Fic: Dolphins and Mermaids (Part 2/2)
It took another hour before Brittany tired of the teasing. Santana continued to squirm in her seat, avoiding looking at Brittany as best as she could, but Brittany wasn’t immune to her own teasing either. Her skin burned to be touched, and she continued to swim, hoping the cold water would dampen her own arousal. Images of them together kept flashing across her mind - pushing Santana against the side of the pool, fingers buried deep and pressing up, drawing out cries that echoed across the still water as ripples of their movements disturbed the surface… She shook her head and ducked underwater. She should really learn to turn Santana on without making herself so horny, but that would be an endeavor for another time - too late now.
She pulled herself out of the water, quickly dried off, and laid herself on the lounge chair to sunbathe. If she couldn’t have Santana right now, at least she could try to get a tan. She dozed off within minutes.
When she woke, it was to Santana running a hand tenderly across her face.
“Babe, you’re going to burn,” she said sweetly as Brittany sat up and shook the sleep from her limbs. The pool area was nearly empty. Most people had taken the twenty minutes of Santana’s break to get food at Subway or KFC down the street. Brittany grinned naughtily.
“Lounge or hot tub?” she asked eagerly, and Santana laughed freely, sitting down on the lounge chair next to Brittany.
“I can’t. I just found out that Rob is sick today, so he can’t be here to watch that no one goes into the pool and drowns during my break. I have to stay here,” she replied dejectedly, a hint of anger flashing through as she glanced at the pool administration building sullenly.
“Oh,” Brittany said softly. Santana gave her a crooked, apologetic grin, and suddenly it was okay. Brittany sat up completely, and reached for her suntan lotion. “Will you - ”
“Of course,” Santana answered instantly, grinning at the opportunity to touch Brittany intimately in a completely socially accepted way in broad daylight. Brittany wasn’t dumb at all.
Brittany turned to Santana as she lathered the clear lotion on her shoulder. Brittany shivered. “Cold.”
“Wuss,” Santana replied with a smirk as she ran a hand over Brittany’s arm, smearing the oil across her pink skin.
“Meanie,” Brittany countered with a knowing smile as she reached behind her and quickly undid the tie of her bikini. She turned and presented Santana with her naked back, holding the item against her in the front. Santana roamed her eyes over Brittany’s half-naked body, swung her leg over the side of the chair, and scooted closer.
“Tease,” she whispered huskily against Brittany’s earlobe, and placed a soft, daring kiss on her neck. Before Brittany had time to accustom to Santana’s sudden closeness, the brunette had leaned back and was smoothing lotion across her shoulders. She kneaded them tenderly as she moved her hands, pressing into her skin and running her thumbs along the ridges of her muscles. Brittany sighed peacefully and leaned into Santana’s touch.
Her hands moved lower, curving over Brittany’s skin and pressing the lotion into her pores lovingly. Santana glanced around the pool area quickly, but except for a few mothers with fussing toddlers and an old man passed out in the sun, it was nearly deserted. She let her hands curve around Brittany’s back to her stomach, spreading the lotion. Brittany took in a breath when Santana pressed against her from behind and let her fingers slide under the curve of her breasts, slipping over the untanned skin and daring into dangerous area, still hidden partly by Brittany’s arms as she clutched her bikini against herself.
“San,” Brittany whispered breathlessly, questioningly.
“Shh,” Santana answered softly, subconsciously pressing herself closer against Brittany’s back and pulling her against her hungrily. She brushed her lips over the curve of Brittany’s neck and breathed against her oiled skin.
“I hate Rob. Couldn’t have picked another day to get sick, could he…” she hissed absentmindedly as her hands moved over the plane of Brittany’s abdomen to the edge of her bikini bottoms. One of her hands toyed with the edge for a moment before sliding over it and greasing lotion over Brittany’s thighs.
“I want you so much,” Brittany whispered. Brittany could feel a pool of heat gathering between Santana’s legs, pressing up against her from behind. It was enough of an answer for Brittany, but Santana replied anyway, a note of desperation creeping into her voice.
“I want you too.”
Brittany let one of her hands fall onto Santana’s hand on her thigh, gripped it, and, looking briefly over her shoulder so that Santana’s lips brushed her cheek and she caught her eye, guided it between her legs boldly. Santana tensed behind her, and Brittany stopped.
“We can’t,” Santana whispered, a different desperation in her voice. Brittany sighed at what she already knew, and scooted forward on the lounge chair. She instantly missed Santana’s warmth behind her, and let out a soft whine of annoyance.
Quickly, Santana touched up the bare spots on her back with forced detachment and hurried aloofness, and then swung a leg over the chair. She brushed a hand past Brittany’s cheek as she stood up, looked down apologetically, and then she put her whistle to her lips and blew a sharp, long note to signal the pool was open again. Not many people were back yet. The pool remained silent, and Santana looked at it irately.
“Now I’m all bothered again,” Brittany stated as she retied her bikini and finished lathering her legs. “At least when I was asleep I could dream of mermaids and not think of you…”
Santana smiled. “Go cool off,” she suggested.
“You go cool off,” Brittany replied on autopilot with a disgruntled pout. She clicked the cap on the lotion and wiped the excess oil on her face.
“Nah,” Santana replied as she turned to walk to the edge of the pool and around it.
Brittany looked at her curiously, and suddenly she realized something. “San!” she called, and the brunette turned back to her. “Did you go swimming yet?”
Santana looked at her for a minute, and then shook her head apprehensively.
Brittany smirked, and before Santana knew what she was doing, she sprinted to Santana, wrapped her arms around her, and threw them both into the silent, waiting water. Santana screamed at the sudden impact, but took in a gulp of air anyway, just as they hit the surface. Brittany held tight and laughed. They went under in a froth of splashes and bubbles. Brittany held on to Santana, and, in the confusion of the white bubbles tickling their skin and hiding their actions from the onlookers, she pulled her against her and kissed her passionately. Santana stopped struggling to get free and responded quicker than Brittany had expected, kissing back and pulling Brittany’s body flush against her. Their lips danced with each other underwater, bubbles escaping from their joined lips and fluttering eagerly to the surface. They smiled in the unexpected kiss, and Brittany felt her ribcage swell with love. Finally.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, and when they pulled apart, only a few bubbles remained to hide their impromptu underwater tryst. They broke the surface with a mutual laugh, letting their arms fall from around each other to splash water.
“You suck,” Santana said with a grin. Brittany ducked underwater to avoid another wave of water.
“You love me,” Brittany replied when she resurfaced, and Santana’s amused smile trickled into one of adoration. She simply nodded.
Their brief bubble of solitude was broken when one of the boys cannonballed into the water. Santana glared at him when he resurfaced, but Brittany just grabbed her hand and pulled her to the edge of the pool to her lifeguarding seat. Santana hauled herself out of the water, but Brittany remained. Santana crouched down.
“Will you stay until I get off?” she asked hopefully.
The double meaning wasn’t lost on Brittany, and she gave Santana a look. Santana blushed slightly. “Don’t I always?”
Santana smiled and reached out to help Brittany out of the water. Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled herself up, but when she was almost stable on the edge, Santana’s smile turned wicked, and Brittany gasped when Santana pushed her back into the water.
“That’s for getting my hair wet!” Santana shouted playfully when Brittany resurfaced with a splutter.
“Just your hair?” Brittany replied with a naughty grin, and Santana’s blush deepened. She lifted her face to hide the way her body quivered at Brittany’s pointed, hungry stare, and put her sunglasses back on. Brittany kicked off from the side and floated on the surface of the water, soaking in the sun and the knowledge that Santana would be following her every movement. She smiled brightly.
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Santana’s final whistle, signaling the closing of the pool, couldn’t come quickly enough. It had been hours - hours spent lazily swimming and diving and teasing and smiling, in Brittany’s case, and, in Santana’s, hours spent perched far too far for comfort from her ultimate goal for the day, crossing and uncrossing her legs and whistling angrily at anyone who got on her nerves and ignited her shortened fuse.
Brittany pulled herself out of the water with a smirk, looking in Santana’s direction as the brunette began ushering everyone out of the pool. She sat on the lounge chair expectantly, crossing her legs and leaning back languidly, awaiting Santana’s attention patiently. The brunette looked up now and then, roaming her eyes over Brittany’s body hungrily, but getting everyone out of the pool took longer than expected. Slowly, Brittany felt her patience begin to wane, and tapped her foot impatiently. Santana hadn’t looked at her in far too long, too busy with her final duties, and Brittany was getting tired of holding her attractive position, and bothered by the late afternoon sun shining in her eyes. Against all odds, she wanted to swim again…
She looked for Santana, who was just signaling to her that she’d be right back, after she put away her equipment. She disappeared into the deserted pool building, leaving Brittany completely alone. Brittany sighed and stood up, walking absentmindedly to the edge of the pool. She kicked up the water that pooled over and made her way to the diving board. One last dive for the day sounded like a good idea. And it wasn’t like Santana would ban her from the pool for swimming afterhours when, in a few minutes, they’d probably be doing any number of things that were against pool rules anyway.
She jumped once to gain momentum, twisted a simple 360 in the air, and plunged into the still water with a happy sigh. She lightly tapped the bottom of the pool with her hands when she reached it, and then turned over and watched the near-setting sun sparkling on the surface, lighting up ripples on her skin and illuminating the darkness around her. The silence enveloped her, and she let out a relaxed breath. The decrease in oxygen made her sink, and she lay down gently on the bottom of the pool.
If she closed her eyes, she could easily imagine the sounds of dolphins and the pulse of the sea around her, feeding the sea life with its dark depths. The silence pushed on her eardrums, and she imagined a life of water, breathing deeply in the silent depths, chasing tuna, holding tight to the fins of dolphins, flapping her own tail to propel her through the water, her home. She smiled in her fantasy, and let a few more bubbles go. Santana joined the dream, and the two shared mermaid kisses in dark seaweed forests, far from the intruding eyes of other merpeople. How did mermaids have sex? she wondered, and giggled. Her fantasy got creative. Her past life must have been fun.
