fic: Te Quiero
Title: Te Quiero
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Santana (I think I love this pairing as much as Faberry now.)
Prompt(s): Glee, Brittany/Santana, salsa dancing
Summary: Salsa dancing is all about rhythm.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This was written for the porn battle of course. It's a sequel to Playing Cowgirls and Indians. Hope you enjoy.
Santana concentrated on the gyrating hips before her as the beat of Jennifer Lopez's "Let's Get Loud" beat against the wall. Brittany's moves were graceful and sexy and Santana felt insecurity settle over her skin making it feel tight.
"It's like this, one and two and three and four...five and six...seven and...eight." Brittany counted the steps out making it seem as easy as making a sandwich.
Santana tried to copy the moves, but stumbled over her feet. She was never going to get this and it was a little embarrassing to be the only person in her family to not be able to salsa. Even Brittany could do it and Santana was the Latin one.
Blue eyes observed her silently. "You're way too stiff," the blonde said as she finished. "This isn't a cheer routine, S. You don't have to be so rigid. Salsa is all about feeling the music." She restarted the song on the iPod dock before moving around to Santana's back. She grabbed her hips and Santana gasped.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh...just move with me." Brittany pressed against her back and Santana thought that she might faint. They swayed and moved together, Brittany's hips bumping and grinding against backside. It was wreaking havoc on her senses.
This wasn't new to Santana, her reaction to the blonde. It had been going on for the past month. Ever since that night at Puck's party when they'd drunkenly hooked up in the laundry room. Neither of them had spoken of the incident since. In fact, Santana had feigned ignorance the next day, playing up a non-existent hangover. But she hadn't been hung over. In fact she'd only had two drinks and had been pretty sober as the blonde had gone down on her atop the washing machine.
When Brittany hadn't brought it up either, Santana had chocked it up to a drunken mistake on the blonde's part, but that didn't stop Santana from seeing her. She'd taken one look at Brittany that next morning, curled up on the normally vacant side of her bed and she hadn't been able to see anything else. Now the girl's hands were traveling up her body and she tingled everywhere. An involuntary moan escaped and her eyes snapped up to the blue ones above her. There was something unreadable in Brittany's gaze and she stepped back.
"Are you okay?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah," Santana croaked before clearing her throat. "I'm fine."
Brittany stared at her, but said nothing. She nodded. "Try it again."
The music started again and Santana took a few calming breaths. This time she moved a little more freely and stumbled less, taking Brittany's words to heart and trying not to turn it into a Cheerio routine.
"Better," Brittany said with a smile. "There's just one part right here." Brittany demonstrated and Santana eyes traveled up her flat stomach to the red sports bra she was sporting. Nipples poked through just enough to cause Santana to stifle a groan.
She blushed when she caught the blonde looking at her expectantly. She ducked her head and did the move, nearly falling. A strong grip steadied her before spinning her around. Brittany pressed her body even closer to her. "Think of it like having sex. It's all about rhythm." The warmth of the blonde's breath danced over her ear and Santana bit her lip. Her head fell back against Brittany's shoulder and she turned into her, breathing in the scent of sweat and Dove shampoo. God Brittany smelled good, she thought as she let her tongue flick out and taste the salty skin.
This time the moan wasn't from her.
They pulled apart, eying one another suspiciously. So many unsaid things hung between them and it made the air tense and heavy. Santana decided to take matters in her own hands. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's neck. She whimpered as their mouths met. The kiss was sloppy and hungry and Santana pushed against her, not stopping until she managed to push Brittany down on her bed. Straddling her hips, she pulled the blonde forward, removing the red bra quickly. Her mouth was on Brittany instantly, kissing every bit of flesh she could manage before she rolled her tongue over the rapidly hardening peak. She might not be good at salsa dancing, but she could roll her "r's" with the best of them and she figured that somehow would work in her favor right now.
Her mouth and hand alternated small, but pert breasts until Brittany was making that delicious humming noise in the back of her throat that had driven Santana crazy the first time they were together. Her hips were bucking insistently beneath Santana's. The brunette slid back, standing as she tugged at waist of Brittany's dance pants. She made sure to hook the blonde's pants with her fingers, not wanting to waste anymore time than they already had in the last month.
She sank to her knees, moving her hands up to spread Brittany's thighs. She'd daydreamed about doing this a lot over the last month, probably more than was healthy, but she couldn't seem to help it. As Brittany lay exposed before her, Santana thought that her day dreams had even come close to the beauty before her. She placed a tentative kiss to the wet, red flesh, enjoying the heady scent of Brittany's arousal and throbbing at the thought the it was because of her that Brittany was so wet. She moved her tongue slowly, trying to recall all of the things that Brittany had done to her that night that had driven her crazy.
She open her mouth wide, sucking greedily as she applied her tongue and teeth to Brittany's clit. Above her, the blonde moaned and thrashed about on the bed. She rolled her hips and Santana grinned as she recalled the other girl's earlier words about sex having a rhythm. Brittany's moans started coming out in pants and Santana slid first two than three fingers deep into the girl, curling them ruthlessly and pressing down until Brittany shouted out her release.
Santana moved up the blonde's bed, lying beside her as she came back down. Blue eyes blinked open before settling on Santana face. She reached out and stroked the taller girls flushed cheek.
"Hi," Brittany whispered shyly.
"Hi," Santana whispered back.
