For You Are the Sun (Part 7)
Title: For You Are The Sun (Part 7)
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Summary: AU. Mild themes from 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
Previous Chapters: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6
Author's note: Sorry about not updating for so long! Bit of a writers block. It occurred to me that this fic takes a lot from Romeo and Juliet but doesn't quite follow it exactly.
Life is damned good. Santana decided that the moment Brittany woke up and started returning the favor Santana had done for her earlier. Santana has had dreams about it, oh how she has had the dreams. They were vivid, Santana could practically feel Brittany's long slender fingers roaming her body, the taste of the dancer's tongue on her lips, stroking the bottom gently, driving her insane. But the dreams would always end right before Santana reached her peak and had it not been for the small, insignificant rational part of her mind, she would've probably jumped the nearest person she could find, Finn included.
But this...this was more than a dream. Brittany's mouth on her nipple was real. Brittany's teeth skirting her skin wasn't just something her brain came up with to satiate her during the night. Santana groaned when she felt the blond's bangs tickle her stomach as her mouth traveled lower. She let out a growl of frustration when Brittany slid back up to kiss her fiercely. Their mouths crushed together in a heated battle and Santana's hands slipped lower on Brittany's body, only to be pinned above her head. Brittany looked down at her and Santana realized she was completely dominated.
“No.” Brittany hissed. If Santana hadn't been so in need of a good fuck, she would've flipped them but as they were, she lifted her hip, trying to grind it against any fucking part of Brittany's body just to bring some relief. Brittany looked at her sternly.
“No.” She said again and Santana snarled angrily but mostly out of pure horniness.
“Fucking A.” Santana said through her teeth.
“Well, I will be fucking 'u' in just a moment.” Brittany said. Had it not been for the sexy way the words rolled off her tongue, Santana would've laughed out loud at the sheer corniness of the statement.
“Fuck me, now.” Santana commanded and thrust her hip up again. Brittany deftly moved her body out of reach.
“What did I say?” She asked.
“No more games.” Santana ordered. Brittany merely smiled and brushed her knee against Santana's thigh. She leaned closer to Santana's ear, putting more pressure on her wrists and chest so Santana couldn't move. The heat between them was scorching and Santana felt like her skin was liable to burst into flames at any moment during this heated exchange.
“You don't give the orders. I do. I am going to dominate you, I am going to make you mine, Santana Lopez.” She lifted her head and saw just how serious she was. Her jaw tightened. No one dominates her, no one. She let some girls fuck her, but never dominate. Brittany let go of her wrists and moved lower, deftly removing the underwear blocking her and her prize. Santana's whole body trembled when Brittany so much as breathed against her wetness. She remained still.
“Good girl.” Brittany whispered against her clit, the vibrations from her speech sending shockwaves of pleasure up Santana's spine. She gripped the sheets. “Good girls get rewarded.” Santana opened her mouth to talk but what came out was a choked yell as Brittany licked her clit.
The dancer's movements were unpredictable, untamed. Quinn was usually very steady in her pace but Santana never knew what Brittany was going to do next. One second it was slow, one second it was fast. It was the mark of someone who had never done this before but it was so damned good to finally have her that she didn't care.
We'll have plenty of time to work on it. Santana thought and then Brittany picked a pace that was just right and suddenly, Santana wasn't thinking about the future, or Quinn, or anything.
“Just like that.” She hissed. Brittany wasn't a dancer for nothing. She could keep tempo with her blinks. Once she found the rhythm that Santana needed, she kept it up and they were dancing.
One, two, three...one, two, three...Brittany counted in her head and almost laughed aloud when she realized that it was a waltz tempo. They were waltzing.
As amusing as that was, Brittany snapped back to attention when she realized that Santana was getting unbelievably close.The girl's grip on her hair got tighter, almost painfully so but Brittany ignored it. If a little pain and a few lost hairs were what it took to tame Santana Lopez, it was well worth the effort.
Nails bit into skin and pulled hard from the bottom of her shoulder blades to the top of her shoulders and Brittany let out a small muffled cry. Ok, maybe a little pain, a few lost hairs and some gashes on her shoulder; still fine. Santana's eyes widened as her mouth went wide in an "O". She tilted her hips up and Brittany momentarily lost pace but found it immediately and Santana's whole body trembled.
"Brit...B...I'm going...I'm close." Santana moaned. As soon as Brittany heard this, she stopped. "What the fuck?!" Santana yelled.
