She's A Charmer - Ch. 2
Title: She's A Charmer
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: R
Pairings: Brittany/Santana. Slight Puck/Quinn. Mention of Sam/Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU-ish. Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
Summary: She knew Santana was a lot of things. A tease, a flirt, a bit of a slut, and a whole lot of bitch. But Brittany never expected Santana could ever be, even with their constant and mostly harmless flirting, anything more than her best friend.
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"This is so lame." A scowl graced her gorgeous features, a slur biting at her words. Her dark eyes glassy and unfocused with intoxication.
Brittany tipped back the last gulp of her drink with a nod. "Super lame."
Santana's scowl deepened when she noticed, not for the first time that night, some sleazy grinning idiot heading in her direction. She latched her hand around Brittany's bicep and managed to tug her hastily toward the mass of throbbing bodies in what she supposed was the living room before the wannabe Casanova could make it across the room. She bit out a disgruntled response at Brittany's curious gaze. "Dance with me."
Brittany caught the boy staring Santana down with a look of pure, undiluted desire and resisted the urge to laugh. She loved her best friend to death but the brunette just seemed to be a magnet for trouble. "Another admirer?"
"Brittany if you don't start fucking dancing with me that idiot," The dark haired beauty whispered irately, glare shifting pointedly to the boy. "Is going to come over here and-"
Brittany snatched the brunette's drink away and downed it in quick succession. She tossed the empty plastic cup over her shoulder, only mildly aware of someone cursing behind her.
"What the fuck are you-"
"Shuddup." The tall blonde pressed a finger to Santana's full lips. She ran her finger slowly, temptingly down across the brunette's chin. Along her neck and collarbone. Landing between Santana's ample display of cleavage and hooking into the low cut collar of her top. Brittany winked as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music. Pulled Santana closer, stringing her along. She lifted her free hand to Santana's dark hair, lacing her fingers in thick wavy tresses. Leaning into the brunette, whispering invitingly into her ear. "Let's play a game, San."
She arched into Brittany's touch. Body swaying to the rhythm of its own accord. Senses heady and head filled with the thirst of the challenge. "Oh, you know I can't refuse a challenge."
Brittany's grin deepened. "I bet you he comes over before the end of the song."
"And I bet he runs to the nearest bathroom to jack off to the hotness we're about to throw down right now." The brunette met Brittany's cute little look of disgust with a smug grin. "I thought you were the one who liked boys, B."
Brittany rolled her bright blue eyes. "There's a reason I like girls too, San."
"Right." The brunette chuckled throatily, hot breath brushing against Brittany's lips and sending a shiver of anticipation down the blonde's spine. "Rules?"
The taller girl licked her bottom lip distractedly, darkening gaze shifting between Santana's full lips and hazy chocolate eyes. "No kissing. No hands in naughty places. No-"
"But I like hands in naughty places." The dark haired vixen drawled. Hand trailing down the blonde's spine, stopping at her ass, and squeezing the supple flesh to prove her point.
Brittany nearly growled at the attention, her pale skin instantly flushing. She glared down at Santana as she removed the brunette's offending hand. Her sapphire eyes twinkled playfully. The blonde nipped roughly at Santana's cheek. "Bad Santana."
"No biting." The caramel skinned woman pinched the blonde's side. Displeased glare boring deviously into baby blues.
"As I was saying. No kissing, no hands in naughty places, no biting, and absolutely no hair pulling."
"Deal." Santana smirked, spared a sideways glance at the gawking boy, and rolled her hips against Brittany's. Giggling when the blonde released a groan. "Now play with me."
"You're an ass." There was a line, she acknowledged somewhere in the back of her hazy mind, that she and Santana had never crossed.
"Mmm. I love this song." The brunette moaned hotly against her best friend's ear. She slipped her hands beneath the blonde's top, running manicured nails lightly against the sensitive skin of Brittany's back. Urging the dancer closer. Hips undulating to the beat. Dark eyes lost to fluttering lashes and body possessed by the pulsing rhythm.
Brittany grunted in response. Striking sapphire orbs drinking in the sight of the smaller woman. Drinking in the intoxicating scent of her. The exotic features and sensual movements. The blonde pressed impossibly close, breath ghosting against Santana's bared neck as they swayed to the music. She trailed her fingers loosely through dark tresses, uncovered more delectable skin, and nuzzled distractedly into Santana's heated flesh. The spicy smell of the brunette's perfume sent her head spinning and conjured a rumbling growl from her tightening chest.
Santana smirked at the sound. She eased a bare thigh between Brittany's legs, never losing the rhythm as a strained whimper emitted from the blonde's parted lips. The sound disappearing into the crook of the dark haired vixen's neck. Santana rocked her hips devilishly, delighting in the obvious heat seeping through Brittany's jean shorts and against her thigh. She chuckled throatily into the blonde's hair. "Someone's excited."
