For You Are The Sun (Part 3)
Title: For You Are The Sun (Part 3)
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Based on Romeo and Juliet. For Santana, all she wants to do is get back at the popular kids for making her life hell ever since she fell out of the popular crowd. But when Brittany enters stage right, it turns out revenge isn't so sweet or easy.
Spoilers: None
Author's note: Tiny bit of Quintana and Faberry. By tiny I mean full blown Quintana sex.
Previous Chapters: Part 1; Part 2
Brittany's lips trailed lightly along Santana's stomach. Santana growled and ran her fingers through her flaxen hair, urging her down lower. Brittany licked at her hips and Santana arched up. Her tongue and lips made a wet trail along her skin.
"Don't fucking tease." Santana pleaded, feeling her long slender fingers slide from her clit to the source of her wetness. She could feel Brittany's hand against the entrance to her core and she was fucking smiling against her thigh.
"Fuck you." She hissed, grabbing her hand and pushing her fingers in. When Brittany curled, she gasped aloud and pushed herself off the bed, burying Brittany's fingers deep inside. The blond flicked her tongue across her clit and Santana gripped her hair tightly.
"Oh god...Brit..." Suddenly the thrusting stopped and the blond pushed herself away.
"Ok, total boner killer." Santana opened her eyes and blinked. Well, that was certainly embarrassing. Quinn looked up from between Santana's legs, giving Santana the dirtiest glare she's seen since Karofsky made a pass at her months ago.
"Sorry, Quinn, you don't even have a boner." Santana pointed out. Quinn sat up, wiping her fingers on the bed.
"Fine. Libido killer, whatever. We are so done for today." She said, crawling up beside her.
"What do you care? Just because I was off in my fantasy world, I mean at the end of the day, you're the one fucking me." Santana argued but truth be told, she had lost interest as well.
"You really are fixated on that bitch aren't you?"
"She's not a bitch." Santana shot back. Quinn blinked in surprise.
"Wow. Defensive much?" Quinn replied. "Santana, even if she wasn't a bitch, do you really think any of her friends are going to let her get anywhere near you?" Santana ignored her and went to her happy place. She pictured the blond in her white night slip, her hip pressed against her own, the way her leg brushed against her core, sending shivers down her spine. Santana imagined those perfect lips forming an "O" as she reached down and slipped a finger inside.
"Oh, ew, Santana, stop. Turn off, turn off!" Quinn's voice cut through her thoughts again.
"Q, what is your problem?" Santana snapped. "I was trying to enjoy myself here."
"Hello?! Still in the room." Quinn raised her hand. "We may just be fuck buddies but that doesn't mean my feelings can't be hurt." Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Rachel Berry." Santana said simply.
"What about her?" Quinn asked. Santana gave her a look. Quinn's eyes suddenly went wide and she turned bright pink. "Oh my fucking god, San! That was one time. ONE."
"But my feelings were hurt." Santana mocked, putting a hand above her bare left breast. Quinn groaned and buried her face into her pillow.
"I haven't fantasized about her since!" Santana laughed at her embarrassment. "Oh shut up!" Santana pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Hey, it's like you said. We're just fuck buddies. I don't care who you fantasize about. If you think about Jew-nose, fine by me. You get romantically involved, then I'll find someone else to screw. I expect the same deal for me." At this, Quinn lifted her head and laughed in Santana's face. Santana smirked, knowing she was either laughing at the notion of dating Rachel Berry or the thought of Santana getting emotionally involved with anyone. True, Santana conceded, she hadn't had so much as a crush on anyone since her first grade teacher, Ms. Kinsen. God that lady had long legs and a smile to die for.
Quinn knew it too. She entertained a brief crush on the brunette during some of their early engagements (though Quinn would never openly admit to it.) She knew what she was to Santana; just another trophy. Sure, she had also formed a close friendship with her and they got it on more than Santana did with anyone else but Quinn knew all it really meant was that her trophy was bigger, or shinier, or maybe it was locked behind a bulletproof glass case. Quinn once went to Sue Sylvester's house to deliver a letter accidentally sent to their residence. The coach's house was overflowing with awards and trophies. She imagined that to be what Santana's house would look like if she got a prize for every girl she slept with.
