phone.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and I make no money from them.
A rather short chapter, but the next one is already almost done so will follow quickly :p
Chapter Ten
When footsteps began padding upstairs Santana finally extricated herself from Brittany; pulling free and reaching across the bed to grab her top, she quickly tried to regain her composure.
“They won’t come in,” Brittany assured as her parents moved around not too far from her bedroom door. “They’ll just think I’ve gone to bed.”
“I should go,” Santana mumbled, feeling suddenly cold as the reality of what had just happened hit her.
Her heart was pounding for an entirely different reason than just a few minutes before. She tried to ignore the delicious tug between her legs that reminded her where Brittany’s fingers had just been, but it was almost impossible; she was sticky and warm and still twitching for more.
“Don’t,” Brittany said softly, laying a hand on Santana’s shoulder.
The forlorn tone of Brittany’s plea wasn’t lost on Santana. She turned around as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking into Brittany’s eyes and seeing nothing but hope in their blue depths. Though Santana wanted to ignore the fact she’d do anything for Brittany, she couldn’t. If she left now then things would definitely get awkward and she hated the thought that their friendship would never recover. Staying was really her only option if she wanted them to remain friends, and especially if she wanted them to be more than that.
“Ok,” Santana said; her voice barely audible. Brittany’s face lit up and Santana chuckled - she was already whipped. “But I gets to sleep on the left,” she added with a small glare, just to make herself feel a bit better - a bit closer to normal.
There was no doubt she’d sleep on the left as that’s the side she always slept when they had a sleep-over, but tonight was different to every one of those previous nights and they both knew it. They’d already crossed a huge line and things would forever be changed.
“I need to go feed my cat and brush her teeth,” Brittany said, getting up from the bed as she continued to smile.
Santana nodded, knowing she’d have to use the bathroom too once Brittany’s parents were safely behind their own bedroom door.
“Wait,” Santana said as Brittany reached for her door handle. “Brittany, you’re meant to brush your teeth, not the cats.”
“That too,” Brittany replied, swishing out of the door before Santana could question her further.
“Don’t use the same toothbrush,” Santana said as Brittany left to do what she needed, but she knew Brittany hadn’t heard her.
Shaking her head, Santana listened to Brittany making her way downstairs. She waited a moment before taking a deep breath and flopping backwards onto the bed - her head was full of Brittany and her body was buzzing with both satisfaction and yearning. Whatever they did next she knew she had to prepare herself mentally for it. Things had leapt ahead so fast Santana was spinning and she wondered if Brittany was feeling as crazy as she was, but Brittany was giving no indication that she expected impending doom from the change in their friendship. She seemed deliriously happy that Santana had given in to her in fact.
Maybe that was a good thing; if they both started freaking out then it would definitely lead to disaster. For once, Brittany’s innocent obliviousness was working in their favour. Santana tried to quiet her own uncertainty by making herself think more like Brittany but it was practically impossible - she was still worried about everything that would follow.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Brittany’s return and Santana frowned, admonishing herself for spending too long in her deep thoughts and worry yet again. It was pointless trying to convince herself she didn’t really want to get into this now, they already were in it.
“You can use the bathroom now, my parents are in bed,” Brittany told her as she made her way over to her dresser and began taking off her Cheerios uniform.
Though Santana wanted to stay and watch, she knew she should probably go get washed up for bed or they’d end up doing things she was certain wouldn’t be a good idea with Brittany’s mom and dad down the hall. They’d have to save that kind of thing for when they were alone in the house. Even though Santana had a reputation she respected Brittany’s parents enough not to risk doing anything to piss them off. And having sex with their daughter - lesbian sex - in their house, while they were home, was probably one of those things that parents would do some serious grounding for.
Once she’d washed her face and brushed her teeth with Brittany’s toothbrush - really hoping the cat hadn’t just had its fish coated tongue all over it - Santana walked carefully back to Brittany’s room. She wasn’t worried about sleeping over as she’d been there plenty of times before overnight, but for some reason she couldn’t help tiptoeing across the hall regardless.
Brushing her fingers through her hair after tugging it out of its ponytail, Santana smiled as she closed the bedroom door behind her and noticed that Brittany was already under the sheets of her bed and snuggling her favourite teddy bear. The smile on Brittany’s face was infectious and Santana fought not to grin like an idiot herself, but was only partially successful. Walking over to the dresser where she knew she’d be able to grab a tee shirt for the night, Santana felt unexpectedly shy.
She glanced back at Brittany, who was watching her intently, before slipping her clothes off to the floor and pulling open the top drawer of the dresser. She felt a little strange standing there in just her panties, but before she could reach for a tee shirt Brittany was suddenly behind her, pulling on Santana’s hips until she tumbled backwards onto the bed with the blonde girl.
“Eager much?” Santana jibed as Brittany manhandled her, encouraging Santana up to the pillows. Brittany was surprisingly strong.
“I don’t want you to put clothes back on,” Brittany said by way of explanation as she tugged the sheets back so they could both crawl under.
That’s when Santana noticed that Brittany was also wearing nothing more than very small panties. Santana blinked, letting her mouth drop open as she untangled herself from Brittany’s long limbs so she could just look at her. Things were getting very real, very fast; there was no doubting this level of attraction now.
“You’re almost as hot as I am,” Santana said in awe as her gaze swept over Brittany.
“You’re way hotter,” Brittany said quietly as she trailed a hand over Santana’s stomach and up over her side as they lay facing each other.
Santana wasn’t going to deny such a thing as she knew she was all kinds of scorching, but she had been robbed of the ability to speak anyway as her tongue wasn’t working and her mind was growing fuzzy. There was no way she could sleep next to Brittany with them both practically naked.