"I… uhn…" The dark flush against Brittany's cheeks ran across her chest and to the tips of her ears where the pounding of blood rushing through her veins seemed to overshadow the erratic beat of the music. She could feel the sticky flood of arousal coating her underwear and she was sure Santana could feel the scorching heat against her intruding thigh. Brittany grappled with speech. Her words came out far too breathy for her liking. "Maybe we should slow down?"
Santana complied, thrillingly vicious gleam never leaving her eyes. Her movements slowed against the taller girl. Achingly slow. Each curve and dip and thrust was meant to tease, to provoke, to fuel the alluring fire flickering beneath Brittany's overheated skin. Santana knew exactly what she was doing and she knew exactly who she was not supposed to be doing it with. Yet when her gaze brushed flirtatiously over Brittany's, all comprehension of boundaries and consequences seemed to slip away from the brunette. Seemed to disappear and make way for the scorching trail of her greedy hands along Brittany's arms. For the lustful intent, usually reserved for one of her countless flings, to etch across her gorgeous features in the most enticing of ways. For the natural rasp of her voice to travel from pouty lips and into a blushing ear. Husked moans of words flowing like molten desire into her best friend's knotted stomach.
"Good idea, Britt." Santana chuckled throatily. "I think I like slow."
Brittany's fingers dug roughly into Santana's shoulders and she sucked in a sharp breath.
The dark haired girl smirked. Exhilarated and thoroughly satisfied with the affect she was having on Brittany. She spun around in the blonde's arms, pressing her backside suggestively into Brittany's crotch before dropping to the floor in a swift motion. Nails raking against Brittany's thighs as she eased herself back into a standing position. She could feel supple breasts pressing into her back, nipples hardening beneath thin fabric.
"How long has it been, hm?" Santana's sultry stare locked with Brittany's perplexed sapphire orbs. Arm reaching behind her, hand curling around the back of Brittany's neck, bringing the taller girl's lips scandalously close to her own. "Since you've been with a woman?"
Brittany swallowed the curious lump in her throat. Eyes trailing to the ample amount of cleavage their position afforded her with. She knew Santana was a lot of things. A tease, a flirt, a bit of a slut, and a whole lot of bitch. But Brittany never expected Santana could ever be, even with their constant and mostly harmless flirting, anything more than her best friend. The blonde's head was spinning with the possibilities. Her body aching with the urge to know Santana in ways she had never even thought of before. Brittany's mouth was moving before she could even think of anything to say. "Why? You offering to refresh my memory?"
Santana could feel the heat encompassing her, sending tingles of desire shooting up her spine. She grinded roughly against Brittany. Leaned her head back against the taller girl's shoulder. Grabbed a hold of the blonde's hand, placing it against her hip. Sliding along the coarse fabric of her too short skirt, over her hip, along the hem. "Sounds much, much better than wasting any more time at this weak excuse for a party."
"What about our game?" The taller girl ran her free hand up along Santana's side. Fingers toying with brunette's tight top and dangerously close to the side of her breast.
The dark haired girl growled, features twisting into an erotically menacing scowl. She whirled around in Brittany's arms. Fingers twined tightly in blonde hair as they tugged harshly, lips meeting. Santana's hands moved to Brittany's ass, pulling the blonde closer. She nipped playfully at Brittany's bottom lip before detangling herself from the blonde. An arrogant grin taking full lips.
"Oh, would you look at that. I broke all the rules." Santana's grin worsened. "Guess you win, Britt." The brunette tilted her head invitingly. "Ready for your prize?"
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Brittany ambled cautiously over to where her best friend was sitting. She felt a curious pang of uneasiness settle in the pit of her stomach when she took the empty seat next to Santana and their gazes locked. The brunette's calculating stare kept Brittany silent.
Santana opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it, and pursed her lips.
Blue eyes dulled, hints of a frown tugging at glossed lips. Brittany broke their intense stare. Taking a moment to calm her confusing thoughts and stirring desire. She fiddled anxiously with her binder. Built up the courage to face Santana once more. Strained grin sliding uncomfortably across her lips. "Hey, San."
"Britt..." The harsh lump in her throat felt like a hand full of gravel. She licked her lips and pushed forward. "We slept together."
Brittany's eyes shifted nervously, smile fading. "I know. You left your underwear on my dining room table."
"You tore them off!" Santana whispered harshly, glare roving the room cautiously. The instant she realized what she said a deep scarlet flush seeped across her cheeks.
"Oh..." A flash of Santana pinned across the dining room table and writhing impatiently beneath her flittered devilishly across Brittany's foggy mind. The gorgeous blonde rubbed at the back of her neck and clenched her thighs together. "Sorry."
Swirling coffee tinted orbs caught sight of the half hidden mark at Brittany's collarbone and Santana's thoughts phased to the pure debauchery of last night's treacherous affair. To the delicious feel of Brittany's slick skin against her greedy lips and eager tongue. Brittany's feverish flesh pliant against her ravaging, ravenous touch. And oh god... she shouldn't be thinking about Brittany the way she was. She admonished herself for the forbidden somersaults dancing in her stomach, the sudden racing of her heart, the buzzing at her fingertips screaming for Santana to reach out and touch Brittany lest she lose her slipping sanity.