"One day." Quinn said. "Someone's going to waltz into your life and make you retire from being such a heart breaker." Santana began laughing at the image but stopped short when she imagined a certain blond dancer literally waltzing into her life.
"San?" Quinn noticed that her eyebrows furrowed pensively. "What's up?" Santana snapped back to reality.
"Nothing. Just horny." She said, rolling on top of Quinn.
"Uh uh." Quinn waggled a finger in her face. "You owe me. I still can't believe you called out Brittany's name." Santana shrugged.
"Whatever. You blonds are all the same to me anyway." She dismissed.
"Ok, one, offensive. Two, you still owe me." Quinn insisted. Santana smiled coyly.
"Fine, what do you want me to do?" She slid a finger up Quinn's slit teasingly. "This?" Quinn gasped when her fingertips brushed the sensitive nub.
"Wait." She panted, pushing her hand away.
"God, Fabray, your parents get back in an hour. Make up your mind." Quinn let her breathing even out a little. She thought about what she wanted Santana to do now that she owed her. Something crossed her mind and she toyed with the idea.
"Pretend I'm Brittany." She ordered.
"Excuse me?" Santana asked, both her eyebrows going up.
"Do it. Dive into your little fantasies. Do me like you want to do her." Quinn urged.
"Fuck, Fabray, you've got crazy in your blood." Santana said, pulling back.
"Come on, how hard can it be? You were doing it just a few minutes ago." Quinn teased. "I mean, unless you're scared." Santana clenched her teeth. Quinn was challenging her and she never backed down from a challenge.
"Fine." Santana said, settling back between Quinn's thighs again. She closed her eyes and let the other girl's features transform into Brittany's. She saw the dancer gasping, pleading for her fingers. Santana kissed her forcefully, thrusting two digits into her at the same time, eliciting a muffled cry from her partner. She curled hard against that special spot and the other girl's hips rose in reaction. She sucked gently on her neck, then dipped her tongue into her ear and nibbled at her earlobe. "Brittany"'s body writhed against her.
"B..." She whispered. In her mind, the dancer's face contorted into a look of pure pleasure. Santana quickened her pace, earning a long appreciative moan. Santana kissed down to her right nipple, taking it between her lips; biting, sucking, licking. She could feel the other girl start tensing when she ground her palm against her clit. She kissed lower, thrust harder. Her movements were frantic, desperate and untamed and she soon gave into the idea that she was fucking Brittany, not Quinn. This only served to fuel her energy. "Brittany" responded well and Santana gave everything she had into pleasuring the dancer. She took her clit into her mouth and sucked hard. "Brittany" let out a cry that made the windows rattle and she dug her nails and scratched large red gashed up Santana's back. Santana winced in pain but ignored it, riding the wave with the girl, thrusting so hard that she thought her arm was going to fall off.
"Oh, fuck, San!" The girl wailed at the top of her lungs. A few seconds later, the grip on Santana's shoulders relaxed and Santana looked up. The illusion broke and she was back in the bed with an exhausted Quinn.
"Happy?" She asked, wiping her fingers clean.
"Holy fuck, Santana." The girl gasped. "Get me a plastic surgeon and a name change form if that's what you're going to do to Brittany." She sighed.
"Yeah, well, whatever." She shrugged. "I didn't think I did anything different." It was true, she didn't think she had changed how she fucked Quinn, she had just instinctively done it. Quinn pulled her into a cuddle and Santana knew it had been mindblowing. Quinn only cuddled when her brain turned into mush after a particularly strong orgasm.
"I kind of envy her." Quinn mumbled. "I have a feeling I'm going to be replaced soon."
"Whatever." Santana replied. "She'll be good for a few times." Quinn smiled, her eyes drooping. In a matter of minutes, Quinn's rumbling snore signaled to Santana that it was time to leave. She slid out of bed and dressed. The sound of the garage door opening told Santana that a window/tree climb exit was appropriate. As she opened the window and ducked out, she heard Quinn mumble "Rachel..." and it made her smile. She escaped into the quickly darkening afternoon.