Suddenly, her silent underwater wonderland was disturbed by the crash of a body into the pool. Brittany opened her eyes and saw Santana’s body curve into the water in a fast dive. She struck out to reach Brittany, and before the blonde could react, Santana had two strong arms around her body and kicked off swiftly from the bottom of the pool. They broke the surface together, close to the edge, and Santana lifted her against her as she reached out a hand for the edge of the pool.
“Britt, are you okay?” she nearly yelled into Brittany’s face.
“I’m fine!” she yelled back, smiling at Santana’s silliness, but her smile froze when she noticed how terrified Santana looked. Her eyes were wide and pleading, her eyebrows contorted with worry, her chest heaving up and down in fearful pants, and her hand was clutching Brittany to her desperately. “Santana!” Brittany said quickly, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
Santana searched her eyes anxiously, still holding tightly onto her. Her nails were digging little half-moons into her side, but Brittany waited patiently for Santana to calm down and softly brushed her hand over her cheek.
“I wasn’t drowning, San. I was just thinking.”
“At the bottom of the pool?!” Santana squeezed out, her voice an octave too high and a decibel too loud.
“Yes! You know I can hold my breath for, like, forever,” Brittany said with a small reassuring smile. Santana’s frown slowly smoothed out, and her grip softened.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Santana asked one last time.
Brittany nodded confidently. “Definitely. I was just thinking about us being mermaids and how mermaids would have sex and get married and everything. I think they would put shells in their hair for the ceremony, don’t you?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head. Santana let out a sigh of relief.
“Jesus, Britt, don’t ever scare me like that again,” she said, her voice falling with fear at what might have been.
“You know how well I can swim, San,” Brittany chastised softly.
“Maybe you dived and hit your head or something! How could I know!” Santana answered defensively, pulling back slightly. She was feeling a little silly now, but there was no way she was going to let Brittany know that.
“Didn’t happen. I’m fine,” Brittany assured her again. She smiled at Santana’s continued defensive frown, and laughed delicately.
“Don’t laugh! That was not funny!” Santana said angrily, and Brittany pursed her lips to cover her smile. Santana looked away indignantly until she felt Brittany begin to vibrate against her. She looked back at her, and Brittany was shuddering with silent laughter.
“It wasn’t! Stop!” Santana commanded, but Brittany’s smile came out, and suddenly she straight-out giggled. Santana splashed some water at her, but couldn’t help a smile of her own slipping out. Brittany smiled at her delightedly, happy to see Santana had finally given in, and splashed back. Soon, they were splashing each other again, laughing with relief and happiness at finally being reunited after far too long.
Suddenly, when Santana broke out in a grin full of enjoyment and longing, Brittany pulled her against her and pressed her lips against hers tenderly. Santana responded willingly, sighing onto her lips and resting her arms on Brittany’s shoulders as they both tread water. After a few minutes of slow, gentle kissing, Brittany pulled back and smiled at Santana lovingly.
“You were just being silly. You know I’m like a mermaid,” she teased. Santana pushed them both to the side of the pool, and Brittany collided with the side softly.
“My gorgeous, sexy mermaid…” Santana whispered as she kissed gently across Brittany’s neck.
Brittany giggled. “I’m a mermaid, and you’re my dolphin.”
“Dolphin? No way, I’m a shark,” Santana replied sternly, biting playfully on Brittany’s neck to prove her point.
“A gay shark, so a dolphin after all,” Brittany teased, and slid her hands over Santana’s bathing suit to grab her ass. Santana smirked and let Brittany pull her closer, eagerly grinding her hips against her and lifting a leg. Her knee knocked into the side of the pool, but she didn’t mind because Brittany took in a startled breath, which turned into an approving purr.
“You feel so good,” she admitted longingly as she pulled Santana even closer against her. She ran her lips over the brunette’s neck and tasted chlorine, sunblock, and still, underneath it all, the familiar, intoxicating flavor of Santana. She hungered for more, and let out a shuddering breath that mingled warm mist with the lingering sheen of water on Santana’s skin. Santana shivered at the sudden contrast between hot and cold, and slid a hand into the back of Brittany’s long wet locks to pull her lips hungrily against her own.
It was an open-mouthed, needy kiss. Their tongues darted out along their lips, and every time they brushed against each other, both girls took in a shaky breath and pressed forward harder, breathing in each other as though they were drowning and their kiss was air. Brittany sucked Santana’s bottom lip between her own, drawing it slowly between her teeth until Santana whimpered and pressed forward for release. They stole each other’s breath with fluttering lips, teasing tongues, and eyelashes hiding hungry eyes and pulling all their attention to the feel of each other in the water as the water pulsed around their bodies in their movements. It gushed between the brief space between their stomachs as Santana pulled back to grind her leg up against Brittany. Brittany whispered a breathy more. It pulsed behind Brittany’s bare back as Santana pushed her against the pool wall. The stones dug into her skin like lover’s nails, and Brittany smirked at the similarity as Santana dragged her nails over her neck with her free hand. It flowed beneath them as they continued to tread water, Santana’s hand on the edge of the pool the only thing besides their tired muscles holding them high in the water - they were high on each other, and didn’t feel an ounce of exhaustion.
Soon, they were both breathless, kissing with unprecedented desperation. One of them was going to break and do something unexpected and the other was going to moan and Brittany just knew they were both going to love it and -
Suddenly, Santana dropped her hand from the Brittany’s neck and slid it between their bodies, under Brittany’s bikini bottoms. Brittany felt the heat of her fingers in the cold water before she felt the press of them against her clit, and she gasped and let her head fall forward, breaking the kiss. Santana’s uneven breath condensed on her ear as the brunette pulled her closer and kicked water to keep them both afloat. Santana fingers slipped further, into a different kind of wetness - warm, slick, waiting, and completely ready for her. Brittany cried out as Santana entered her, and Santana matched the cry with a whimper of her own as she bit down on Brittany’s neck in her focus to stay keep them both above water and bring Brittany ever higher. Brittany roamed her hands over Santana’s body, silently cursing the sexy bathing suit for limiting her access to all of her, her skin, her body, her very soul as her fingers made their way over everything that was available to touch.
Santana continued to tread water, one hand clamped on the side of the pool, her breath coming in uneven pants as her legs kicked and each desperate movement continued to push her leg against the hand between Brittany’s legs, grinding up into her as Brittany rode up to her impending orgasm with soft moans in a slowly rising crescendo.
“Oh, oohh…” Brittany cried out, letting her head fall back and not even caring that it hit the side of the pool because the pleasure pulsing into her far outweighed any pain. Santana bit her bottom lip and let out a whimper of pleasure at Brittany’s rising delight of her efforts. Brittany pulled her hand away from Santana’s breast, where it had been kneading the nipple through the bathing suit, and brought her hand to the side of the pool to hold herself steady as she started to lose control. Santana smirked as she let herself sacrifice some of the energy she had been spending keeping them both above water to use it to grind her body more insistently against Brittany’s. She increased the rhythm, pressing her palm against Brittany’s clit as she brought her knee up and pushed it up higher. Brittany gasped one final time at the hard push that overloaded her senses, took in a sharp breath, and let it roll out of her as a loud, shuddering series of moans as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her.
A few seconds filled with breathy gasps and throaty cries later, Brittany let her arm slide off the side of the pool and her grip loosened on Santana’s arm, where it had been urging her on as she brought her higher, and, with a goofy grin, she let herself sink underwater. Santana’s fingers slipped out of her, aided by water and the proof of her orgasm, and the brunette raised an amused eyebrow as the Brittany slid under, her blonde hair billowing around her as she hovered a foot or so beneath the surface.
“Brittany?”
A few bubbles and a weak sound of acknowledgement rose out of the water. Santana smiled and let out a delicate laugh.
“Brittany…” she chastised, and grabbed her arm to pull her above water. Brittany resisted and more bubbles floated to the surface, along with a whine of disagreement.
“Get up here!” Santana commanded in a light tone, but Brittany had other plans. Suddenly, she grabbed Santana’s legs and the brunette took in a breath of surprise as Brittany pulled her underwater.
Brittany watched in amusement as Santana’s face emerged underwater, a disapproving frown making her features look darker than normal. Brittany smiled and leaned forward, the water swelling around her face as she moved, and affectionately pressed her lips to Santana’s. The frown smoothed out, and Santana lightly kissed back.
They reemerged still kissing, smiling happily at their solitude and their mutual afterglow of getting to be together after a long day - not to mention the afterglow of Brittany’s orgasm. Their muscles ached from swimming and treading water, Brittany’s back felt tender from pushing against the side of the pool, and the tangles in their hair would be a nightmare later, but they didn’t care because their lips were brushing over each other with a familiar intimacy and unrushed fondness that was melting Brittany slowly so nothing would remain but bubbles and froth on the surface of the water, like the Little Mermaid in that terrible version Santana had made the mistake of reading her one night.
“So this is how mermaids have sex,” Santana murmured jokingly, laughing softly at her own wit. The laugh vibrated on Brittany’s lips, who smirked, and slid her tongue teasingly along Santana’s top lip.
“I wonder how dolphins have sex…” Brittany murmured absentmindedly, and Santana’s eyebrows shot up - a mixture of amusement, and, Brittany was sure, honest curiosity.
“Just like any other mammals, I guess.”
“But they’re all gay. With boy dolphins, it’s pretty obvious, you know, lock-and-key model,” Brittany continued, and Santana giggled at Brittany’s surprisingly lucid logic. “But what about girl dolphins? They don’t have fingers like we do…”
Santana let out a guffaw of surprise. “You did not just compare us, both of us, to dolphins having sex as well, did you? Mermaids, I could live with, but - ”
“No, really, how?” Brittany continued, a troubled, curious frown adorning her features as she pulled back completely from the kiss.
“Does it matter? They do, somehow, end of story. Can we get back to us, as mermaids, please?” Santana pleaded, threading her fingers into Brittany’s hair and leaving small, pecking kisses along her jaw. Brittany tilted her head to give her access, grinning knowingly at Santana’s true intentions. She slid her hands over Santana’s body, her cooling palms instantly warmed by Santana’s eternal body heat, and ran her fingers along the edge of Santana’s bathing suit on her butt. She felt Santana smile against her neck, and whisper triumphantly, “That’s more like it…”
“You’re still a dolphin, though,” Brittany mumbled back, even as she let out a giddy breath at Santana’s skilled lips, finding all the right spots and urging her on as she ran her hands over her body, finding a breast and kneading through the bathing suit.