"Look," Santana snapped. She damned the wild thudding of her heart when her gaze caught a hold of Brittany's. Drowning in the inviting swirl of alluring sapphire. "Let's just pretend last night never happened."
Brittany fiddled nervously with the hem of her cheer skirt. She resisted the urge to agree with Santana. She couldn't just forget it ever happened. She couldn't look Santana in the eyes again without picturing that wild look as the brunette came undone. She couldn't touch Santana without remembering the feel of that tempting caramel skin prickling excitedly at her fingertips. She couldn't be within ten feet of Santana without wanting her the way best friends shouldn't want one another.
"San…" Brittany battled with the words waiting so patiently at the forefront of her mind. "I think we need to talk about this."
"Well, I don't." Santana dropped her textbook onto her desk, turning away from Brittany in favor of sifting irately through the pages.
Brittany placed her hand over the open textbook. Making Santana cease her frantic actions in lieu of fiddling fretfully with her pencil. The blonde chewed at the inside of her cheek, bringing her hand to Santana's shoulder in attempt to catch her gaze. Brittany frowned when Santana tensed. "We've been best friends for… forever, Santana. I don't want to let something like this ruin that."
In a rush of frustration and panic and absolute terror Santana jerked away from Brittany's comforting touch. She felt like she was seconds away from spontaneously combusting and Brittany… Santana couldn't deal. She wanted to forget anything even happened and go back to how they were but Brittany wanted to fucking talk about it. Wanted to talk about emotions and feelings and consequences and how in the fuckity fuck was that supposed to fix anything. "Then why are you letting it!"
"Santana I'm not-"
"What in the hell are you still talking for?" The brunette hissed through gritted teeth. Threatening glare piercing Brittany's captivating blue eyes. Santana swallowed the building knot in her throat and blatantly ignored the aching in her gut along with the hurt expression encompassing her friend's pretty features. "We are not talking about it."
Pretty pink lips pursed into a disapproving frown. Brittany reached for her discarded binder and stood. She spared Santana a vicious glare before fleeing the quickly filling classroom.
"Shit!" Santana hissed after the blonde's hasty exit.
"Hey, I just saw Brittany in the hall is she-"
"Just because Quinn picked you to be her arm candy for the next month doesn't mean you have permission to speak to me. Or look at me for that matter." She sneered at the blonde jock. Glaring when he opened his big mouth once more. "If one more word comes out of that ridiculously large mouth of yours you can plan on spending the rest of the day in the nurse's office."
"Why are you threatening my boyfriend, Santana?"
Santana offered Quinn a sarcastic smile. "I don't know, Q. Why was your boy toy staring at my tits?"
"Sam!" Quinn shot her boyfriend a murderous look.
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Santana shoved her food around on her plate with a glare. Mouth set in a firm line. She hadn't seen Brittany since their fight and it was getting on her every fucking nerve. It didn't help that everyone seemed to notice her and Brittany weren't speaking. They had been inseparable since the second grade. Santana dropped her fork with a light clatter, dark eyes lifting to glare at Brittany from across the room. The blonde was sitting with the goddamn Glee losers. Laughing and smiling and sparing scathing glances in Santana's direction. Brittany was a Cheerio for heaven sakes. She was a popular, well liked, and equally feared cheerleader. A status they both worked so hard to maintain. And there she was. Sitting with a table of show tune barfing losers and fucking enjoying it.
"Um. Santana?"
"No, Frankenteen, I will not go out with you." Santana snarled, gaze never leaving Brittany. "Not only does the thought of having to speak with you literally make me sick to my stomach I'm a lesbian."
"I just wanted to know why Brittany isn't eating lunch with us." Finn said in a rush, eyes wide.
"I'm not her fucking keeper!" Santana barked , leaping out of her seat to storm out of the cafeteria. She could feel Brittany's blue eyes burning holes into her back all the way and hoped to high heavens that the blonde wouldn't attempt another confrontation. She couldn't deal with the whole situation. Not when she was feeling like punching Finn Hudson's goddamn face in.
She stormed down the hall, out the front doors, and to her car. In a bout of uncontrollable frustration Santana kicked her front tire. Fist simultaneously slamming against the hood. "Fuck!"
The infuriated brunette fumbled with her car keys, jammed them into the lock, and slid inside the vehicle. Santana forced her eyes shut, breathing heavy through gritted teeth. She hated not being able to talk to Brittany. She hated not being able to laugh with her, smile with her. Santana felt frazzled and lost and confused and downright distraught without Brittany next to her. Reassuring her everything was okay. The brunette's forward and oftentimes vicious personality led everyone to believe she was confident in her every endeavor. Brittany was her rock. Brittany was the reason she was so strong. Because Brittany was too nice, too ditzy, too clumsy, too trusting, too fucking gullible sometimes and Santana had to ward off the people who were cruel enough to take advantage of her best friend.