~****************~
The next day at school, Santana caught herself searching for Brittany in the hallways. She couldn't find her and pouted. Just as she rounded a corner, slushie flew straight at her face. Normally, Santana could see the giant cups a mile away and could usually avoid it or dodge it. Today she was so preoccupied with looking for Brittany that she completely forgot to watch out for it and received a direct, very grape-y hit.
"Good morning, loser!" Tiffany cackled as she walked by. Her two lackeys laughed along and Santana stuck her foot out, tripping one of them to the floor. She blinked and wiped her eyes. Standing right in front of her was Brittany. Santana lowered her head. Her cheeks burned and she wasn't feeling so good anymore.
"Go on." She sneered. "Laugh and move along." Brittany chuckled a little and Santana began to wonder if Quinn had been right about her all along. Maybe she was just another cheer bitch. Brittany took a step towards Santana and startled the girl by running a finger along Santana's slushie soaked collarbone. The warmth of her finger in contrast to the ice made the brunette jump a little. Brittany smiled and brought her finger slowly up to her mouth. She caught Santana's gaze and her blue eyes narrowed seductively. Santana couldn't tell what to look at: Brittany's inviting eyes or her finger now hovering millimeters away from her red lips. Brittany's tongue darted out and she tantalizingly licked her index finger, savoring the taste and making Santana gape like a fish.
"Tastes delicious." Brittany said, her voice dripping with sex. Seeing that her action had taken its toll, she cheerfully bounced past the stunned Latina. When Quinn noticed Santana and pointed out that she was dripping onto the floor, Santana had been rooted to the spot for a whole minute.
Santana spent the next hours not paying attention to class and replaying Brittany's tongue flitting across her finger over and over again in her mind. She imagined that tongue pressing, fighting against her own then tasting the sweat on her neck and maybe lower...
"Dude, what's wrong with her?" Tina asked, snapping Santana back to attention. It was lunchtime and Santana had no previous knowledge of how they had gotten there nor what the hell was on her plate. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Ignore her, she's a perv." Santana scowled at Quinn and went back to picking at her lunch, trying to determine what substance it was. Suddenly, Kurt looked up and coughed in a manner that sounded very much like "bitch".
"Well, well, the reject table." Tiffany sneered.
"HI to you too." Tina muttered. Santana refused to make eye contact.
"How's that slushie feeling? Clean it all up yet?" Tiffany asked Santana.
"Your mom licked it off just fine." Santana replied. The table laughed and hooted. Tiffany crossed her arms.
"You'd better watch yourself. My boyfriend's been low on dumpster tosses lately so he's looking to boost his count."
"He could start with you. You kinda smell bad." Santana replied, causing the whole table to laugh even harder. Tiffany colored and sniffed at her arm. When she couldn't determine whether she smelled still like stink bomb, she stormed off. Standing right behind her was Brittany and the two of them made eye contact.
"I need to use the restroom." Brittany announced louder than normal. Tiffany ignored her and Brittany dashed off int he direction of the ladies room. Santana silently counted to ten before getting up and following, earning a knowing look from Quinn.
Brittany leaned against the sink, counting the seconds on her fingers. When she got to ten, Santana burst into the bathroom. The two looked at each other.
"Need to wash my hands." Santana blurted.
"Me too." Brittany responded but she raised in eyebrow and smiled. The two turned on their respective faucets and at the same time reached to get soap. Brittany withdrew her hand and Santana went first. She rinsed her hands and grabbed the paper towels from the dispenser, accidentally pulling to hard and finishing the roll. Brittany looked around.
"Are there anymore?" She asked. Wordlessly, Santana took Brittany's hands and began drying them. Brittany stared as Santana used her extra long paper towel to wipe away the moisture. She could feel Santana's fingers apply the lightest pressure against her skin and her nails raked against her hands' sensitive backside. Brittany watched as their fingers wove together every now and again. Just as she finished, Santana bent down and placed a kiss into her open palm, causing Brittany to gasp. How could drying hands suddenly become such an intimate and sexy act?
"There." Santana purred, her eyes filled with satisfaction. She tossed the paper away and turned back to Brittany.