“Shut up,” Santana grumbled back.
“Hold on,” Brittany replied, and when Santana pulled back to look at her curiously, Brittany lifted her legs and kicked off, hard, from the side of the pool. Santana squeaked in surprise as the water parted for the two of them, and held on, as Brittany had commanded. Brittany’s feet touched the pool bottom, and before their momentum could push Santana underwater, she jumped up and made her way to the shallow end steps. Santana continued to cling to her with arms and legs, like a monkey to its mother, worried Brittany would try to dunk her under or something, but Brittany smiled to reassure her, and slid her hands around Santana to pull her close and kiss her as she continued to wade to the steps.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered warmly, and Santana melted across her, her grip loosening and trusting Brittany to hold her up as she took a careful step up the pool stairs. Water streamed in rivulets down Brittany’s back and legs as she lifted Santana and herself out of the water completely and stepped onto the concrete. The fabric of Santana’s bathing suit squeezed against Brittany’s stomach, pressing out water while droplets from the tips of Santana’s soaked hair dripped and fell on the warm concrete. The sun was setting behind them and the warm red rays shone on Santana’s skin. Brittany brought her lips down to Santana’s collarbone, kissing gently and admiring her bronze complexion with her lips. A breeze had picked up, licking at their damp skin and drenched bikinis, and when Santana shivered slightly, Brittany hefted her closer against her with one arm and picked up her towel from her nearby chair to wrap around her shoulders.
“I was shivering because of your kisses,” Santana mumbled absent-mindedly, and Brittany smiled.
“Oh.”
She slid her hands along Santana’s bare legs, nails leaving thin white tracks along her tan skin, and hooked her fingers into the curve of her knees. Santana took the hint and hooked her feet together, pulling tight and letting out a little whimper when Brittany shifted her body and pressed her hips between Santana’s legs. Brittany smiled at the instant heat she could feel drenching through the previously cool fabric. She tilted up her face and caught Santana’s lips as the brunette continued to let out uneven, breathy whimpers, and kissed the sounds away.
Lips still firmly latched onto Santana’s, biting and teasing and breathing, Brittany fumbled briefly with the door handle to the pool building, but when it gave, she pushed Santana’s back against it and stumbled them both into the cool employee’s lounge. Considering its function, it was a fairly elegant room, with a island counter in the center, a fridge and freezer, complete with ice cube dispenser, a flatscreen TV on the wall, and two beige couches opposite it. Brittany noticed Santana furtively looked around to check that they were alone, and smiled approvingly when Brittany clicked the lock on the door behind them, but otherwise she was as ready as ever. Brittany grinned, and squeezed Santana’s ass again.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Where do you want me to… take you?” Brittany answered, with just enough emphasis on the word take that Santana tightened her legs and canted her hips against her body, the cool of the air-conditioned room and the water remaining on her skin set off by the heat between her legs pressing against Brittany’s hips, and whimpered her approval next to Brittany’s ear.
“Anywhere you want me,” she whispered hoarsely, and flicked out her tongue against the shell of Brittany’s ear. Brittany’s grip tightened as she took in a shaky breath and a familiar heartbeat began pounding between her legs.
She lifted Santana’s body higher, against her, soaking up her heat and eager smile, and then set her on the island counter with a smirk. Santana, suddenly a head higher than Brittany, looked down at her, amused.
“On the counter, huh? I’d almost say, ‘predictable’, but - ”
“Shh. Just wait. Don’t speak,” Brittany commanded, one of her hands sliding between Santana’s legs and pressing sharply to quiet her. Santana’s quick intake of breath was a welcome sound.
Slowly, Brittany ran her hands from Santana’s knees to the inside of her thighs. Her hands moved like water over sand, flowing easily, rhythmically, molding the soft texture with her touch, and bringing out shivers in response. She brushed the skin between her thighs teasingly, but, though Santana’s hips jolted up encouragingly, suggestively, didn’t press closer. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her bathing suit, and she followed it curve around to the back, slipping beneath and exposing a thin strip of untanned skin to flow her fingers over. Her hands molded higher, along the curve of Santana’s hips, quivering with her touch, even through the bathing suit; to the rhythmic rising and falling of her stomach as she breathed shallowly, waiting with uneven breath for more; along the swell of her breasts, where she lingered for a moment longer, her hands curving of their own accord. Santana’s nipples pressed rigidly against her hands as she arched her body into Brittany’s touch. Brittany knew she wanted, needed, yearned for more, to feel her touch against her bare skin, but Brittany waited, bringing Santana higher with slow, suggestive brushes of her hands rather than keen, eager kisses or movements of her body.
She took her time. The kiss and sex in the pool had been rushed and needy, a release from the hours of separation and endless teasing, and had yielded instant, exquisite gratification, but Brittany wanted to make this different. She’d been admiring, adoring, near-revering Santana’s flawless form all day, and she wanted to take her time, renew her knowledge, rediscover the places that made Santana breathless and the spots that made her reach out and grasp the air, the counter, or Brittany, any part of her that she could reach, desperate to hold on to anything before the pleasure bringing her up overwhelmed her and lifted her body off the counter.
Her hands slid higher, mirroring each other as they traced along Santana’s cleavage. Then she pressed her own body close. Santana’s cold bathing suit left wet imprints along her stomach and chest, and the heat between her legs made her abs tighten lustily, but the light press of her body against her made Santana tense expectantly. Brittany tugged on the strap of Santana’s bathing suit, and slipped it off her shoulder. Santana let out a shuddering, eager breath she hadn’t known she was holding, and Brittany smiled in triumph how one small action could unwind Santana just enough to make her breathless.
“Britt,” Santana breathed, and Brittany smiled again.
The strap of Santana’s bathing suit slipped lower on her shoulder, and Brittany pulled the other one down. Santana looked down at Brittany hopefully, and Brittany leaned up and lightly pressed her lips against hers, a slow, lingering kiss. She could feel Santana holding back, holding in from her need to press down hard, slip forward her tongue, and set her own pace, but she let Brittany kiss her gently, and instead her hands came to Brittany’s neck and tenderly drew circles over her skin.
Brittany moved her lips to Santana’s jaw, leaving wet kisses along it, down the curve of her neck, and to her earlobe, where she pulled the soft piece of flesh between her lips and flicked her tongue out against it. Santana breathed out, and her nails dug lightly into Brittany’s skin.
She moved lower still, dragging the straps of her bathing suit down as she simultaneously kissed along her neck, her collarbone, the swelling curve of her breast. The fabric pulled down further, and Santana eagerly took her arms out of the loops. She rested her hands at the back of Brittany’s neck again as the blonde breathed out hotly against the sensitive skin of Santana’s nipple, flicking her tongue out now and then, but never closing around it. With a desperate whine, Santana pulled Brittany’s face down against her and arched into her lips, and Brittany sucked her nipple into her mouth.
She pulled the sensitive nub between her lips, grazed her teeth over it, and brought her hand to the curve of her breast to simultaneously massage her breast. Santana let out a small cry of enjoyment, and with an impish smirk, Brittany moved on.
“Britt,” Santana whined again and threaded her fingers into the blonde curls at the back of her neck.
“Mmm?” Brittany answered innocently, smiling knowingly as she bunched up the bathing suit on Santana’s hips and kissed along the plane of her abdomen.
Santana’s answer came as a frantic, breathy plea. “Stop… stop teasing. Please.”
Brittany gave in to Santana’s desperate request. She threw the towel that had slipped down on the counter to the waiting couch, and lifted Santana off the counter. In a few quick steps, she was at the couch, let Santana fall, and pressed her own body down onto the brunette’s. Santana let out a cry of surprise and pleasure, and hooked her arms around Brittany’s body to undo her bikini, but Brittany was faster. She grabbed Santana’s hands and pressed them together above her head. Santana looked up at her with curiosity and burning desire.
“What - ”
“Shh...” Brittany murmured quickly, and kissed along Santana’s neck as the girl whined her longing. She dragged her tongue higher, along the shell of her ear, and whispered huskily, “Don’t move.”
She released her hands and waited expectantly, but Santana followed her command. Brittany could see her struggling internally to stay still, pressing her lips together and continuously letting out weak, breathless pants and squeaks, but she yielded to Brittany’s wishes, and Brittany smiled.
She slid her hands along the plane of Santana’s abdomen, pressing on the dip by her hipbones deliberately (Santana’s body tensed underneath her touch), and then slowly slid her bathing suit off her body completely. It landed on the tile with an almost indecent squishing sound, and Santana had to press her lips together even harder not to giggle. Brittany smiled at her, admiring her naked body, and motioned her to stay.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” Santana mumbled lustily as Brittany walked past her and briefly bent down to run a finger teasingly from the inside of Santana’s thigh to her lips, careful to avoid the tender spots Santana ached for her to touch. Santana let out a shaky sigh, and followed Brittany’s movements as she opened the employee freezer.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting something. I wonder if they still have them…” Brittany mumbled absent-mindedly as she rummaged around in the freezer. Goosebumps rose on her skin as the cold air rushed at her.
“You’re getting something to eat? Right now?” Santana asked incredulously.
“Sort of…”
“No! Come back here and get me off!” Santana demanded, bringing her hands down and lifting herself up off the couch. Brittany peeked her head around the freezer door and smiled at Santana’s challenging, fuming expression.
“Shh. I told you I wouldn’t leave until I did. Lay down.” She motioned with her hand, and with a sigh of aroused irritation, Santana did.
A few seconds later, Brittany emerged triumphant from the misty freezer, clutching a salt-water taffee popsicle and smiling mischievously. She was sure it was her impish grin that stopped whatever annoyed retort Santana had waiting, because the brunette bit her tongue and raised an eyebrow in apprehensive curiosity.
“What are you planning?”
Brittany’s grin widened, and she took a few steps closer as she tore the wrapping off. She saw Santana gazing at her with interest, following her movements as she brought the popsicle to her lips and enveloped it.