Hot tears stung at Santana's closed eyes and she sucked in a large breath. Last night shouldn't have happened. She should have controlled herself. Should have kept her raging libido in check. Instead she ruined everything. She ruined the one good thing in her all together shitty life. Santana leaned back in her seat, eyes springing open as the tears began to fall.
"San?" The voice was soft and sweet and so fucking coaxing. "Can you unlock the door?"
Santana wiped frantically at her damp cheeks, free hand automatically clicking the unlock button.
Brittany settled into the passenger seat. Gaze gentle and soothing. She stared at her best friend in silence for what felt like an eternity. "You're crying."
The brunette scoffed, sniffled, and rubbed at the tears still streaming down her face. "Way to state the obvious."
"Don't do that." Brittany took Santana's hand in her own, blue eyes pleading. "Don't shut me out, Santana."
Santana remained silent.
"I'm sorry I didn't sit with you at lunch and I'm sorry-"
"Britt," Her throat constricted, chest tightening. She turned to Brittany and enveloped her in a forceful hug. "You shouldn't be the one saying sorry."
Brittany smiled against Santana's shoulder. "Does this mean you're not mad anymore?"
Santana sighed, pulled back slightly, and rested her throbbing forehead against the crook of Brittany's neck. "I wasn't mad at you."
"Okay." She could feel Brittany tense and swallow nervously. "San?"
The brunette breathed in the scent of her best friend. Pulse quickening and skin suddenly set aflame. "Yeah?"
"I still think we should talk about last night."
Santana squeezed her eyes shut, ignored the wild thoughts telling her the topic was dangerous, and nodded. "Yeah."
They pulled away from one another, unable to lock gazes. Santana fiddled with the upholstery while Brittany chewed at her lip.
"I'm sorry I ripped all your clothes off." Brittany muttered awkwardly.
A shiver coursed down Santana's spine at the memory. She forced out a response. "I'm sorry I broke your headboard."
Blue eyes glazed over. She remembered the way Santana screamed her name, grip tightening around the bars of her headboard, head thrashing, tanned skin flushed and sweaty and… "I blamed it on my cat but I don't think my mom believed me."
"Shit! You're parents weren't… they weren't home when we… you know." Santana spat out, completely horrified by the thought.
"No. Remember? We went to mine 'cause your step mom was home and she threatened to send you to boarding school when she caught you in her bed with those two girls that one time."
Santana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She remembered making out against the tree right outside her living room window. Remembered Brittany's tremble inducing moans turning into soft giggles when Santana's porch light came on. She remembered running the twenty feet it took to get to Brittany's house. Remembered Brittany's skin hot and flush against hers as they stumbled through the entryway. Brittany's hands tearing at her clothing. Sending the buttons of her blouse scattering against the floor. The low grumbling growl of protest when Santana shoved Brittany up against the dining room wall, fingers fumbling with the button of Brittany's shorts.
"Santana?" Brittany placed a hand against Santana's bare thigh. "What's wrong?"
Her dark gaze landed predatorily upon her best friend's hand and Brittany went to pull away as if burned. Santana caught the blonde's hand, used the momentum to pull Brittany closer to her. Breath hitching and eyes fluttering when the blonde whimpered. Santana clutched the headrest of Brittany's seat with her other hand. Nails digging harshly into the upholstery. Her hazy chocolate orbs met murky blue and Santana almost moaned at the look of unconcealed lust she found in Brittany's eyes.
Santana skillfully eased herself over the center console to straddle Brittany. The only sounds either of them could comprehend were the pounding of their hearts in their ears and their shaky breathing. Brittany settled her hands against Santana's hips as their mouths met in a heated crush of lips and tongue and teeth. Brittany trailed her fingertips against the sides of Santana's thighs, moaning against the taste and feel and-
"Fuck." Santana hissed against Brittany's cheek. Brown eyes screwing shut as her fingers tangled in golden tresses.
Brittany placed sloppy kisses along Santana's jaw line, her neck, her collarbone. She brushed her fingers tauntingly against the inside of Santana's thigh and the brunette's fingers tightened in her hair. She nipped at a tanned shoulder, her breath cascading hot against Santana's ear. "Coach will kill us if we get our uniforms dirty."
Santana groaned in frustration. She grabbed Brittany's wrist, pushed the tight fabric aside, and pressed the blonde's fingers against her center. Both girls moaned at the feel. Santana dropped her forehead to Brittany's shoulder, hips grinding as she pressed Brittany's hand closer.
"San." Arousal swirled in Brittany's striking sapphire gaze. She watched Santana control the motion of her hand. Reveled in the feel of Santana clenching and throbbing around her fingers. Brittany pulled Santana's hand away and placed it on the headrest. "Let me."