"Thanks." She replied. Santana suddenly put her hands on either side of Brittany, pressing her body close, trapping the blond against the sink. The blond gasped again.
"You do this often?" She said in surprise. Santana growled, her breath tickling the thin hairs on the blond's neck. Brittany could feel her self-control, fuck that, her sanity slipping. Not this easy...she reminded herself. Completely taking Santana by surprise, she grabbed the Latina's wrists and turned, slamming the girl against the mirror. Santana cried out in pain and shock as Brittany forced her hands above her head, leaving her vulnerable.
"I told you. It's not going to be that easy." Brittany hissed. Santana stared back in disbelief. Just how long was this girl going to resist?! Brittany released her grip, noting that Santana's wrists were slightly red where she held them. She made for the door.
"You want me!" Santana shouted after her. Brittany cast a mysterious smile over her shoulder. Santana bit her tongue. She hadn't meant to sound so pathetic and Brittany didn't miss the desperation coating her words. She looked at Santana with half lidded eyes.
"Maybe." She murmured before opening the door and striding out. Santana stayed still for a moment, still feeling the heat of Brittany's body pinning her tightly against the wall. Brittany pinning her. Santana turned on the faucet again and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm down. If she wanted Brittany before, she was absolutely chomping at the bit to get her now. The blond was always one step ahead of her. One minute Santana had the upper hand, the next Brittany had Santana up against the wall like her bitch. Heat flared between her legs. She was sure the blond wanted her so this "beating around the bush" or "dancing around each other" or whatever the fuck they were doing baffled and frustrated Santana to a maddening end. And God, she was horny.
She all but bulldozed her way through the crowd to get to the table, steam practically streaming out of her ears.
"Where were you?" Quinn asked but her smile showed she saw both the blond and the brunette going into the bathroom.
"Choir room, now." Santana snapped. Quinn blinked.
"Uh..."
"Now!" Santana repeated forcefully.
"Yeah, I guess we should work on that number..." Quinn tried, looking around at the others.
"Don't even try." Mercedes interrupted. "Just not on the piano, please. I have to play that later." Santana practically dragged Quinn out of her chair and into the choir room, unbuttoning her pants before the door was even open.
"Woah! Chill out!"
"Fabray, we've got ten minutes for you to fuck me good and proper. We don't have any fucking time to 'chill out'." Santana snarled. Quinn arched an eyebrow and grinned.
"Something happen with Brittany in the bathroom that's got you hot and bothered?" She taunted.
"Shut the fuck up. Nothing happened." Santana flung her shirt away and started kissing Quinn's neck. Quinn moaned but it didn't kill the coy little devil in her voice.
"Nothing, eh? Hence the frustration." Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and thrust it down her pants.
"Work." She ordered.
"Holy crap you're wet." Quinn gasped, fingering her clit. Santana was soaked through her panties and she grunted in response. Quinn slipped two fingers inside easily and she grinned when Santana moaned and bucked her hips. Still, a little teasing was in order.
"Do you want me to pretend to be Brittany again?" She suggested.
"Fuck you." Santana responded in gasps. Quinn leaned close and did her best impression of Brittany.
"I want to see you come, Santana Lopez." Santana cried out and came hard when she heard those words. It sounded just like the dancer and she had already been imagining Brittany doing what Quinn was doing. Hearing her voice completed the fantasy. Quinn pulled her face back in surprise, feeling Santana come around her fingers.
"Shit." She breathed. "That worked out better than I expected." When Santana came down from her high, she pulled Quinn's hand out of her pants and rebuttoned them.
"Don't say a fucking thing." She hissed as she walked across the room to get her shirt. Quinn couldn't help but grin evilly. Santana was embarrassed but mostly furious at her. As she went out the door, the bell ringing overhead, she paused.
"Q? If you pull that shit again..." She trailed off, leaving the other girl to think up the rest of the threat. She slammed the door behind her. Quinn licked her fingers, tasting Santana on them. She cocked an eyebrow and shook her head. Oh hell yes was she going to do that again. She had discovered a sure fire way to drive Santana crazy and one could bet their life she was going to use it.