"Say it. Say you're mine." Brittany hissed against her clit. Santana's mind spun. She wasn't mentally equipped to handle this. This wasn't just playful domination, this was complete and utter submission. But her body ached for release and Santana groaned. It was torture not to have Brittany's tongue flicking against her clit.
"God fucking damn...I'm yours. I'm utterly and completely yours." Santana whispered. Upon hearing this, Brittany let her tongue begin its tempo again and Santana practically flew off the bed. Her hips lifted again and she let out a strangled cry. It was the music for Brittany's dance. When Santana went silent and she slowly sank back down onto the bed, Brittany looked up and wiped her chin. She crawled upward, letting her chest slid along Santana's front and she settled down next to her collarbone.
"Happy?" Brittany asked. Santana said nothing but her eyelids fluttered and a smile played on her lips. "You're mine now."
"Psh." Santana chuckled. "That's what you think."
"No, that's what I know. You said that, remember?" Brittany teased. Santana rolled her eyes behind her eyelids and then opened them to look at Brittany.
"You may have won this round, but you haven't won the war." She replied. Brittany grinned.
"I look forward to this again." She said. Santana shook her head and rested her eyes again. Life was fucking good.
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Things changed during school. Santana was more forgetful and she drank a lot more water. She had sudden bouts of needed to visit the choir room because she forgot her "really special pencil" or needed to put posters up to advertise for glee in the shower rooms (which she had never, ever done before.) Quinn knew what was going on and she simply rolled her eyes every time Santana came up with a new excuse. Santana would run off and be joined roughly 2 seconds later by a certain blond Cheerio. It would take another second before Santana had her up on a desk with her panties down by her ankles and her head inbetween her legs.
On one such occasion, Quinn made the mistake of thinking they were just making out and walked in to report that there were students on their way. Upon entering the choir room and seeing Brittany up against the piano, her Cheerios uniform hiked up and Santana thrusting her fingers deep inside, Quinn died a little. The three of them froze for a good long while, not entirely sure what to do before Quinn blushed.
"Jesus, Santana!" Quinn screamed and turned around. Brittany scrambled off the piano and Santana quickly wiped her fingers on her pants.
"Out, Fabray!" Santana yelled.
"She can join us." Brittany whispered suggestively.
"Not on your life!" Quinn stormed out and then re-entered when she remembered why she had subjected herself to an image she would likely not forget in her lifetime. "There are some people coming so get your, preferably clothed, asses out of here." She walked out again. Santana looked over and Brittany who broke down in laughter.
"Stop laughing!" Santana ordered. "That was mortifying."
"It was funny!" Brittany said as she skipped out of the choir room. Santana ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head.
It was good. It was amazing. Even if they weren't out, which Santana preferred anyway, they were still together. Santana would sneak up the trellis and cuddle with Brittany until the early hours of the morning when she ran back home, pretended that she just got back from a jog so her parents wouldn't look at her weird, and go to school. Santana was careful not to give anything away. She knew the consequences of associating with her crowd. She knew that Brittany would be sabotaged in an instant if Tiffany found out and she didn't want that.
So they dated in secret. Santana still found that word daunting but when they were alone in the gym room with Brittany showing her how to dance, and when she fell into Brittany's arms and they kissed, Santana loved that word. She remembered with a smile that Quinn had perfectly predicted this.
Someone's going to waltz into your life... Santana laughed and Brittany looked at her. They were sitting on the bleachers after Brittany had practiced her routine. Both of them were sweaty and it was hot and humid outside so they stripped to underwear and sports bras. Santana held Brittany in her arms, sitting half a level above her with her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
"What's so funny?" Brittany asked.
"Nothing." Santana replied.
"Tell me!" Brittany pleaded. Santana closed her eyes and kissed the back of her head.
"Quinn totally called it." She replied. "We were having sex..." Brittany's eyes narrowed in jealousy and Santana noticed that she stiffened. "Sorry, B. But I'm with you now, ok?"
"Ok." Brittany said, readjusting her position.
"Anyway, Quinn told me that someone was going to dance into my life and sweep me off of my feet."
"I did that pretty well, didn't I?" Brittany asked, sticking her tongue out. Santana laughed and squeezed her closer.
"Yes you did."
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But dating her wasn't enough. For the first time in her life, Santana was scared out of her mind. She liked Brittany and that was ok. But soon like wasn't enough. If there was one thing Santana hated, it was beating about the bush. She was always one to get straight down to the point. When she realized she liked Brittany, she went for it.
But this...this was so much more than that.