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: R
Pairings: Brittany/Santana. Slight Puck/Quinn. Mention of Sam/Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU-ish. Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
Summary: She knew Santana was a lot of things. A tease, a flirt, a bit of a slut, and a whole lot of bitch. But Brittany never expected Santana could ever be, even with their constant and mostly harmless flirting, anything more than her best friend.
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"This is so lame." A scowl graced her gorgeous features, a slur biting at her words. Her dark eyes glassy and unfocused with intoxication.
Brittany tipped back the last gulp of her drink with a nod. "Super lame."
Santana's scowl deepened when she noticed, not for the first time that night, some sleazy grinning idiot heading in her direction. She latched her hand around Brittany's bicep and managed to tug her hastily toward the mass of throbbing bodies in what she supposed was the living room before the wannabe Casanova could make it across the room. She bit out a disgruntled response at Brittany's curious gaze. "Dance with me."
Brittany caught the boy staring Santana down with a look of pure, undiluted desire and resisted the urge to laugh. She loved her best friend to death but the brunette just seemed to be a magnet for trouble. "Another admirer?"
"Brittany if you don't start fucking dancing with me that idiot," The dark haired beauty whispered irately, glare shifting pointedly to the boy. "Is going to come over here and-"
Brittany snatched the brunette's drink away and downed it in quick succession. She tossed the empty plastic cup over her shoulder, only mildly aware of someone cursing behind her.
"What the fuck are you-"
"Shuddup." The tall blonde pressed a finger to Santana's full lips. She ran her finger slowly, temptingly down across the brunette's chin. Along her neck and collarbone. Landing between Santana's ample display of cleavage and hooking into the low cut collar of her top. Brittany winked as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music. Pulled Santana closer, stringing her along. She lifted her free hand to Santana's dark hair, lacing her fingers in thick wavy tresses. Leaning into the brunette, whispering invitingly into her ear. "Let's play a game, San."
She arched into Brittany's touch. Body swaying to the rhythm of its own accord. Senses heady and head filled with the thirst of the challenge. "Oh, you know I can't refuse a challenge."
Brittany's grin deepened. "I bet you he comes over before the end of the song."
"And I bet he runs to the nearest bathroom to jack off to the hotness we're about to throw down right now." The brunette met Brittany's cute little look of disgust with a smug grin. "I thought you were the one who liked boys, B."
Brittany rolled her bright blue eyes. "There's a reason I like girls too, San."
"Right." The brunette chuckled throatily, hot breath brushing against Brittany's lips and sending a shiver of anticipation down the blonde's spine. "Rules?"
The taller girl licked her bottom lip distractedly, darkening gaze shifting between Santana's full lips and hazy chocolate eyes. "No kissing. No hands in naughty places. No-"
"But I like hands in naughty places." The dark haired vixen drawled. Hand trailing down the blonde's spine, stopping at her ass, and squeezing the supple flesh to prove her point.
Brittany nearly growled at the attention, her pale skin instantly flushing. She glared down at Santana as she removed the brunette's offending hand. Her sapphire eyes twinkled playfully. The blonde nipped roughly at Santana's cheek. "Bad Santana."
"No biting." The caramel skinned woman pinched the blonde's side. Displeased glare boring deviously into baby blues.
"As I was saying. No kissing, no hands in naughty places, no biting, and absolutely no hair pulling."
"Deal." Santana smirked, spared a sideways glance at the gawking boy, and rolled her hips against Brittany's. Giggling when the blonde released a groan. "Now play with me."
"You're an ass." There was a line, she acknowledged somewhere in the back of her hazy mind, that she and Santana had never crossed.
"Mmm. I love this song." The brunette moaned hotly against her best friend's ear. She slipped her hands beneath the blonde's top, running manicured nails lightly against the sensitive skin of Brittany's back. Urging the dancer closer. Hips undulating to the beat. Dark eyes lost to fluttering lashes and body possessed by the pulsing rhythm.
Brittany grunted in response. Striking sapphire orbs drinking in the sight of the smaller woman. Drinking in the intoxicating scent of her. The exotic features and sensual movements. The blonde pressed impossibly close, breath ghosting against Santana's bared neck as they swayed to the music. She trailed her fingers loosely through dark tresses, uncovered more delectable skin, and nuzzled distractedly into Santana's heated flesh. The spicy smell of the brunette's perfume sent her head spinning and conjured a rumbling growl from her tightening chest.
Santana smirked at the sound. She eased a bare thigh between Brittany's legs, never losing the rhythm as a strained whimper emitted from the blonde's parted lips. The sound disappearing into the crook of the dark haired vixen's neck. Santana rocked her hips devilishly, delighting in the obvious heat seeping through Brittany's jean shorts and against her thigh. She chuckled throatily into the blonde's hair. "Someone's excited."