“That is strangely… hot…” Santana mumbled, and continued to stare. Brittany smiled seductively and slid the tip of her tongue over the popsicle. Santana let out a trembling breath and licked her own lips. Brittany ambled closer, lifted a leg over Santana’s naked body, and straddled her hips. With her free hand, she pressed Santana’s hands back above her head, and Santana clamped them together to resist resisting Brittany’s commanding pressure.
Santana wasn’t the only one giddy with anticipation. Brittany licked her own lips, tasting the salt-water popsicle and briefly falling back into her fantasy of underwater life and mermaid forests before bringing herself back and grinding down faintly onto Santana’s hips to show the brunette she wasn’t the only one wanting more. Santana’s eyes widened as the wet heat pressing on hips, and whined pleadingly.
“Britt, baby, please…”
“Shh,” Brittany replied for the umpteenth time, but for once, she didn’t keep Santana waiting. She bent herself over her, kissing her neck with lips cooled by the icecream, and simultaneously slid her free hand over Santana’s slit and swiftly pressed two fingers inside her. Santana gasped and lifted her hips up to meet Brittany’s hand.
“Yesss…” Santana let out encouragingly, her eyes closing and waiting hopefully for more. Brittany almost felt bad for her as she slipped her fingers out and fluttered them around her opening, never quite entering. When Santana got the gist of what she was doing, she let out a squeak of despair and grabbed Brittany’s wrist to push her back in. Brittany resisted.
“Britt, come on, how can you - just, please, I need you, need something, please,” Santana whispered. “I’m fucking saying please…” she finished lamely, as though the magic word would miraculously stop Brittany from teasing her, building her up so exquisitely slowly that she was pining for her, honest to god, aching to be touched.
“Just wait,” Brittany hushed, flicking her tongue over Santana’s neck while the brunette writhed beneath her.
“I don’t want to wait anymore! I’ve waited all day!” she whined, and renewed her efforts to urge Brittany’s fingers where she wanted them.
“It’ll be worth it, babe,” Brittany whispered throatily. Suddenly, she brought the hand holding the ice-cream down to Santana’s skin and slid it along the curve of her neck. Santana gasped at the sudden cold, and stilled her hands. Brittany felt her waiting with bated breath, and she smiled as brought her lips down and licked across the trail the ice-cream had left. “I promise.”
Finally, Santana laid quietly beneath her, waiting, hoping, still breathing shallowly and biting her lip to keep from saying something she had realized she might come to regret, but motionless and submissive nonetheless.
Brittany slid the ice-cream up, pressing it against Santana’s pulse point and closing her lips over it seconds later. Santana shivered at the combined sensations of hot and cold, and turned her face to give Brittany better access. She freed Brittany’s hand and let her hands fall to her sides.
Brittany bit off a piece of the ice-cream and held it at the front of her lips as she dragged them across Santana’s collarbone, down to a waiting, contracted nipple. Santana let out an unexpected, uncontrolled keen of surprise at the completely new sensation as Brittany pushed the piece of sweet-and-salty ice-cream with her tongue across Santana’s sensitive skin. The ice-cream melted in the combined heat of her mouth and Santana’s burning skin, and Brittany licked it up eagerly. A trail of it escaped her mouth and dripped along the curve of Santana’s breast, and she swiftly brought her tongue to the drop and licked up the saccharine path. Santana shivered again. Brittany could feel her body humming with desire beneath her, and the fingers of her free hand dipped experimentally to find more heat and wetness than before; she smirked jubilantly.
She bit off another piece of ice, and lavished attention to Santana’s other breast while she drew lazy circles with the popsicle over Santana’s stomach. She dipped the ice-cream into Santana’s bellybutton just as she lightly grazed her teeth over an ice-cream-cooled nipple, and Santana cried out.
“Holy shit, Britt, you have no idea how amazing that feels,” she whispered breathlessly, and slid her free hands over Brittany’s bare thighs, yearning to touch her. Brittany let her.
The popsicle was melting, and she took it into her mouth, making sure Santana could see her do it. The brunette watched with wide, eager eyes, and moved her hands higher on Brittany’s body as Brittany slid down and licked up the drying path on Santana’s stomach.
“Now you taste like a dolphin,” Brittany mused absent-mindedly as she lapped up the salty ice-cream trail. Santana’s abs began to quiver beneath her, and Brittany looked up curiously to see her biting her lip to keep from laughing. Santana saw her looking, and couldn’t hold it in - she giggled gleefully.
“What?” Brittany asked, blushing slightly when Santana laughed harder at Brittany’s innocently confused expression.
“It’s just… you’re so weird sometimes!” Santana let out with a high-spirited giggle, trembling beneath Brittany with suppressed laughter.
“Weird, huh?” Brittany narrowed her eyes playfully, and suddenly, as Santana started to take in a breath to keep laughing, she pressed her fingers into her and slid the popsicle lower, achingly close to her clit. The combined sensations shut Santana up instantly, and her breath to regain air to laugh turned into an animated gasp to let out a cry of pleasure. Brittany smirked smugly as Santana’s nails dug into her skin and she pushed her hips up into Brittany’s hand.
“Would you like to revise that statement?” she suggested haughtily, and scissored her fingers inside her. Santana shook her head ‘no’, but continued to grind up, searching for friction and breathing shallowly.
“Are you sure?” she urged again, and slid her fingers out slightly. The popsicle continued to melt; some of the juices slid in thin tracks over and along Santana’s clit, and she squirmed beneath Brittany. She shook her head again, a measure of desperation creeping into her movements as she bit her lip to keep control.
“What am I?”
Brittany pressed her thumb onto Santana’s saccharine-soaked clit, and she broke.
“You’re hot, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, mermaid,” Santana cried desperately, spitting out the first words that came to her. Brittany couldn’t help giggling at the strange combination.
“Who’s weird now?” she teased, but Santana barely heard her amidst her own desperate pleas.
“Brittany, babe, oh, please, please, I can’t, just can’t - please!” Her pleas crescendoed until Brittany, mercifully, pressed her fingers back inside her and Santana keened her thankfulness with a throaty cry.
Brittany shimmied down Santana’s body as she continued to move her fingers and Santana thrust her hips up to meet her rhythm, and then slowly closed her lips over Santana’s clit. Her mouth was on fire with the surprising, delicious taste: undoubtedly Santana mixed wonderfully with salt-water taffee ice-cream. She would have to try this more often.
Santana grinded her hips up to meet Brittany’s lips, and Brittany flicked her tongue out against the sensitive nub. The ice-cream continued to melt, lending its cold, slick juices to Brittany’s tastebuds and Santana’s sensitive skin as it dripped down. Brittany slid the ice-cream further down, briefly relented from her attention at Santana’s clit to bite off a piece of the popsicle, and then closed her mouth around Santana’s clit again. Santana cried out at the nearly painful cold, quickly soothed by Brittany’s hot lips and gentle tongue. She buried her fingers in Brittany’s hair and raised her hips to meet the blonde’s mouth as Brittany juggled the piece of ice in her mouth, brushing it past Santana’s clit as her tongue continued to flick out against it and her fingers bent deeper within her.
Santana was losing it - slowly, surely, wonderfully being overwhelmed with pleasure, but losing it nonetheless. She cried Brittany’s name every time she flicked her tongue out against her, let out breathless gasps in rhythm to Brittany’s fingers as they continued to thrust inside her, and yelped in delighted surprise when the piece of ice slid against her heated skin.
Soon, the ice was completely melted, and Brittany slid the last piece of the popsicle still clinging to the stick between Santana’s glossy folds. She decreased the rhythm of her fingers when Santana cried out in ecstatic amazement as jolts of pleasure shot through her at the sensation of hot and cold, hot and cold, as Brittany replaced the ice-cream with her tongue, lapping up the combined taste of Santana and sea-salt and gently but insistently bringing Santana higher. Hot, cold, hot, cold - Santana couldn’t decide which made her cry out louder, but cry out she did, until suddenly the ice-cream was completely melted, and Brittany reestablished her rhythm and pulled her clit into her mouth simultaneously, and Santana cried out louder than ever as she came undone.
Breathless moans left her body while she quivered with her orgasm, her eyes shut tightly and her hands clutching Brittany’s locks as she raised her hips off the couch and gave in to the rising ecstasy. The overwhelming pleasure coursed through her body, filling every pore and crevice to insurmountable completeness, and Santana forgot all thoughts of an outside world and thought of nothing else but Brittany and her skilled tongue and tender fingers and loving lips and beautiful body as she let out a heartfelt, gasping admission of love.
Brittany continued to work her mouth and fingers until Santana’s cries subsided into subdued, satisfied whimpers, her grip loosened, and her hips molded back into the soft couch, muscles slack and exhausted, and Brittany pulled away with a fulfilled, loving smile. She didn’t need to echo what Santana had admitted in her climax; if Santana didn’t know she felt the same way by now, Brittany wouldn’t know if she ever would. I love you, she simply thought, and when Santana opened her eyes, she wondered if she had said it out loud, because the brunette broke into a delighted, dazzling smile, and tugged on her arm to bring her closer. Brittany followed the movement, and kissed her way up.
“You’re all sticky,” she muttered against Santana’s bellybutton as she dipped her tongue into it and licked away any remaining, drying spots of ice-cream.
“So worth it,” Santana replied lazily, her face relaxed into a contented smile and her eyes half-closed as she let her mind retrace the steps that led to the intensely satisfying finale to a long, arduous day.
“I told you,” Brittany reminded her with a smile as she spangled Santana’s neck with gentle kisses and let her body slowly melt onto the brunette’s. They took in a simultaneous breath that pressed their bodies together, and then let it out as a blissful sigh of contentment - which quickly turned into a shared giggle and elated laugh. They settled in to each other, briefly dozing and letting their bodies cool from their heightened state.
“I want to watch The Little Mermaid,” Brittany piped up suddenly. She couldn’t help that, even after everything, mermaids were still on her mind.
Santana laughed gently and pressed a tender kiss to Brittany’s temple. “Sure, Britt. Whatever you want.”
