Fic: Yeah, right, that'll happen (2/2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Length: 1293 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Glee characters. Wish I did, but I don’t.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Brittany is really grateful that Santana stood up for Rachel. Really grateful.
Author’s Note: Please comment! Since it’s my first fic, I need feedback!
By the time Brittany pulled up to her house, Santana felt like a human lint brush. The slushy had hardened, essentially turning her uniform into a sheet of glue. Santana sighed as she tried to pick off the fuzz that had transferred from her jacket.
“Don’t bother, babe,” Brittany said, her smile unwavering as she unlocked her front door. “We’ll just put it into the washing machine.”
Santana nodded and followed Brittany through the empty house to the laundry room.
“What you did at school was really sweet,” Brittany said, closing the door behind them.
“It was nothing,” Santana replied. “You don’t slushy somebody when they aren’t looking. It takes the fun out of it.’
“That’s not why you did it, San,” Brittany said.
Santana took a deep breath, knowing it was useless to argue. Brittany was uncharacteristically good at reading people. Especially her.
“No, it wasn’t,” she admitted. “For some reason you’ve developed a sick attachment to Rachel and the rest of the team. I didn’t want you to be upset.”
“I know,” Brittany replied, walking over and slipping her fingers underneath the fabric of Santana’s uniform top and pulling it over her head. She then unzipped Santana’s skirt and slowly pushed it down her legs.
Santana shivered at the contact. Her skin was still freezing from the slushy and Brittany’s hands were so warm.
“Hmm,” Brittany purred. “It looks like the slushy soaked through your uniform.”
“Umm…yeah,” Santana said. Her brain was starting to short circuit.
“Well we better wash these too, then,” Brittany smirked, unlatching Santana’s bra and letting it fall off of her shoulders, then tucking her fingers underneath the waistband of Santana’s red spankies and pulling them down.
Santana took her shoes and socks off while Brittany put her clothes in the washing machine, added detergent, and set the timer.
“We have an hour until your clothes can go in the dryer,” Brittany said, looking at Santana with innocent eyes. “Can you think of a way to pass the time?”
Santana groaned. It was the only sound that she could manage.
They’d done this before, obviously, but Santana wasn’t usually on the receiving end of the seduction. She was just naturally more dominant and Brittany was more than content to enjoy the ride.
But Santana wasn’t going to argue. Not even a little.
Brittany put her hands on Santana’s hips, backing her up until she felt the washing machine behind her.
“It was really nice what you did,” Brittany repeated, whispering in Santana’s ear as reached for her arms, placing them on the washing machine behind her and taking Santana’s earlobe between her teeth.
Santana grunted and moved to pull Brittany in for a kiss, but the blonde simply caught her hands and put them back on the washing machine. Santana’s stomach clenched.
Brittany trailed her fingertips along the muscles of Santana’s stomach, up her sides, and around the swells of her breasts. Santana sucked in a breath and let her head fall back when Brittany’s thumbs grazed her nipples.
“Britt,” Santana croaked, “For the love of God don’t tease me.”
Brittany hesitated for a moment then used her knee to push Santana’s legs apart. Santana felt warm liquid pooling between her thighs and she ached to be touched. But Brittany stepped back, regarding her with hooded eyes.
Santana was about to whimper her protest when Brittany began to slowly undress, never once breaking their eye contact. She felt her heart pounding in her chest.
Now completely naked, Brittany stepped back to Santana, kissed her deeply, and fisted her hands in her dark hair.
Santana tried to get as close as possible to Brittany’s body. She wanted to grab her, to touch her, but she knew that Brittany would just put her hands right back where they were if she moved. So Santana arched her body into Brittany, earning a deep moan from the taller blonde.
Santana’s whimpered when Brittany slowly ran her fingertips along the inside of her thigh.
“Britt, please,” she said with a shaky breath, shivering when she felt Brittany’s finger brush over her clit.
“I love the way you feel,” Brittany said, drawing lazy circles with her forefinger. “You’re soft, and warm, and really wet.”
Santana groaned from deep in her throat, rolling her hips into Brittany’s finger, desperately seeking more contact.
When Brittany pulled her finger away, Santana decided that she wasn’t above begging. But before she could say a word, Brittany began teasing Santana’s entrance with two fingers. She gasped, meeting Brittany’s eyes which were silently asking her permission.
Santana hesitated for a second. She knew everybody thought she was a slut, but she really wasn’t. She never even slept with Puck; she just didn’t deny it because it actually did decent things for her status. She’d let Brittany do this before, but not often because it still kind of hurt.
But Santana wanted it now, she wanted to feel Brittany inside her. So, taking a deep breath, she nodded.
Brittany placed a soft kiss on Santana’s lips and slowly eased her fingers halfway inside of her. Santana tensed for a moment, but forced herself to relax. Gradually her muscles loosened and Brittany was able to push the rest of the way in.
“Just…go slow,” Santana said breathlessly.
Brittany did exactly that, working her fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, giving Santana a chance to adjust. It didn't hurt for long and after a few minutes Santana felt like she was on fire. There was a pressure building deep in her abdomen and Santana rolled her hips, urging Brittany to move faster.
She grunted when Brittany removed her fingers.
“Britt, what - “
“Get up on the washing machine,” Brittany replied, her voice thick and husky.
“I…okay,” Santana said, and used her arms to push herself backwards onto the machine.
Brittany pulled her forward a little bit and spread her legs wide opem. She leaned in and kissed Santana on the lips then trailed her tongue down her neck and chest. Santana gasped when Brittany lightly bit one of her nipples and fisted her fingers in the blonde’s hair.
But Brittany didn’t stay put. She continued down, licking her way past Santana’s abdomen and through the brown curls between her thighs. She kneeled down in front of Santana and smiled.
Santana’s heart started to race. They had never done this. They’d only been sleeping together for a few months and they had decided to take it slow. But as Brittany moved down her body, Santana felt anticipation bubbling inside of her.
Santana’s eyes snapped open at the first feel of Brittany’s tongue on her clit.
“Oh God,” she panted, her head falling back. “Fuck, Britt. That…feels…amazing”
Brittany swirled her tongue around Santana’s folds, savoring the way it made her girlfriend moan. She flicked her tongue against Santana’s clit and bit it lightly, making the smaller girl cry out and push her hips upwards to meet Brittany’s mouth.
The pressure in Santana’s abdomen was building faster than it ever had and she had to bite bit her lip to keep from screaming.
“Britt, I’m gonna…I’m so close,” she managed to croak out.
Brittany continued to work her up and then, when the moaning got impossibly loud, Brittany slid her fingers back inside of Santana and curled them.
Santana came with a shout, her eyes and mouth hanging open while Brittany circled her clit with the tip of her tongue, coaxing out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, Brittany,” Santana panted. “If that’s what I get when I take a slushy to the face, I’m going to become Berry’s new best friend.”
Brittany laughed, standing up and pressing a soft kiss to Santana’s lips.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get your clothes in the dryer.”
END