"I… uhn…" The dark flush against Brittany's cheeks ran across her chest and to the tips of her ears where the pounding of blood rushing through her veins seemed to overshadow the erratic beat of the music. She could feel the sticky flood of arousal coating her underwear and she was sure Santana could feel the scorching heat against her intruding thigh. Brittany grappled with speech. Her words came out far too breathy for her liking. "Maybe we should slow down?"
Santana complied, thrillingly vicious gleam never leaving her eyes. Her movements slowed against the taller girl. Achingly slow. Each curve and dip and thrust was meant to tease, to provoke, to fuel the alluring fire flickering beneath Brittany's overheated skin. Santana knew exactly what she was doing and she knew exactly who she was not supposed to be doing it with. Yet when her gaze brushed flirtatiously over Brittany's, all comprehension of boundaries and consequences seemed to slip away from the brunette. Seemed to disappear and make way for the scorching trail of her greedy hands along Brittany's arms. For the lustful intent, usually reserved for one of her countless flings, to etch across her gorgeous features in the most enticing of ways. For the natural rasp of her voice to travel from pouty lips and into a blushing ear. Husked moans of words flowing like molten desire into her best friend's knotted stomach.
"Good idea, Britt." Santana chuckled throatily. "I think I like slow."
Brittany's fingers dug roughly into Santana's shoulders and she sucked in a sharp breath.
The dark haired girl smirked. Exhilarated and thoroughly satisfied with the affect she was having on Brittany. She spun around in the blonde's arms, pressing her backside suggestively into Brittany's crotch before dropping to the floor in a swift motion. Nails raking against Brittany's thighs as she eased herself back into a standing position. She could feel supple breasts pressing into her back, nipples hardening beneath thin fabric.
"How long has it been, hm?" Santana's sultry stare locked with Brittany's perplexed sapphire orbs. Arm reaching behind her, hand curling around the back of Brittany's neck, bringing the taller girl's lips scandalously close to her own. "Since you've been with a woman?"
Brittany swallowed the curious lump in her throat. Eyes trailing to the ample amount of cleavage their position afforded her with. She knew Santana was a lot of things. A tease, a flirt, a bit of a slut, and a whole lot of bitch. But Brittany never expected Santana could ever be, even with their constant and mostly harmless flirting, anything more than her best friend. The blonde's head was spinning with the possibilities. Her body aching with the urge to know Santana in ways she had never even thought of before. Brittany's mouth was moving before she could even think of anything to say. "Why? You offering to refresh my memory?"
Santana could feel the heat encompassing her, sending tingles of desire shooting up her spine. She grinded roughly against Brittany. Leaned her head back against the taller girl's shoulder. Grabbed a hold of the blonde's hand, placing it against her hip. Sliding along the coarse fabric of her too short skirt, over her hip, along the hem. "Sounds much, much better than wasting any more time at this weak excuse for a party."
"What about our game?" The taller girl ran her free hand up along Santana's side. Fingers toying with brunette's tight top and dangerously close to the side of her breast.
The dark haired girl growled, features twisting into an erotically menacing scowl. She whirled around in Brittany's arms. Fingers twined tightly in blonde hair as they tugged harshly, lips meeting. Santana's hands moved to Brittany's ass, pulling the blonde closer. She nipped playfully at Brittany's bottom lip before detangling herself from the blonde. An arrogant grin taking full lips.
"Oh, would you look at that. I broke all the rules." Santana's grin worsened. "Guess you win, Britt." The brunette tilted her head invitingly. "Ready for your prize?"
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Brittany ambled cautiously over to where her best friend was sitting. She felt a curious pang of uneasiness settle in the pit of her stomach when she took the empty seat next to Santana and their gazes locked. The brunette's calculating stare kept Brittany silent.
Santana opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it, and pursed her lips.
Blue eyes dulled, hints of a frown tugging at glossed lips. Brittany broke their intense stare. Taking a moment to calm her confusing thoughts and stirring desire. She fiddled anxiously with her binder. Built up the courage to face Santana once more. Strained grin sliding uncomfortably across her lips. "Hey, San."
"Britt..." The harsh lump in her throat felt like a hand full of gravel. She licked her lips and pushed forward. "We slept together."
Brittany's eyes shifted nervously, smile fading. "I know. You left your underwear on my dining room table."
"You tore them off!" Santana whispered harshly, glare roving the room cautiously. The instant she realized what she said a deep scarlet flush seeped across her cheeks.
"Oh..." A flash of Santana pinned across the dining room table and writhing impatiently beneath her flittered devilishly across Brittany's foggy mind. The gorgeous blonde rubbed at the back of her neck and clenched her thighs together. "Sorry."
Swirling coffee tinted orbs caught sight of the half hidden mark at Brittany's collarbone and Santana's thoughts phased to the pure debauchery of last night's treacherous affair. To the delicious feel of Brittany's slick skin against her greedy lips and eager tongue. Brittany's feverish flesh pliant against her ravaging, ravenous touch. And oh god... she shouldn't be thinking about Brittany the way she was. She admonished herself for the forbidden somersaults dancing in her stomach, the sudden racing of her heart, the buzzing at her fingertips screaming for Santana to reach out and touch Brittany lest she lose her slipping sanity.