“Brit, we have to . . .”
“My parents can sleep through anything,” Brittany interrupted, her eyes taking on a decidedly devious and sexy look. “One time, I brought a pony home and kept it in my room without them knowing, and one morning Betsy got out. I found her eating my dad’s pyjama bottoms and he didn’t even wake up at all.”
Giving Brittany a dubious look, Santana plucked the hand away from her ribs before it slid up to her breast, shaking her head as she did her best not to cave in - again.
“They’d kill me if they found us in here gettin’ our kink on,” she told Brittany. “You’re their perfect little princess; they don’t wants to walk in on me tonguing you out as if you’re an all you can eat buffet.”
“That sounds good,” Brittany said; her voice all dreamy as she smiled at Santana, completely oblivious to any consequences they would face if caught.
Santana sighed and flopped onto her back, tugging at the sheet so it covered them both. Brittany was right, it did sound good, but apart from the fact she was worried about Brittany’s parents . . . she’d obviously never done that to a girl before. Though she certainly wanted to with Brittany and had thought about it many times she was nervous about making a fool of herself. Doing stuff to a boy was easy - she’d certainly had no complaints in the past - but this was a whole new level of sex and she didn’t want to disappoint the most important person in her life.
This gay thing was even more complicated than she’d thought.
“It does sound good,” Santana agreed with another frustrated sigh. “Really good.”
She felt the bed shift as Brittany shuffled closer under the sheet, her hand sliding over Santana’s stomach.
“I could do it to you,” Brittany practically purred in her ear, making Santana shudder most embarrassingly. “I want to.”
With what could only be described as a snarl, Santana turned away from Brittany, squeezing her thighs together in the desperate hope to get control of her raging libido.
“Seriously, Brit,” Santana whispered harshly. “Go to sleep. We can’t do that right now.”
Brittany made a small dissatisfied sound but she didn’t move away. Instead, she pressed close to Santana’s back, wrapping an arm over her and nuzzling at her shoulder with her nose. Another snarl threatened to slip loose from Santana but she held it in; she couldn’t really be mad at Brittany for wanting what she herself had been thinking none stop about for months now.
After a few minutes Santana relaxed a little, enjoying Brittany’s embrace and the swell of her soft breasts at her back, and the hand at her stomach that was touching her so gently. It was nice to be held, to feel Brittany’s skin against her own, her warmth, the tender brush of lips at her shoulder now and then. It made Santana feel calmer, though her body still craved Brittany in a way that was far from relaxing.
She hoped Brittany would fall asleep soon so she could move a bit further away. Even though she liked being so close to Brittany, Santana needed space to let her body cool off and her own mind to let go of lascivious thoughts so she could go to sleep herself. They had to be up earlier than normal if Santana was going to be able to get home and grab a clean uniform before driving them both to school on time.
But sleep did not come easily.
After what felt like hours but was probably only one, Santana sighed for the hundredth time. Brittany was still pressed against her, as she’d failed to successfully move away, and it was all kinds of distracting. She wasn’t even sure if Brittany was asleep either, but neither of them had spoken for some time. Santana had thought it best not to talk as talking would probably lead to kissing, and then to other things she was trying to avoid until they were alone completely again.
She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what they could be getting up to, however, and it was getting beyond frustrating. Santana couldn’t possibly clasp her thighs tighter together than they already were, and it was most likely making things worse rather than better. Every time Brittany moved, even slightly, Santana’s nipples hardened and she throbbed in need between her legs. But more than that . . . she desperately wanted to touch Brittany. Her hands were practically itching to.
When she blinked open her eyelids and glanced at the clock by the bed, Santana rolled her eyes. It was already well past one o’clock in the morning and she knew she just wasn’t going to sleep without sating at least some of her curiosity and need.
Carefully, she rolled over, facing Brittany as she moved slowly. Brittany seemed to be asleep and Santana gazed at her for a few moments in the light coming from an almost full moon outside. There was a small smile on Brittany’s lips as she slept and it made Santana’s heart clench in her chest. She rolled her eyes once again at herself and shook her head. Really, was it necessary for her to turn into a complete mush ball? She wondered.
Lightly she placed her hand on Brittany’s side, letting her fingers touch softly, reverently, her palm stroking over Brittany’s ribs and down to her hip. She stopped when she hit the top of Brittany’s panties, but her mind began to wander much more freely. She needed this girl in ways that frightened her.
Brushing a tender kiss on Brittany’s forehead, Santana then glanced towards the bedroom door, unnecessarily making sure it was still shut. Surely it was less risky to start something this late. Surely Brittany’s parents would be so fast asleep that Santana could at least get a little bit of a feel of Brittany.
Making up her mind, Santana smirked to herself and snuggled closer, whispering her fingertips over Brittany’s skin, across her back, her side, her stomach, gliding down to her thigh and back again. She licked her lips, glancing at Brittany’s mouth and remembering how well she kissed. Santana’s breathing was beginning to pick up and she pushed down the sheet slightly, enough to see Brittany’s chest and abdomen. She wanted to explore there with her mouth and Santana forgot all about parents and consequences.
Sliding down a little lower in the bed, Santana tripped her fingers over Brittany’s thigh as she brushed her lips over her collarbone, tasting the skin there. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.
Surreptitiously, Santana removed herself from Brittany just long enough to slide her own panties off with a grin. There was no way she could deny herself this any longer - she wanted Brittany and was going to have her.
She doubted Brittany would mind at all to find a very naked Santana straddling her in the middle of the night.
TBC...