Part 4
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Based on Romeo and Juliet. For Santana, all she wants to do is get back at the popular kids for making her life hell ever since she fell out of the popular crowd. But when Brittany enters stage right, it turns out revenge isn't so sweet or easy.
Spoilers: None
Author's note: Tiny bit of Quintana and Faberry. By tiny I mean full blown Quintana sex.
Previous Chapters: Part 1; Part 2
Brittany's lips trailed lightly along Santana's stomach. Santana growled and ran her fingers through her flaxen hair, urging her down lower. Brittany licked at her hips and Santana arched up. Her tongue and lips made a wet trail along her skin.
"Don't fucking tease." Santana pleaded, feeling her long slender fingers slide from her clit to the source of her wetness. She could feel Brittany's hand against the entrance to her core and she was fucking smiling against her thigh.
"Fuck you." She hissed, grabbing her hand and pushing her fingers in. When Brittany curled, she gasped aloud and pushed herself off the bed, burying Brittany's fingers deep inside. The blond flicked her tongue across her clit and Santana gripped her hair tightly.
"Oh god...Brit..." Suddenly the thrusting stopped and the blond pushed herself away.
"Ok, total boner killer." Santana opened her eyes and blinked. Well, that was certainly embarrassing. Quinn looked up from between Santana's legs, giving Santana the dirtiest glare she's seen since Karofsky made a pass at her months ago.
"Sorry, Quinn, you don't even have a boner." Santana pointed out. Quinn sat up, wiping her fingers on the bed.
"Fine. Libido killer, whatever. We are so done for today." She said, crawling up beside her.
"What do you care? Just because I was off in my fantasy world, I mean at the end of the day, you're the one fucking me." Santana argued but truth be told, she had lost interest as well.
"You really are fixated on that bitch aren't you?"
"She's not a bitch." Santana shot back. Quinn blinked in surprise.
"Wow. Defensive much?" Quinn replied. "Santana, even if she wasn't a bitch, do you really think any of her friends are going to let her get anywhere near you?" Santana ignored her and went to her happy place. She pictured the blond in her white night slip, her hip pressed against her own, the way her leg brushed against her core, sending shivers down her spine. Santana imagined those perfect lips forming an "O" as she reached down and slipped a finger inside.
"Oh, ew, Santana, stop. Turn off, turn off!" Quinn's voice cut through her thoughts again.
"Q, what is your problem?" Santana snapped. "I was trying to enjoy myself here."
"Hello?! Still in the room." Quinn raised her hand. "We may just be fuck buddies but that doesn't mean my feelings can't be hurt." Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Rachel Berry." Santana said simply.
"What about her?" Quinn asked. Santana gave her a look. Quinn's eyes suddenly went wide and she turned bright pink. "Oh my fucking god, San! That was one time. ONE."
"But my feelings were hurt." Santana mocked, putting a hand above her bare left breast. Quinn groaned and buried her face into her pillow.
"I haven't fantasized about her since!" Santana laughed at her embarrassment. "Oh shut up!" Santana pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Hey, it's like you said. We're just fuck buddies. I don't care who you fantasize about. If you think about Jew-nose, fine by me. You get romantically involved, then I'll find someone else to screw. I expect the same deal for me." At this, Quinn lifted her head and laughed in Santana's face. Santana smirked, knowing she was either laughing at the notion of dating Rachel Berry or the thought of Santana getting emotionally involved with anyone. True, Santana conceded, she hadn't had so much as a crush on anyone since her first grade teacher, Ms. Kinsen. God that lady had long legs and a smile to die for.
Quinn knew it too. She entertained a brief crush on the brunette during some of their early engagements (though Quinn would never openly admit to it.) She knew what she was to Santana; just another trophy. Sure, she had also formed a close friendship with her and they got it on more than Santana did with anyone else but Quinn knew all it really meant was that her trophy was bigger, or shinier, or maybe it was locked behind a bulletproof glass case. Quinn once went to Sue Sylvester's house to deliver a letter accidentally sent to their residence. The coach's house was overflowing with awards and trophies. She imagined that to be what Santana's house would look like if she got a prize for every girl she slept with.