Fin
A/N: Because it’s so long and I took days to write it, I’m uncertain if it all held together well, or if the length is distracting from the content. Now that I’m writing more, and, I’m assuming, more people are reading, I’m suddenly eager for any ways to improve my writing, comparing myself to other writers and other styles. Too much detail? Too much funny, not enough hot, or the other way around? Let me know what you think, and I’ll watch for it in the future!
She pulled herself out of the water, quickly dried off, and laid herself on the lounge chair to sunbathe. If she couldn’t have Santana right now, at least she could try to get a tan. She dozed off within minutes.
When she woke, it was to Santana running a hand tenderly across her face.
“Babe, you’re going to burn,” she said sweetly as Brittany sat up and shook the sleep from her limbs. The pool area was nearly empty. Most people had taken the twenty minutes of Santana’s break to get food at Subway or KFC down the street. Brittany grinned naughtily.
“Lounge or hot tub?” she asked eagerly, and Santana laughed freely, sitting down on the lounge chair next to Brittany.
“I can’t. I just found out that Rob is sick today, so he can’t be here to watch that no one goes into the pool and drowns during my break. I have to stay here,” she replied dejectedly, a hint of anger flashing through as she glanced at the pool administration building sullenly.
“Oh,” Brittany said softly. Santana gave her a crooked, apologetic grin, and suddenly it was okay. Brittany sat up completely, and reached for her suntan lotion. “Will you - ”
“Of course,” Santana answered instantly, grinning at the opportunity to touch Brittany intimately in a completely socially accepted way in broad daylight. Brittany wasn’t dumb at all.
Brittany turned to Santana as she lathered the clear lotion on her shoulder. Brittany shivered. “Cold.”
“Wuss,” Santana replied with a smirk as she ran a hand over Brittany’s arm, smearing the oil across her pink skin.
“Meanie,” Brittany countered with a knowing smile as she reached behind her and quickly undid the tie of her bikini. She turned and presented Santana with her naked back, holding the item against her in the front. Santana roamed her eyes over Brittany’s half-naked body, swung her leg over the side of the chair, and scooted closer.
“Tease,” she whispered huskily against Brittany’s earlobe, and placed a soft, daring kiss on her neck. Before Brittany had time to accustom to Santana’s sudden closeness, the brunette had leaned back and was smoothing lotion across her shoulders. She kneaded them tenderly as she moved her hands, pressing into her skin and running her thumbs along the ridges of her muscles. Brittany sighed peacefully and leaned into Santana’s touch.
Her hands moved lower, curving over Brittany’s skin and pressing the lotion into her pores lovingly. Santana glanced around the pool area quickly, but except for a few mothers with fussing toddlers and an old man passed out in the sun, it was nearly deserted. She let her hands curve around Brittany’s back to her stomach, spreading the lotion. Brittany took in a breath when Santana pressed against her from behind and let her fingers slide under the curve of her breasts, slipping over the untanned skin and daring into dangerous area, still hidden partly by Brittany’s arms as she clutched her bikini against herself.
“San,” Brittany whispered breathlessly, questioningly.
“Shh,” Santana answered softly, subconsciously pressing herself closer against Brittany’s back and pulling her against her hungrily. She brushed her lips over the curve of Brittany’s neck and breathed against her oiled skin.
“I hate Rob. Couldn’t have picked another day to get sick, could he…” she hissed absentmindedly as her hands moved over the plane of Brittany’s abdomen to the edge of her bikini bottoms. One of her hands toyed with the edge for a moment before sliding over it and greasing lotion over Brittany’s thighs.
“I want you so much,” Brittany whispered. Brittany could feel a pool of heat gathering between Santana’s legs, pressing up against her from behind. It was enough of an answer for Brittany, but Santana replied anyway, a note of desperation creeping into her voice.
“I want you too.”
Brittany let one of her hands fall onto Santana’s hand on her thigh, gripped it, and, looking briefly over her shoulder so that Santana’s lips brushed her cheek and she caught her eye, guided it between her legs boldly. Santana tensed behind her, and Brittany stopped.
“We can’t,” Santana whispered, a different desperation in her voice. Brittany sighed at what she already knew, and scooted forward on the lounge chair. She instantly missed Santana’s warmth behind her, and let out a soft whine of annoyance.
Quickly, Santana touched up the bare spots on her back with forced detachment and hurried aloofness, and then swung a leg over the chair. She brushed a hand past Brittany’s cheek as she stood up, looked down apologetically, and then she put her whistle to her lips and blew a sharp, long note to signal the pool was open again. Not many people were back yet. The pool remained silent, and Santana looked at it irately.
“Now I’m all bothered again,” Brittany stated as she retied her bikini and finished lathering her legs. “At least when I was asleep I could dream of mermaids and not think of you…”
Santana smiled. “Go cool off,” she suggested.
“You go cool off,” Brittany replied on autopilot with a disgruntled pout. She clicked the cap on the lotion and wiped the excess oil on her face.
“Nah,” Santana replied as she turned to walk to the edge of the pool and around it.
Brittany looked at her curiously, and suddenly she realized something. “San!” she called, and the brunette turned back to her. “Did you go swimming yet?”
Santana looked at her for a minute, and then shook her head apprehensively.
Brittany smirked, and before Santana knew what she was doing, she sprinted to Santana, wrapped her arms around her, and threw them both into the silent, waiting water. Santana screamed at the sudden impact, but took in a gulp of air anyway, just as they hit the surface. Brittany held tight and laughed. They went under in a froth of splashes and bubbles. Brittany held on to Santana, and, in the confusion of the white bubbles tickling their skin and hiding their actions from the onlookers, she pulled her against her and kissed her passionately. Santana stopped struggling to get free and responded quicker than Brittany had expected, kissing back and pulling Brittany’s body flush against her. Their lips danced with each other underwater, bubbles escaping from their joined lips and fluttering eagerly to the surface. They smiled in the unexpected kiss, and Brittany felt her ribcage swell with love. Finally.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, and when they pulled apart, only a few bubbles remained to hide their impromptu underwater tryst. They broke the surface with a mutual laugh, letting their arms fall from around each other to splash water.
“You suck,” Santana said with a grin. Brittany ducked underwater to avoid another wave of water.
“You love me,” Brittany replied when she resurfaced, and Santana’s amused smile trickled into one of adoration. She simply nodded.
Their brief bubble of solitude was broken when one of the boys cannonballed into the water. Santana glared at him when he resurfaced, but Brittany just grabbed her hand and pulled her to the edge of the pool to her lifeguarding seat. Santana hauled herself out of the water, but Brittany remained. Santana crouched down.
“Will you stay until I get off?” she asked hopefully.
The double meaning wasn’t lost on Brittany, and she gave Santana a look. Santana blushed slightly. “Don’t I always?”
Santana smiled and reached out to help Brittany out of the water. Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled herself up, but when she was almost stable on the edge, Santana’s smile turned wicked, and Brittany gasped when Santana pushed her back into the water.
“That’s for getting my hair wet!” Santana shouted playfully when Brittany resurfaced with a splutter.
“Just your hair?” Brittany replied with a naughty grin, and Santana’s blush deepened. She lifted her face to hide the way her body quivered at Brittany’s pointed, hungry stare, and put her sunglasses back on. Brittany kicked off from the side and floated on the surface of the water, soaking in the sun and the knowledge that Santana would be following her every movement. She smiled brightly.
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Santana’s final whistle, signaling the closing of the pool, couldn’t come quickly enough. It had been hours - hours spent lazily swimming and diving and teasing and smiling, in Brittany’s case, and, in Santana’s, hours spent perched far too far for comfort from her ultimate goal for the day, crossing and uncrossing her legs and whistling angrily at anyone who got on her nerves and ignited her shortened fuse.
Brittany pulled herself out of the water with a smirk, looking in Santana’s direction as the brunette began ushering everyone out of the pool. She sat on the lounge chair expectantly, crossing her legs and leaning back languidly, awaiting Santana’s attention patiently. The brunette looked up now and then, roaming her eyes over Brittany’s body hungrily, but getting everyone out of the pool took longer than expected. Slowly, Brittany felt her patience begin to wane, and tapped her foot impatiently. Santana hadn’t looked at her in far too long, too busy with her final duties, and Brittany was getting tired of holding her attractive position, and bothered by the late afternoon sun shining in her eyes. Against all odds, she wanted to swim again…
She looked for Santana, who was just signaling to her that she’d be right back, after she put away her equipment. She disappeared into the deserted pool building, leaving Brittany completely alone. Brittany sighed and stood up, walking absentmindedly to the edge of the pool. She kicked up the water that pooled over and made her way to the diving board. One last dive for the day sounded like a good idea. And it wasn’t like Santana would ban her from the pool for swimming afterhours when, in a few minutes, they’d probably be doing any number of things that were against pool rules anyway.
She jumped once to gain momentum, twisted a simple 360 in the air, and plunged into the still water with a happy sigh. She lightly tapped the bottom of the pool with her hands when she reached it, and then turned over and watched the near-setting sun sparkling on the surface, lighting up ripples on her skin and illuminating the darkness around her. The silence enveloped her, and she let out a relaxed breath. The decrease in oxygen made her sink, and she lay down gently on the bottom of the pool.
If she closed her eyes, she could easily imagine the sounds of dolphins and the pulse of the sea around her, feeding the sea life with its dark depths. The silence pushed on her eardrums, and she imagined a life of water, breathing deeply in the silent depths, chasing tuna, holding tight to the fins of dolphins, flapping her own tail to propel her through the water, her home. She smiled in her fantasy, and let a few more bubbles go. Santana joined the dream, and the two shared mermaid kisses in dark seaweed forests, far from the intruding eyes of other merpeople. How did mermaids have sex? she wondered, and giggled. Her fantasy got creative. Her past life must have been fun.
Suddenly, her silent underwater wonderland was disturbed by the crash of a body into the pool. Brittany opened her eyes and saw Santana’s body curve into the water in a fast dive. She struck out to reach Brittany, and before the blonde could react, Santana had two strong arms around her body and kicked off swiftly from the bottom of the pool. They broke the surface together, close to the edge, and Santana lifted her against her as she reached out a hand for the edge of the pool.