And things were off to a very beautiful beginning.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Santana (I think I love this pairing as much as Faberry now.)
Prompt(s): Glee, Brittany/Santana, salsa dancing
Summary: Salsa dancing is all about rhythm.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This was written for the porn battle of course. It's a sequel to Playing Cowgirls and Indians. Hope you enjoy.
Santana concentrated on the gyrating hips before her as the beat of Jennifer Lopez's "Let's Get Loud" beat against the wall. Brittany's moves were graceful and sexy and Santana felt insecurity settle over her skin making it feel tight.
"It's like this, one and two and three and four...five and six...seven and...eight." Brittany counted the steps out making it seem as easy as making a sandwich.
Santana tried to copy the moves, but stumbled over her feet. She was never going to get this and it was a little embarrassing to be the only person in her family to not be able to salsa. Even Brittany could do it and Santana was the Latin one.
Blue eyes observed her silently. "You're way too stiff," the blonde said as she finished. "This isn't a cheer routine, S. You don't have to be so rigid. Salsa is all about feeling the music." She restarted the song on the iPod dock before moving around to Santana's back. She grabbed her hips and Santana gasped.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh...just move with me." Brittany pressed against her back and Santana thought that she might faint. They swayed and moved together, Brittany's hips bumping and grinding against backside. It was wreaking havoc on her senses.
This wasn't new to Santana, her reaction to the blonde. It had been going on for the past month. Ever since that night at Puck's party when they'd drunkenly hooked up in the laundry room. Neither of them had spoken of the incident since. In fact, Santana had feigned ignorance the next day, playing up a non-existent hangover. But she hadn't been hung over. In fact she'd only had two drinks and had been pretty sober as the blonde had gone down on her atop the washing machine.
When Brittany hadn't brought it up either, Santana had chocked it up to a drunken mistake on the blonde's part, but that didn't stop Santana from seeing her. She'd taken one look at Brittany that next morning, curled up on the normally vacant side of her bed and she hadn't been able to see anything else. Now the girl's hands were traveling up her body and she tingled everywhere. An involuntary moan escaped and her eyes snapped up to the blue ones above her. There was something unreadable in Brittany's gaze and she stepped back.
"Are you okay?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah," Santana croaked before clearing her throat. "I'm fine."
Brittany stared at her, but said nothing. She nodded. "Try it again."
The music started again and Santana took a few calming breaths. This time she moved a little more freely and stumbled less, taking Brittany's words to heart and trying not to turn it into a Cheerio routine.
"Better," Brittany said with a smile. "There's just one part right here." Brittany demonstrated and Santana eyes traveled up her flat stomach to the red sports bra she was sporting. Nipples poked through just enough to cause Santana to stifle a groan.
She blushed when she caught the blonde looking at her expectantly. She ducked her head and did the move, nearly falling. A strong grip steadied her before spinning her around. Brittany pressed her body even closer to her. "Think of it like having sex. It's all about rhythm." The warmth of the blonde's breath danced over her ear and Santana bit her lip. Her head fell back against Brittany's shoulder and she turned into her, breathing in the scent of sweat and Dove shampoo. God Brittany smelled good, she thought as she let her tongue flick out and taste the salty skin.
This time the moan wasn't from her.
They pulled apart, eying one another suspiciously. So many unsaid things hung between them and it made the air tense and heavy. Santana decided to take matters in her own hands. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's neck. She whimpered as their mouths met. The kiss was sloppy and hungry and Santana pushed against her, not stopping until she managed to push Brittany down on her bed. Straddling her hips, she pulled the blonde forward, removing the red bra quickly. Her mouth was on Brittany instantly, kissing every bit of flesh she could manage before she rolled her tongue over the rapidly hardening peak. She might not be good at salsa dancing, but she could roll her "r's" with the best of them and she figured that somehow would work in her favor right now.
Her mouth and hand alternated small, but pert breasts until Brittany was making that delicious humming noise in the back of her throat that had driven Santana crazy the first time they were together. Her hips were bucking insistently beneath Santana's. The brunette slid back, standing as she tugged at waist of Brittany's dance pants. She made sure to hook the blonde's pants with her fingers, not wanting to waste anymore time than they already had in the last month.
She sank to her knees, moving her hands up to spread Brittany's thighs. She'd daydreamed about doing this a lot over the last month, probably more than was healthy, but she couldn't seem to help it. As Brittany lay exposed before her, Santana thought that her day dreams had even come close to the beauty before her. She placed a tentative kiss to the wet, red flesh, enjoying the heady scent of Brittany's arousal and throbbing at the thought the it was because of her that Brittany was so wet. She moved her tongue slowly, trying to recall all of the things that Brittany had done to her that night that had driven her crazy.
She open her mouth wide, sucking greedily as she applied her tongue and teeth to Brittany's clit. Above her, the blonde moaned and thrashed about on the bed. She rolled her hips and Santana grinned as she recalled the other girl's earlier words about sex having a rhythm. Brittany's moans started coming out in pants and Santana slid first two than three fingers deep into the girl, curling them ruthlessly and pressing down until Brittany shouted out her release.
Santana moved up the blonde's bed, lying beside her as she came back down. Blue eyes blinked open before settling on Santana face. She reached out and stroked the taller girls flushed cheek.
"Hi," Brittany whispered shyly.
"Hi," Santana whispered back.
And things were off to a very beautiful beginning.