"One day." Quinn said. "Someone's going to waltz into your life and make you retire from being such a heart breaker." Santana began laughing at the image but stopped short when she imagined a certain blond dancer literally waltzing into her life.
"San?" Quinn noticed that her eyebrows furrowed pensively. "What's up?" Santana snapped back to reality.
"Nothing. Just horny." She said, rolling on top of Quinn.
"Uh uh." Quinn waggled a finger in her face. "You owe me. I still can't believe you called out Brittany's name." Santana shrugged.
"Whatever. You blonds are all the same to me anyway." She dismissed.
"Ok, one, offensive. Two, you still owe me." Quinn insisted. Santana smiled coyly.
"Fine, what do you want me to do?" She slid a finger up Quinn's slit teasingly. "This?" Quinn gasped when her fingertips brushed the sensitive nub.
"Wait." She panted, pushing her hand away.
"God, Fabray, your parents get back in an hour. Make up your mind." Quinn let her breathing even out a little. She thought about what she wanted Santana to do now that she owed her. Something crossed her mind and she toyed with the idea.
"Pretend I'm Brittany." She ordered.
"Excuse me?" Santana asked, both her eyebrows going up.
"Do it. Dive into your little fantasies. Do me like you want to do her." Quinn urged.
"Fuck, Fabray, you've got crazy in your blood." Santana said, pulling back.
"Come on, how hard can it be? You were doing it just a few minutes ago." Quinn teased. "I mean, unless you're scared." Santana clenched her teeth. Quinn was challenging her and she never backed down from a challenge.
"Fine." Santana said, settling back between Quinn's thighs again. She closed her eyes and let the other girl's features transform into Brittany's. She saw the dancer gasping, pleading for her fingers. Santana kissed her forcefully, thrusting two digits into her at the same time, eliciting a muffled cry from her partner. She curled hard against that special spot and the other girl's hips rose in reaction. She sucked gently on her neck, then dipped her tongue into her ear and nibbled at her earlobe. "Brittany"'s body writhed against her.
"B..." She whispered. In her mind, the dancer's face contorted into a look of pure pleasure. Santana quickened her pace, earning a long appreciative moan. Santana kissed down to her right nipple, taking it between her lips; biting, sucking, licking. She could feel the other girl start tensing when she ground her palm against her clit. She kissed lower, thrust harder. Her movements were frantic, desperate and untamed and she soon gave into the idea that she was fucking Brittany, not Quinn. This only served to fuel her energy. "Brittany" responded well and Santana gave everything she had into pleasuring the dancer. She took her clit into her mouth and sucked hard. "Brittany" let out a cry that made the windows rattle and she dug her nails and scratched large red gashed up Santana's back. Santana winced in pain but ignored it, riding the wave with the girl, thrusting so hard that she thought her arm was going to fall off.
"Oh, fuck, San!" The girl wailed at the top of her lungs. A few seconds later, the grip on Santana's shoulders relaxed and Santana looked up. The illusion broke and she was back in the bed with an exhausted Quinn.
"Happy?" She asked, wiping her fingers clean.
"Holy fuck, Santana." The girl gasped. "Get me a plastic surgeon and a name change form if that's what you're going to do to Brittany." She sighed.
"Yeah, well, whatever." She shrugged. "I didn't think I did anything different." It was true, she didn't think she had changed how she fucked Quinn, she had just instinctively done it. Quinn pulled her into a cuddle and Santana knew it had been mindblowing. Quinn only cuddled when her brain turned into mush after a particularly strong orgasm.
"I kind of envy her." Quinn mumbled. "I have a feeling I'm going to be replaced soon."
"Whatever." Santana replied. "She'll be good for a few times." Quinn smiled, her eyes drooping. In a matter of minutes, Quinn's rumbling snore signaled to Santana that it was time to leave. She slid out of bed and dressed. The sound of the garage door opening told Santana that a window/tree climb exit was appropriate. As she opened the window and ducked out, she heard Quinn mumble "Rachel..." and it made her smile. She escaped into the quickly darkening afternoon.