“Britt, are you okay?” she nearly yelled into Brittany’s face.
“I’m fine!” she yelled back, smiling at Santana’s silliness, but her smile froze when she noticed how terrified Santana looked. Her eyes were wide and pleading, her eyebrows contorted with worry, her chest heaving up and down in fearful pants, and her hand was clutching Brittany to her desperately. “Santana!” Brittany said quickly, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
Santana searched her eyes anxiously, still holding tightly onto her. Her nails were digging little half-moons into her side, but Brittany waited patiently for Santana to calm down and softly brushed her hand over her cheek.
“I wasn’t drowning, San. I was just thinking.”
“At the bottom of the pool?!” Santana squeezed out, her voice an octave too high and a decibel too loud.
“Yes! You know I can hold my breath for, like, forever,” Brittany said with a small reassuring smile. Santana’s frown slowly smoothed out, and her grip softened.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Santana asked one last time.
Brittany nodded confidently. “Definitely. I was just thinking about us being mermaids and how mermaids would have sex and get married and everything. I think they would put shells in their hair for the ceremony, don’t you?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head. Santana let out a sigh of relief.
“Jesus, Britt, don’t ever scare me like that again,” she said, her voice falling with fear at what might have been.
“You know how well I can swim, San,” Brittany chastised softly.
“Maybe you dived and hit your head or something! How could I know!” Santana answered defensively, pulling back slightly. She was feeling a little silly now, but there was no way she was going to let Brittany know that.
“Didn’t happen. I’m fine,” Brittany assured her again. She smiled at Santana’s continued defensive frown, and laughed delicately.
“Don’t laugh! That was not funny!” Santana said angrily, and Brittany pursed her lips to cover her smile. Santana looked away indignantly until she felt Brittany begin to vibrate against her. She looked back at her, and Brittany was shuddering with silent laughter.
“It wasn’t! Stop!” Santana commanded, but Brittany’s smile came out, and suddenly she straight-out giggled. Santana splashed some water at her, but couldn’t help a smile of her own slipping out. Brittany smiled at her delightedly, happy to see Santana had finally given in, and splashed back. Soon, they were splashing each other again, laughing with relief and happiness at finally being reunited after far too long.
Suddenly, when Santana broke out in a grin full of enjoyment and longing, Brittany pulled her against her and pressed her lips against hers tenderly. Santana responded willingly, sighing onto her lips and resting her arms on Brittany’s shoulders as they both tread water. After a few minutes of slow, gentle kissing, Brittany pulled back and smiled at Santana lovingly.
“You were just being silly. You know I’m like a mermaid,” she teased. Santana pushed them both to the side of the pool, and Brittany collided with the side softly.
“My gorgeous, sexy mermaid…” Santana whispered as she kissed gently across Brittany’s neck.
Brittany giggled. “I’m a mermaid, and you’re my dolphin.”
“Dolphin? No way, I’m a shark,” Santana replied sternly, biting playfully on Brittany’s neck to prove her point.
“A gay shark, so a dolphin after all,” Brittany teased, and slid her hands over Santana’s bathing suit to grab her ass. Santana smirked and let Brittany pull her closer, eagerly grinding her hips against her and lifting a leg. Her knee knocked into the side of the pool, but she didn’t mind because Brittany took in a startled breath, which turned into an approving purr.
“You feel so good,” she admitted longingly as she pulled Santana even closer against her. She ran her lips over the brunette’s neck and tasted chlorine, sunblock, and still, underneath it all, the familiar, intoxicating flavor of Santana. She hungered for more, and let out a shuddering breath that mingled warm mist with the lingering sheen of water on Santana’s skin. Santana shivered at the sudden contrast between hot and cold, and slid a hand into the back of Brittany’s long wet locks to pull her lips hungrily against her own.
It was an open-mouthed, needy kiss. Their tongues darted out along their lips, and every time they brushed against each other, both girls took in a shaky breath and pressed forward harder, breathing in each other as though they were drowning and their kiss was air. Brittany sucked Santana’s bottom lip between her own, drawing it slowly between her teeth until Santana whimpered and pressed forward for release. They stole each other’s breath with fluttering lips, teasing tongues, and eyelashes hiding hungry eyes and pulling all their attention to the feel of each other in the water as the water pulsed around their bodies in their movements. It gushed between the brief space between their stomachs as Santana pulled back to grind her leg up against Brittany. Brittany whispered a breathy more. It pulsed behind Brittany’s bare back as Santana pushed her against the pool wall. The stones dug into her skin like lover’s nails, and Brittany smirked at the similarity as Santana dragged her nails over her neck with her free hand. It flowed beneath them as they continued to tread water, Santana’s hand on the edge of the pool the only thing besides their tired muscles holding them high in the water - they were high on each other, and didn’t feel an ounce of exhaustion.
Soon, they were both breathless, kissing with unprecedented desperation. One of them was going to break and do something unexpected and the other was going to moan and Brittany just knew they were both going to love it and -
Suddenly, Santana dropped her hand from the Brittany’s neck and slid it between their bodies, under Brittany’s bikini bottoms. Brittany felt the heat of her fingers in the cold water before she felt the press of them against her clit, and she gasped and let her head fall forward, breaking the kiss. Santana’s uneven breath condensed on her ear as the brunette pulled her closer and kicked water to keep them both afloat. Santana fingers slipped further, into a different kind of wetness - warm, slick, waiting, and completely ready for her. Brittany cried out as Santana entered her, and Santana matched the cry with a whimper of her own as she bit down on Brittany’s neck in her focus to stay keep them both above water and bring Brittany ever higher. Brittany roamed her hands over Santana’s body, silently cursing the sexy bathing suit for limiting her access to all of her, her skin, her body, her very soul as her fingers made their way over everything that was available to touch.
Santana continued to tread water, one hand clamped on the side of the pool, her breath coming in uneven pants as her legs kicked and each desperate movement continued to push her leg against the hand between Brittany’s legs, grinding up into her as Brittany rode up to her impending orgasm with soft moans in a slowly rising crescendo.
“Oh, oohh…” Brittany cried out, letting her head fall back and not even caring that it hit the side of the pool because the pleasure pulsing into her far outweighed any pain. Santana bit her bottom lip and let out a whimper of pleasure at Brittany’s rising delight of her efforts. Brittany pulled her hand away from Santana’s breast, where it had been kneading the nipple through the bathing suit, and brought her hand to the side of the pool to hold herself steady as she started to lose control. Santana smirked as she let herself sacrifice some of the energy she had been spending keeping them both above water to use it to grind her body more insistently against Brittany’s. She increased the rhythm, pressing her palm against Brittany’s clit as she brought her knee up and pushed it up higher. Brittany gasped one final time at the hard push that overloaded her senses, took in a sharp breath, and let it roll out of her as a loud, shuddering series of moans as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her.
A few seconds filled with breathy gasps and throaty cries later, Brittany let her arm slide off the side of the pool and her grip loosened on Santana’s arm, where it had been urging her on as she brought her higher, and, with a goofy grin, she let herself sink underwater. Santana’s fingers slipped out of her, aided by water and the proof of her orgasm, and the brunette raised an amused eyebrow as the Brittany slid under, her blonde hair billowing around her as she hovered a foot or so beneath the surface.
“Brittany?”
A few bubbles and a weak sound of acknowledgement rose out of the water. Santana smiled and let out a delicate laugh.
“Brittany…” she chastised, and grabbed her arm to pull her above water. Brittany resisted and more bubbles floated to the surface, along with a whine of disagreement.
“Get up here!” Santana commanded in a light tone, but Brittany had other plans. Suddenly, she grabbed Santana’s legs and the brunette took in a breath of surprise as Brittany pulled her underwater.
Brittany watched in amusement as Santana’s face emerged underwater, a disapproving frown making her features look darker than normal. Brittany smiled and leaned forward, the water swelling around her face as she moved, and affectionately pressed her lips to Santana’s. The frown smoothed out, and Santana lightly kissed back.
They reemerged still kissing, smiling happily at their solitude and their mutual afterglow of getting to be together after a long day - not to mention the afterglow of Brittany’s orgasm. Their muscles ached from swimming and treading water, Brittany’s back felt tender from pushing against the side of the pool, and the tangles in their hair would be a nightmare later, but they didn’t care because their lips were brushing over each other with a familiar intimacy and unrushed fondness that was melting Brittany slowly so nothing would remain but bubbles and froth on the surface of the water, like the Little Mermaid in that terrible version Santana had made the mistake of reading her one night.
“So this is how mermaids have sex,” Santana murmured jokingly, laughing softly at her own wit. The laugh vibrated on Brittany’s lips, who smirked, and slid her tongue teasingly along Santana’s top lip.
“I wonder how dolphins have sex…” Brittany murmured absentmindedly, and Santana’s eyebrows shot up - a mixture of amusement, and, Brittany was sure, honest curiosity.
“Just like any other mammals, I guess.”
“But they’re all gay. With boy dolphins, it’s pretty obvious, you know, lock-and-key model,” Brittany continued, and Santana giggled at Brittany’s surprisingly lucid logic. “But what about girl dolphins? They don’t have fingers like we do…”
Santana let out a guffaw of surprise. “You did not just compare us, both of us, to dolphins having sex as well, did you? Mermaids, I could live with, but - ”
“No, really, how?” Brittany continued, a troubled, curious frown adorning her features as she pulled back completely from the kiss.
“Does it matter? They do, somehow, end of story. Can we get back to us, as mermaids, please?” Santana pleaded, threading her fingers into Brittany’s hair and leaving small, pecking kisses along her jaw. Brittany tilted her head to give her access, grinning knowingly at Santana’s true intentions. She slid her hands over Santana’s body, her cooling palms instantly warmed by Santana’s eternal body heat, and ran her fingers along the edge of Santana’s bathing suit on her butt. She felt Santana smile against her neck, and whisper triumphantly, “That’s more like it…”
“You’re still a dolphin, though,” Brittany mumbled back, even as she let out a giddy breath at Santana’s skilled lips, finding all the right spots and urging her on as she ran her hands over her body, finding a breast and kneading through the bathing suit.
“Shut up,” Santana grumbled back.