"Look," Santana snapped. She damned the wild thudding of her heart when her gaze caught a hold of Brittany's. Drowning in the inviting swirl of alluring sapphire. "Let's just pretend last night never happened."
Brittany fiddled nervously with the hem of her cheer skirt. She resisted the urge to agree with Santana. She couldn't just forget it ever happened. She couldn't look Santana in the eyes again without picturing that wild look as the brunette came undone. She couldn't touch Santana without remembering the feel of that tempting caramel skin prickling excitedly at her fingertips. She couldn't be within ten feet of Santana without wanting her the way best friends shouldn't want one another.
"San…" Brittany battled with the words waiting so patiently at the forefront of her mind. "I think we need to talk about this."
"Well, I don't." Santana dropped her textbook onto her desk, turning away from Brittany in favor of sifting irately through the pages.
Brittany placed her hand over the open textbook. Making Santana cease her frantic actions in lieu of fiddling fretfully with her pencil. The blonde chewed at the inside of her cheek, bringing her hand to Santana's shoulder in attempt to catch her gaze. Brittany frowned when Santana tensed. "We've been best friends for… forever, Santana. I don't want to let something like this ruin that."
In a rush of frustration and panic and absolute terror Santana jerked away from Brittany's comforting touch. She felt like she was seconds away from spontaneously combusting and Brittany… Santana couldn't deal. She wanted to forget anything even happened and go back to how they were but Brittany wanted to fucking talk about it. Wanted to talk about emotions and feelings and consequences and how in the fuckity fuck was that supposed to fix anything. "Then why are you letting it!"
"Santana I'm not-"
"What in the hell are you still talking for?" The brunette hissed through gritted teeth. Threatening glare piercing Brittany's captivating blue eyes. Santana swallowed the building knot in her throat and blatantly ignored the aching in her gut along with the hurt expression encompassing her friend's pretty features. "We are not talking about it."
Pretty pink lips pursed into a disapproving frown. Brittany reached for her discarded binder and stood. She spared Santana a vicious glare before fleeing the quickly filling classroom.
"Shit!" Santana hissed after the blonde's hasty exit.
"Hey, I just saw Brittany in the hall is she-"
"Just because Quinn picked you to be her arm candy for the next month doesn't mean you have permission to speak to me. Or look at me for that matter." She sneered at the blonde jock. Glaring when he opened his big mouth once more. "If one more word comes out of that ridiculously large mouth of yours you can plan on spending the rest of the day in the nurse's office."
"Why are you threatening my boyfriend, Santana?"
Santana offered Quinn a sarcastic smile. "I don't know, Q. Why was your boy toy staring at my tits?"
"Sam!" Quinn shot her boyfriend a murderous look.
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Santana shoved her food around on her plate with a glare. Mouth set in a firm line. She hadn't seen Brittany since their fight and it was getting on her every fucking nerve. It didn't help that everyone seemed to notice her and Brittany weren't speaking. They had been inseparable since the second grade. Santana dropped her fork with a light clatter, dark eyes lifting to glare at Brittany from across the room. The blonde was sitting with the goddamn Glee losers. Laughing and smiling and sparing scathing glances in Santana's direction. Brittany was a Cheerio for heaven sakes. She was a popular, well liked, and equally feared cheerleader. A status they both worked so hard to maintain. And there she was. Sitting with a table of show tune barfing losers and fucking enjoying it.
"Um. Santana?"
"No, Frankenteen, I will not go out with you." Santana snarled, gaze never leaving Brittany. "Not only does the thought of having to speak with you literally make me sick to my stomach I'm a lesbian."
"I just wanted to know why Brittany isn't eating lunch with us." Finn said in a rush, eyes wide.
"I'm not her fucking keeper!" Santana barked , leaping out of her seat to storm out of the cafeteria. She could feel Brittany's blue eyes burning holes into her back all the way and hoped to high heavens that the blonde wouldn't attempt another confrontation. She couldn't deal with the whole situation. Not when she was feeling like punching Finn Hudson's goddamn face in.
She stormed down the hall, out the front doors, and to her car. In a bout of uncontrollable frustration Santana kicked her front tire. Fist simultaneously slamming against the hood. "Fuck!"
The infuriated brunette fumbled with her car keys, jammed them into the lock, and slid inside the vehicle. Santana forced her eyes shut, breathing heavy through gritted teeth. She hated not being able to talk to Brittany. She hated not being able to laugh with her, smile with her. Santana felt frazzled and lost and confused and downright distraught without Brittany next to her. Reassuring her everything was okay. The brunette's forward and oftentimes vicious personality led everyone to believe she was confident in her every endeavor. Brittany was her rock. Brittany was the reason she was so strong. Because Brittany was too nice, too ditzy, too clumsy, too trusting, too fucking gullible sometimes and Santana had to ward off the people who were cruel enough to take advantage of her best friend.