~****************~
The next day at school, Santana caught herself searching for Brittany in the hallways. She couldn't find her and pouted. Just as she rounded a corner, slushie flew straight at her face. Normally, Santana could see the giant cups a mile away and could usually avoid it or dodge it. Today she was so preoccupied with looking for Brittany that she completely forgot to watch out for it and received a direct, very grape-y hit.
"Good morning, loser!" Tiffany cackled as she walked by. Her two lackeys laughed along and Santana stuck her foot out, tripping one of them to the floor. She blinked and wiped her eyes. Standing right in front of her was Brittany. Santana lowered her head. Her cheeks burned and she wasn't feeling so good anymore.
"Go on." She sneered. "Laugh and move along." Brittany chuckled a little and Santana began to wonder if Quinn had been right about her all along. Maybe she was just another cheer bitch. Brittany took a step towards Santana and startled the girl by running a finger along Santana's slushie soaked collarbone. The warmth of her finger in contrast to the ice made the brunette jump a little. Brittany smiled and brought her finger slowly up to her mouth. She caught Santana's gaze and her blue eyes narrowed seductively. Santana couldn't tell what to look at: Brittany's inviting eyes or her finger now hovering millimeters away from her red lips. Brittany's tongue darted out and she tantalizingly licked her index finger, savoring the taste and making Santana gape like a fish.
"Tastes delicious." Brittany said, her voice dripping with sex. Seeing that her action had taken its toll, she cheerfully bounced past the stunned Latina. When Quinn noticed Santana and pointed out that she was dripping onto the floor, Santana had been rooted to the spot for a whole minute.
Santana spent the next hours not paying attention to class and replaying Brittany's tongue flitting across her finger over and over again in her mind. She imagined that tongue pressing, fighting against her own then tasting the sweat on her neck and maybe lower...
"Dude, what's wrong with her?" Tina asked, snapping Santana back to attention. It was lunchtime and Santana had no previous knowledge of how they had gotten there nor what the hell was on her plate. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Ignore her, she's a perv." Santana scowled at Quinn and went back to picking at her lunch, trying to determine what substance it was. Suddenly, Kurt looked up and coughed in a manner that sounded very much like "bitch".
"Well, well, the reject table." Tiffany sneered.
"HI to you too." Tina muttered. Santana refused to make eye contact.
"How's that slushie feeling? Clean it all up yet?" Tiffany asked Santana.
"Your mom licked it off just fine." Santana replied. The table laughed and hooted. Tiffany crossed her arms.
"You'd better watch yourself. My boyfriend's been low on dumpster tosses lately so he's looking to boost his count."
"He could start with you. You kinda smell bad." Santana replied, causing the whole table to laugh even harder. Tiffany colored and sniffed at her arm. When she couldn't determine whether she smelled still like stink bomb, she stormed off. Standing right behind her was Brittany and the two of them made eye contact.
"I need to use the restroom." Brittany announced louder than normal. Tiffany ignored her and Brittany dashed off int he direction of the ladies room. Santana silently counted to ten before getting up and following, earning a knowing look from Quinn.
Brittany leaned against the sink, counting the seconds on her fingers. When she got to ten, Santana burst into the bathroom. The two looked at each other.
"Need to wash my hands." Santana blurted.
"Me too." Brittany responded but she raised in eyebrow and smiled. The two turned on their respective faucets and at the same time reached to get soap. Brittany withdrew her hand and Santana went first. She rinsed her hands and grabbed the paper towels from the dispenser, accidentally pulling to hard and finishing the roll. Brittany looked around.
"Are there anymore?" She asked. Wordlessly, Santana took Brittany's hands and began drying them. Brittany stared as Santana used her extra long paper towel to wipe away the moisture. She could feel Santana's fingers apply the lightest pressure against her skin and her nails raked against her hands' sensitive backside. Brittany watched as their fingers wove together every now and again. Just as she finished, Santana bent down and placed a kiss into her open palm, causing Brittany to gasp. How could drying hands suddenly become such an intimate and sexy act?
"There." Santana purred, her eyes filled with satisfaction. She tossed the paper away and turned back to Brittany.