“Hold on,” Brittany replied, and when Santana pulled back to look at her curiously, Brittany lifted her legs and kicked off, hard, from the side of the pool. Santana squeaked in surprise as the water parted for the two of them, and held on, as Brittany had commanded. Brittany’s feet touched the pool bottom, and before their momentum could push Santana underwater, she jumped up and made her way to the shallow end steps. Santana continued to cling to her with arms and legs, like a monkey to its mother, worried Brittany would try to dunk her under or something, but Brittany smiled to reassure her, and slid her hands around Santana to pull her close and kiss her as she continued to wade to the steps.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered warmly, and Santana melted across her, her grip loosening and trusting Brittany to hold her up as she took a careful step up the pool stairs. Water streamed in rivulets down Brittany’s back and legs as she lifted Santana and herself out of the water completely and stepped onto the concrete. The fabric of Santana’s bathing suit squeezed against Brittany’s stomach, pressing out water while droplets from the tips of Santana’s soaked hair dripped and fell on the warm concrete. The sun was setting behind them and the warm red rays shone on Santana’s skin. Brittany brought her lips down to Santana’s collarbone, kissing gently and admiring her bronze complexion with her lips. A breeze had picked up, licking at their damp skin and drenched bikinis, and when Santana shivered slightly, Brittany hefted her closer against her with one arm and picked up her towel from her nearby chair to wrap around her shoulders.
“I was shivering because of your kisses,” Santana mumbled absent-mindedly, and Brittany smiled.
“Oh.”
She slid her hands along Santana’s bare legs, nails leaving thin white tracks along her tan skin, and hooked her fingers into the curve of her knees. Santana took the hint and hooked her feet together, pulling tight and letting out a little whimper when Brittany shifted her body and pressed her hips between Santana’s legs. Brittany smiled at the instant heat she could feel drenching through the previously cool fabric. She tilted up her face and caught Santana’s lips as the brunette continued to let out uneven, breathy whimpers, and kissed the sounds away.
Lips still firmly latched onto Santana’s, biting and teasing and breathing, Brittany fumbled briefly with the door handle to the pool building, but when it gave, she pushed Santana’s back against it and stumbled them both into the cool employee’s lounge. Considering its function, it was a fairly elegant room, with a island counter in the center, a fridge and freezer, complete with ice cube dispenser, a flatscreen TV on the wall, and two beige couches opposite it. Brittany noticed Santana furtively looked around to check that they were alone, and smiled approvingly when Brittany clicked the lock on the door behind them, but otherwise she was as ready as ever. Brittany grinned, and squeezed Santana’s ass again.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Where do you want me to… take you?” Brittany answered, with just enough emphasis on the word take that Santana tightened her legs and canted her hips against her body, the cool of the air-conditioned room and the water remaining on her skin set off by the heat between her legs pressing against Brittany’s hips, and whimpered her approval next to Brittany’s ear.
“Anywhere you want me,” she whispered hoarsely, and flicked out her tongue against the shell of Brittany’s ear. Brittany’s grip tightened as she took in a shaky breath and a familiar heartbeat began pounding between her legs.
She lifted Santana’s body higher, against her, soaking up her heat and eager smile, and then set her on the island counter with a smirk. Santana, suddenly a head higher than Brittany, looked down at her, amused.
“On the counter, huh? I’d almost say, ‘predictable’, but - ”
“Shh. Just wait. Don’t speak,” Brittany commanded, one of her hands sliding between Santana’s legs and pressing sharply to quiet her. Santana’s quick intake of breath was a welcome sound.
Slowly, Brittany ran her hands from Santana’s knees to the inside of her thighs. Her hands moved like water over sand, flowing easily, rhythmically, molding the soft texture with her touch, and bringing out shivers in response. She brushed the skin between her thighs teasingly, but, though Santana’s hips jolted up encouragingly, suggestively, didn’t press closer. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her bathing suit, and she followed it curve around to the back, slipping beneath and exposing a thin strip of untanned skin to flow her fingers over. Her hands molded higher, along the curve of Santana’s hips, quivering with her touch, even through the bathing suit; to the rhythmic rising and falling of her stomach as she breathed shallowly, waiting with uneven breath for more; along the swell of her breasts, where she lingered for a moment longer, her hands curving of their own accord. Santana’s nipples pressed rigidly against her hands as she arched her body into Brittany’s touch. Brittany knew she wanted, needed, yearned for more, to feel her touch against her bare skin, but Brittany waited, bringing Santana higher with slow, suggestive brushes of her hands rather than keen, eager kisses or movements of her body.
She took her time. The kiss and sex in the pool had been rushed and needy, a release from the hours of separation and endless teasing, and had yielded instant, exquisite gratification, but Brittany wanted to make this different. She’d been admiring, adoring, near-revering Santana’s flawless form all day, and she wanted to take her time, renew her knowledge, rediscover the places that made Santana breathless and the spots that made her reach out and grasp the air, the counter, or Brittany, any part of her that she could reach, desperate to hold on to anything before the pleasure bringing her up overwhelmed her and lifted her body off the counter.
Her hands slid higher, mirroring each other as they traced along Santana’s cleavage. Then she pressed her own body close. Santana’s cold bathing suit left wet imprints along her stomach and chest, and the heat between her legs made her abs tighten lustily, but the light press of her body against her made Santana tense expectantly. Brittany tugged on the strap of Santana’s bathing suit, and slipped it off her shoulder. Santana let out a shuddering, eager breath she hadn’t known she was holding, and Brittany smiled in triumph how one small action could unwind Santana just enough to make her breathless.
“Britt,” Santana breathed, and Brittany smiled again.
The strap of Santana’s bathing suit slipped lower on her shoulder, and Brittany pulled the other one down. Santana looked down at Brittany hopefully, and Brittany leaned up and lightly pressed her lips against hers, a slow, lingering kiss. She could feel Santana holding back, holding in from her need to press down hard, slip forward her tongue, and set her own pace, but she let Brittany kiss her gently, and instead her hands came to Brittany’s neck and tenderly drew circles over her skin.
Brittany moved her lips to Santana’s jaw, leaving wet kisses along it, down the curve of her neck, and to her earlobe, where she pulled the soft piece of flesh between her lips and flicked her tongue out against it. Santana breathed out, and her nails dug lightly into Brittany’s skin.
She moved lower still, dragging the straps of her bathing suit down as she simultaneously kissed along her neck, her collarbone, the swelling curve of her breast. The fabric pulled down further, and Santana eagerly took her arms out of the loops. She rested her hands at the back of Brittany’s neck again as the blonde breathed out hotly against the sensitive skin of Santana’s nipple, flicking her tongue out now and then, but never closing around it. With a desperate whine, Santana pulled Brittany’s face down against her and arched into her lips, and Brittany sucked her nipple into her mouth.
She pulled the sensitive nub between her lips, grazed her teeth over it, and brought her hand to the curve of her breast to simultaneously massage her breast. Santana let out a small cry of enjoyment, and with an impish smirk, Brittany moved on.
“Britt,” Santana whined again and threaded her fingers into the blonde curls at the back of her neck.
“Mmm?” Brittany answered innocently, smiling knowingly as she bunched up the bathing suit on Santana’s hips and kissed along the plane of her abdomen.
Santana’s answer came as a frantic, breathy plea. “Stop… stop teasing. Please.”
Brittany gave in to Santana’s desperate request. She threw the towel that had slipped down on the counter to the waiting couch, and lifted Santana off the counter. In a few quick steps, she was at the couch, let Santana fall, and pressed her own body down onto the brunette’s. Santana let out a cry of surprise and pleasure, and hooked her arms around Brittany’s body to undo her bikini, but Brittany was faster. She grabbed Santana’s hands and pressed them together above her head. Santana looked up at her with curiosity and burning desire.
“What - ”
“Shh...” Brittany murmured quickly, and kissed along Santana’s neck as the girl whined her longing. She dragged her tongue higher, along the shell of her ear, and whispered huskily, “Don’t move.”
She released her hands and waited expectantly, but Santana followed her command. Brittany could see her struggling internally to stay still, pressing her lips together and continuously letting out weak, breathless pants and squeaks, but she yielded to Brittany’s wishes, and Brittany smiled.
She slid her hands along the plane of Santana’s abdomen, pressing on the dip by her hipbones deliberately (Santana’s body tensed underneath her touch), and then slowly slid her bathing suit off her body completely. It landed on the tile with an almost indecent squishing sound, and Santana had to press her lips together even harder not to giggle. Brittany smiled at her, admiring her naked body, and motioned her to stay.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” Santana mumbled lustily as Brittany walked past her and briefly bent down to run a finger teasingly from the inside of Santana’s thigh to her lips, careful to avoid the tender spots Santana ached for her to touch. Santana let out a shaky sigh, and followed Brittany’s movements as she opened the employee freezer.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting something. I wonder if they still have them…” Brittany mumbled absent-mindedly as she rummaged around in the freezer. Goosebumps rose on her skin as the cold air rushed at her.
“You’re getting something to eat? Right now?” Santana asked incredulously.
“Sort of…”
“No! Come back here and get me off!” Santana demanded, bringing her hands down and lifting herself up off the couch. Brittany peeked her head around the freezer door and smiled at Santana’s challenging, fuming expression.
“Shh. I told you I wouldn’t leave until I did. Lay down.” She motioned with her hand, and with a sigh of aroused irritation, Santana did.
A few seconds later, Brittany emerged triumphant from the misty freezer, clutching a salt-water taffee popsicle and smiling mischievously. She was sure it was her impish grin that stopped whatever annoyed retort Santana had waiting, because the brunette bit her tongue and raised an eyebrow in apprehensive curiosity.
“What are you planning?”
Brittany’s grin widened, and she took a few steps closer as she tore the wrapping off. She saw Santana gazing at her with interest, following her movements as she brought the popsicle to her lips and enveloped it.
“That is strangely… hot…” Santana mumbled, and continued to stare. Brittany smiled seductively and slid the tip of her tongue over the popsicle. Santana let out a trembling breath and licked her own lips. Brittany ambled closer, lifted a leg over Santana’s naked body, and straddled her hips. With her free hand, she pressed Santana’s hands back above her head, and Santana clamped them together to resist resisting Brittany’s commanding pressure.