She went over to Quinn's house unannounced and barged right on through her window. Quinn was sitting at her desk when a small Latina crawled into her room and flopped down on her desk.
"Fuck, Santana, you scared the shit out of me!" Quinn cursed.
"Watch your language. God might hear." Santana quipped. Quinn pushed herself away from her desk and set down her earbuds.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be screwing that Cheerio? You back for more because I'm clearly so much better?" Quinn grinned. Santana gave her the middle finger and sighed, falling backwards onto the pillows. Quinn's mischievous grin turned south.
"Hey Q, have you...have you..." Santana couldn't even bring herself to say it and she grabbed a pillow and smothered her face with it, mumbling the rest.
"Yes," Quinn replied sarcastically. "The pillow will totally relay what you just said to me." Santana flipped her off again and removed the pillow. Her cheeks were wet and Quinn stood up, going over to her side instantly. "Oh my God, Santana, did someone die? Did Brittany break up with you?"
"No." Santana replied. She felt like an idiot for crying about something as stupid as this. So maybe it wasn't stupid, but she certainly felt like a pansy for it.
"Out with it. I have homework to do and my parents are coming home early because it's 'family night' or something." Quinn said.
"Have you ever been in love?" Quinn's face faulted and her jaw dropped in astonishment. She blinked several times and Santana covered her face up with the pillow again. Quinn's mind raced. They had been going out for...what, maybe two months? It sounded ridiculous, Santana Lopez, the "player", the "untamed beast", falling head over heels in love with a girl that she'd known for less than half a year.
"Wow." Quinn breathed. "I was right. Someone did completely take you by surprise." Santana moaned into her pillow.
"I don't even know. I mean, I like her, but when I'm not with her it's just...boring." Santana said. She used the word "boring" because the truth was, when Brittany was off by herself, it downright hurt her. It was empty inside, but she wasn't going to let Quinn know that she had become a complete sap. Quinn bit her lip and frowned.
"Damn Lopez, that's something you're going to have to figure out." Quinn replied.
"You are no help."
"Hey, that's not what you were saying when I was 'helping' relieve some of your stress not long ago." Quinn pointed out. Santana shook her head.
"Maybe I need some fresh air. I need to go for a run." She said.
"Ok, you do that. I'll be here, forgotten." Quinn said sarcastically. She got up and went back to her desk and as Santana climbed back out, she decided to speak up. Santana was still her friend and she wasn't about to let her fumble around in the darkness and potentially ruin something that made her truly happy.
"San?" She called out. Santana paused, halfway out the window and onto the branch. "You just know." Santana frowned and nodded, feeling like it didn't help her at all.
She ran around in jeans, not really bothering to go home and change. By nightfall, she decided to go by Brittany's house to see if the blond was there. She saw the light in Brittany's room from far away and as she neared, she saw Brittany, hair wet from the shower, wearing the night gown that she wore the first night Santana saw her on the balcony. She was looking up at the stars and the lights made her eyes glow in the darkness. Santana stopped on the sidewalk and just watched her. Brittany breathed in and looked towards the sidewalk automatically. She saw Santana and surprise flashed across her face before melting into a shy, satisfied grin.
"Hey you." Brittany said.
"Hey back." Santana replied as she smiled too.
"You coming up?" Brittany asked, tilting her head towards the trellis. Santana's whole body wanted to. She started leaning in that direction but checked herself. It was late and she needed to go home and do homework. More importantly, she needed some space to sort out the confusion churning inside her mind. She shook her head.
"No, I have stuff to do." She answered. Brittany shrugged though Santana could see the disappointment in her eyes.
"Hey, we have a performance at the football game tomorrow. Are you coming by to watch? I'll wink at you." Brittany said. Santana couldn't resist watching Brittany outperform every single girl on the Cheerios.
"You bet." Brittany leaned forward, putting all of her weight onto the railing.
"Ok, well, I'm headed to bed. I'll see you tomorrow?" Santana nodded vigorously.
"Yeah. Definitely." Brittany blew her a kiss and Santana blew one back. She watched the blond go back inside, casting one last affectionate glance in her direction before closing the doors behind her. Santana breathed out. Brittany had that effect on her, the one that made her stop breathing entirely. She faced forward and continued her jog.
Do I love her? Santana wondered as she went around the block. She looked over her shoulder at the dancer's room. It was now dark and Santana thought about her sleeping alone in that giant bed. She wanted to climb up and join her, to partake in her warmth and comfort but she kept running.
I think I do...
Part 8