"Thanks." She replied. Santana suddenly put her hands on either side of Brittany, pressing her body close, trapping the blond against the sink. The blond gasped again.
"You do this often?" She said in surprise. Santana growled, her breath tickling the thin hairs on the blond's neck. Brittany could feel her self-control, fuck that, her sanity slipping. Not this easy...she reminded herself. Completely taking Santana by surprise, she grabbed the Latina's wrists and turned, slamming the girl against the mirror. Santana cried out in pain and shock as Brittany forced her hands above her head, leaving her vulnerable.
"I told you. It's not going to be that easy." Brittany hissed. Santana stared back in disbelief. Just how long was this girl going to resist?! Brittany released her grip, noting that Santana's wrists were slightly red where she held them. She made for the door.
"You want me!" Santana shouted after her. Brittany cast a mysterious smile over her shoulder. Santana bit her tongue. She hadn't meant to sound so pathetic and Brittany didn't miss the desperation coating her words. She looked at Santana with half lidded eyes.
"Maybe." She murmured before opening the door and striding out. Santana stayed still for a moment, still feeling the heat of Brittany's body pinning her tightly against the wall. Brittany pinning her. Santana turned on the faucet again and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm down. If she wanted Brittany before, she was absolutely chomping at the bit to get her now. The blond was always one step ahead of her. One minute Santana had the upper hand, the next Brittany had Santana up against the wall like her bitch. Heat flared between her legs. She was sure the blond wanted her so this "beating around the bush" or "dancing around each other" or whatever the fuck they were doing baffled and frustrated Santana to a maddening end. And God, she was horny.
She all but bulldozed her way through the crowd to get to the table, steam practically streaming out of her ears.
"Where were you?" Quinn asked but her smile showed she saw both the blond and the brunette going into the bathroom.
"Choir room, now." Santana snapped. Quinn blinked.
"Uh..."
"Now!" Santana repeated forcefully.
"Yeah, I guess we should work on that number..." Quinn tried, looking around at the others.
"Don't even try." Mercedes interrupted. "Just not on the piano, please. I have to play that later." Santana practically dragged Quinn out of her chair and into the choir room, unbuttoning her pants before the door was even open.
"Woah! Chill out!"
"Fabray, we've got ten minutes for you to fuck me good and proper. We don't have any fucking time to 'chill out'." Santana snarled. Quinn arched an eyebrow and grinned.
"Something happen with Brittany in the bathroom that's got you hot and bothered?" She taunted.
"Shut the fuck up. Nothing happened." Santana flung her shirt away and started kissing Quinn's neck. Quinn moaned but it didn't kill the coy little devil in her voice.
"Nothing, eh? Hence the frustration." Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and thrust it down her pants.
"Work." She ordered.
"Holy crap you're wet." Quinn gasped, fingering her clit. Santana was soaked through her panties and she grunted in response. Quinn slipped two fingers inside easily and she grinned when Santana moaned and bucked her hips. Still, a little teasing was in order.
"Do you want me to pretend to be Brittany again?" She suggested.
"Fuck you." Santana responded in gasps. Quinn leaned close and did her best impression of Brittany.
"I want to see you come, Santana Lopez." Santana cried out and came hard when she heard those words. It sounded just like the dancer and she had already been imagining Brittany doing what Quinn was doing. Hearing her voice completed the fantasy. Quinn pulled her face back in surprise, feeling Santana come around her fingers.
"Shit." She breathed. "That worked out better than I expected." When Santana came down from her high, she pulled Quinn's hand out of her pants and rebuttoned them.
"Don't say a fucking thing." She hissed as she walked across the room to get her shirt. Quinn couldn't help but grin evilly. Santana was embarrassed but mostly furious at her. As she went out the door, the bell ringing overhead, she paused.
"Q? If you pull that shit again..." She trailed off, leaving the other girl to think up the rest of the threat. She slammed the door behind her. Quinn licked her fingers, tasting Santana on them. She cocked an eyebrow and shook her head. Oh hell yes was she going to do that again. She had discovered a sure fire way to drive Santana crazy and one could bet their life she was going to use it.
Part 4