Santana wasn’t the only one giddy with anticipation. Brittany licked her own lips, tasting the salt-water popsicle and briefly falling back into her fantasy of underwater life and mermaid forests before bringing herself back and grinding down faintly onto Santana’s hips to show the brunette she wasn’t the only one wanting more. Santana’s eyes widened as the wet heat pressing on hips, and whined pleadingly.
“Britt, baby, please…”
“Shh,” Brittany replied for the umpteenth time, but for once, she didn’t keep Santana waiting. She bent herself over her, kissing her neck with lips cooled by the icecream, and simultaneously slid her free hand over Santana’s slit and swiftly pressed two fingers inside her. Santana gasped and lifted her hips up to meet Brittany’s hand.
“Yesss…” Santana let out encouragingly, her eyes closing and waiting hopefully for more. Brittany almost felt bad for her as she slipped her fingers out and fluttered them around her opening, never quite entering. When Santana got the gist of what she was doing, she let out a squeak of despair and grabbed Brittany’s wrist to push her back in. Brittany resisted.
“Britt, come on, how can you - just, please, I need you, need something, please,” Santana whispered. “I’m fucking saying please…” she finished lamely, as though the magic word would miraculously stop Brittany from teasing her, building her up so exquisitely slowly that she was pining for her, honest to god, aching to be touched.
“Just wait,” Brittany hushed, flicking her tongue over Santana’s neck while the brunette writhed beneath her.
“I don’t want to wait anymore! I’ve waited all day!” she whined, and renewed her efforts to urge Brittany’s fingers where she wanted them.
“It’ll be worth it, babe,” Brittany whispered throatily. Suddenly, she brought the hand holding the ice-cream down to Santana’s skin and slid it along the curve of her neck. Santana gasped at the sudden cold, and stilled her hands. Brittany felt her waiting with bated breath, and she smiled as brought her lips down and licked across the trail the ice-cream had left. “I promise.”
Finally, Santana laid quietly beneath her, waiting, hoping, still breathing shallowly and biting her lip to keep from saying something she had realized she might come to regret, but motionless and submissive nonetheless.
Brittany slid the ice-cream up, pressing it against Santana’s pulse point and closing her lips over it seconds later. Santana shivered at the combined sensations of hot and cold, and turned her face to give Brittany better access. She freed Brittany’s hand and let her hands fall to her sides.
Brittany bit off a piece of the ice-cream and held it at the front of her lips as she dragged them across Santana’s collarbone, down to a waiting, contracted nipple. Santana let out an unexpected, uncontrolled keen of surprise at the completely new sensation as Brittany pushed the piece of sweet-and-salty ice-cream with her tongue across Santana’s sensitive skin. The ice-cream melted in the combined heat of her mouth and Santana’s burning skin, and Brittany licked it up eagerly. A trail of it escaped her mouth and dripped along the curve of Santana’s breast, and she swiftly brought her tongue to the drop and licked up the saccharine path. Santana shivered again. Brittany could feel her body humming with desire beneath her, and the fingers of her free hand dipped experimentally to find more heat and wetness than before; she smirked jubilantly.
She bit off another piece of ice, and lavished attention to Santana’s other breast while she drew lazy circles with the popsicle over Santana’s stomach. She dipped the ice-cream into Santana’s bellybutton just as she lightly grazed her teeth over an ice-cream-cooled nipple, and Santana cried out.
“Holy shit, Britt, you have no idea how amazing that feels,” she whispered breathlessly, and slid her free hands over Brittany’s bare thighs, yearning to touch her. Brittany let her.
The popsicle was melting, and she took it into her mouth, making sure Santana could see her do it. The brunette watched with wide, eager eyes, and moved her hands higher on Brittany’s body as Brittany slid down and licked up the drying path on Santana’s stomach.
“Now you taste like a dolphin,” Brittany mused absent-mindedly as she lapped up the salty ice-cream trail. Santana’s abs began to quiver beneath her, and Brittany looked up curiously to see her biting her lip to keep from laughing. Santana saw her looking, and couldn’t hold it in - she giggled gleefully.
“What?” Brittany asked, blushing slightly when Santana laughed harder at Brittany’s innocently confused expression.
“It’s just… you’re so weird sometimes!” Santana let out with a high-spirited giggle, trembling beneath Brittany with suppressed laughter.
“Weird, huh?” Brittany narrowed her eyes playfully, and suddenly, as Santana started to take in a breath to keep laughing, she pressed her fingers into her and slid the popsicle lower, achingly close to her clit. The combined sensations shut Santana up instantly, and her breath to regain air to laugh turned into an animated gasp to let out a cry of pleasure. Brittany smirked smugly as Santana’s nails dug into her skin and she pushed her hips up into Brittany’s hand.
“Would you like to revise that statement?” she suggested haughtily, and scissored her fingers inside her. Santana shook her head ‘no’, but continued to grind up, searching for friction and breathing shallowly.
“Are you sure?” she urged again, and slid her fingers out slightly. The popsicle continued to melt; some of the juices slid in thin tracks over and along Santana’s clit, and she squirmed beneath Brittany. She shook her head again, a measure of desperation creeping into her movements as she bit her lip to keep control.
“What am I?”
Brittany pressed her thumb onto Santana’s saccharine-soaked clit, and she broke.
“You’re hot, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, mermaid,” Santana cried desperately, spitting out the first words that came to her. Brittany couldn’t help giggling at the strange combination.
“Who’s weird now?” she teased, but Santana barely heard her amidst her own desperate pleas.
“Brittany, babe, oh, please, please, I can’t, just can’t - please!” Her pleas crescendoed until Brittany, mercifully, pressed her fingers back inside her and Santana keened her thankfulness with a throaty cry.
Brittany shimmied down Santana’s body as she continued to move her fingers and Santana thrust her hips up to meet her rhythm, and then slowly closed her lips over Santana’s clit. Her mouth was on fire with the surprising, delicious taste: undoubtedly Santana mixed wonderfully with salt-water taffee ice-cream. She would have to try this more often.
Santana grinded her hips up to meet Brittany’s lips, and Brittany flicked her tongue out against the sensitive nub. The ice-cream continued to melt, lending its cold, slick juices to Brittany’s tastebuds and Santana’s sensitive skin as it dripped down. Brittany slid the ice-cream further down, briefly relented from her attention at Santana’s clit to bite off a piece of the popsicle, and then closed her mouth around Santana’s clit again. Santana cried out at the nearly painful cold, quickly soothed by Brittany’s hot lips and gentle tongue. She buried her fingers in Brittany’s hair and raised her hips to meet the blonde’s mouth as Brittany juggled the piece of ice in her mouth, brushing it past Santana’s clit as her tongue continued to flick out against it and her fingers bent deeper within her.
Santana was losing it - slowly, surely, wonderfully being overwhelmed with pleasure, but losing it nonetheless. She cried Brittany’s name every time she flicked her tongue out against her, let out breathless gasps in rhythm to Brittany’s fingers as they continued to thrust inside her, and yelped in delighted surprise when the piece of ice slid against her heated skin.
Soon, the ice was completely melted, and Brittany slid the last piece of the popsicle still clinging to the stick between Santana’s glossy folds. She decreased the rhythm of her fingers when Santana cried out in ecstatic amazement as jolts of pleasure shot through her at the sensation of hot and cold, hot and cold, as Brittany replaced the ice-cream with her tongue, lapping up the combined taste of Santana and sea-salt and gently but insistently bringing Santana higher. Hot, cold, hot, cold - Santana couldn’t decide which made her cry out louder, but cry out she did, until suddenly the ice-cream was completely melted, and Brittany reestablished her rhythm and pulled her clit into her mouth simultaneously, and Santana cried out louder than ever as she came undone.
Breathless moans left her body while she quivered with her orgasm, her eyes shut tightly and her hands clutching Brittany’s locks as she raised her hips off the couch and gave in to the rising ecstasy. The overwhelming pleasure coursed through her body, filling every pore and crevice to insurmountable completeness, and Santana forgot all thoughts of an outside world and thought of nothing else but Brittany and her skilled tongue and tender fingers and loving lips and beautiful body as she let out a heartfelt, gasping admission of love.
Brittany continued to work her mouth and fingers until Santana’s cries subsided into subdued, satisfied whimpers, her grip loosened, and her hips molded back into the soft couch, muscles slack and exhausted, and Brittany pulled away with a fulfilled, loving smile. She didn’t need to echo what Santana had admitted in her climax; if Santana didn’t know she felt the same way by now, Brittany wouldn’t know if she ever would. I love you, she simply thought, and when Santana opened her eyes, she wondered if she had said it out loud, because the brunette broke into a delighted, dazzling smile, and tugged on her arm to bring her closer. Brittany followed the movement, and kissed her way up.
“You’re all sticky,” she muttered against Santana’s bellybutton as she dipped her tongue into it and licked away any remaining, drying spots of ice-cream.
“So worth it,” Santana replied lazily, her face relaxed into a contented smile and her eyes half-closed as she let her mind retrace the steps that led to the intensely satisfying finale to a long, arduous day.
“I told you,” Brittany reminded her with a smile as she spangled Santana’s neck with gentle kisses and let her body slowly melt onto the brunette’s. They took in a simultaneous breath that pressed their bodies together, and then let it out as a blissful sigh of contentment - which quickly turned into a shared giggle and elated laugh. They settled in to each other, briefly dozing and letting their bodies cool from their heightened state.
“I want to watch The Little Mermaid,” Brittany piped up suddenly. She couldn’t help that, even after everything, mermaids were still on her mind.
Santana laughed gently and pressed a tender kiss to Brittany’s temple. “Sure, Britt. Whatever you want.”
Fin
A/N: Because it’s so long and I took days to write it, I’m uncertain if it all held together well, or if the length is distracting from the content. Now that I’m writing more, and, I’m assuming, more people are reading, I’m suddenly eager for any ways to improve my writing, comparing myself to other writers and other styles. Too much detail? Too much funny, not enough hot, or the other way around? Let me know what you think, and I’ll watch for it in the future!