Hot tears stung at Santana's closed eyes and she sucked in a large breath. Last night shouldn't have happened. She should have controlled herself. Should have kept her raging libido in check. Instead she ruined everything. She ruined the one good thing in her all together shitty life. Santana leaned back in her seat, eyes springing open as the tears began to fall.
"San?" The voice was soft and sweet and so fucking coaxing. "Can you unlock the door?"
Santana wiped frantically at her damp cheeks, free hand automatically clicking the unlock button.
Brittany settled into the passenger seat. Gaze gentle and soothing. She stared at her best friend in silence for what felt like an eternity. "You're crying."
The brunette scoffed, sniffled, and rubbed at the tears still streaming down her face. "Way to state the obvious."
"Don't do that." Brittany took Santana's hand in her own, blue eyes pleading. "Don't shut me out, Santana."
Santana remained silent.
"I'm sorry I didn't sit with you at lunch and I'm sorry-"
"Britt," Her throat constricted, chest tightening. She turned to Brittany and enveloped her in a forceful hug. "You shouldn't be the one saying sorry."
Brittany smiled against Santana's shoulder. "Does this mean you're not mad anymore?"
Santana sighed, pulled back slightly, and rested her throbbing forehead against the crook of Brittany's neck. "I wasn't mad at you."
"Okay." She could feel Brittany tense and swallow nervously. "San?"
The brunette breathed in the scent of her best friend. Pulse quickening and skin suddenly set aflame. "Yeah?"
"I still think we should talk about last night."
Santana squeezed her eyes shut, ignored the wild thoughts telling her the topic was dangerous, and nodded. "Yeah."
They pulled away from one another, unable to lock gazes. Santana fiddled with the upholstery while Brittany chewed at her lip.
"I'm sorry I ripped all your clothes off." Brittany muttered awkwardly.
A shiver coursed down Santana's spine at the memory. She forced out a response. "I'm sorry I broke your headboard."
Blue eyes glazed over. She remembered the way Santana screamed her name, grip tightening around the bars of her headboard, head thrashing, tanned skin flushed and sweaty and… "I blamed it on my cat but I don't think my mom believed me."
"Shit! You're parents weren't… they weren't home when we… you know." Santana spat out, completely horrified by the thought.
"No. Remember? We went to mine 'cause your step mom was home and she threatened to send you to boarding school when she caught you in her bed with those two girls that one time."
Santana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She remembered making out against the tree right outside her living room window. Remembered Brittany's tremble inducing moans turning into soft giggles when Santana's porch light came on. She remembered running the twenty feet it took to get to Brittany's house. Remembered Brittany's skin hot and flush against hers as they stumbled through the entryway. Brittany's hands tearing at her clothing. Sending the buttons of her blouse scattering against the floor. The low grumbling growl of protest when Santana shoved Brittany up against the dining room wall, fingers fumbling with the button of Brittany's shorts.
"Santana?" Brittany placed a hand against Santana's bare thigh. "What's wrong?"
Her dark gaze landed predatorily upon her best friend's hand and Brittany went to pull away as if burned. Santana caught the blonde's hand, used the momentum to pull Brittany closer to her. Breath hitching and eyes fluttering when the blonde whimpered. Santana clutched the headrest of Brittany's seat with her other hand. Nails digging harshly into the upholstery. Her hazy chocolate orbs met murky blue and Santana almost moaned at the look of unconcealed lust she found in Brittany's eyes.
Santana skillfully eased herself over the center console to straddle Brittany. The only sounds either of them could comprehend were the pounding of their hearts in their ears and their shaky breathing. Brittany settled her hands against Santana's hips as their mouths met in a heated crush of lips and tongue and teeth. Brittany trailed her fingertips against the sides of Santana's thighs, moaning against the taste and feel and-
"Fuck." Santana hissed against Brittany's cheek. Brown eyes screwing shut as her fingers tangled in golden tresses.
Brittany placed sloppy kisses along Santana's jaw line, her neck, her collarbone. She brushed her fingers tauntingly against the inside of Santana's thigh and the brunette's fingers tightened in her hair. She nipped at a tanned shoulder, her breath cascading hot against Santana's ear. "Coach will kill us if we get our uniforms dirty."
Santana groaned in frustration. She grabbed Brittany's wrist, pushed the tight fabric aside, and pressed the blonde's fingers against her center. Both girls moaned at the feel. Santana dropped her forehead to Brittany's shoulder, hips grinding as she pressed Brittany's hand closer.
"San." Arousal swirled in Brittany's striking sapphire gaze. She watched Santana control the motion of her hand. Reveled in the feel of Santana clenching and throbbing around her fingers. Brittany pulled Santana's hand away and placed it on the headrest. "Let me."