Storage room
Title: Storage room
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Words: 610
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Brittany and Santana have found a secluded room in the school basement...
A/N: Just a short text.
The small room was completely dark. The blinds had been turned on the small cellar window and the door was closed. Flakes of old paint were coming off the walls and cobwebs dangled from the ceiling. A few worn discoloured cushions had been arranged on the floor. Husky whispers mixed with the darkness.
Tiny specks of white light danced before her eyes. Her vision hopelessly blurred.
“Like this?”
“Yes! Yes… Like that.”
Movements picking up pace. Arm muscles flexing. Fingers flexing inside a soft warm confinement. Hands grasping and gripping.
“...yes, like that...”
Hearts racing, blood rushing, rising body temperatures adding to the stifling heat of the small room. Tiny beads of sweat trickling off foreheads.
Fingers tracing the contours of a full warm breast. Moving over to a hard enlarged nipple. She realised they were her own fingers. Suddenly they were replaced by the other girl’s soft lips, quickly replaced by a greedy tongue. Deep sighs. She felt her hips bucking to meet the delicious thrusts. She needed them like she never needed anything before. She made no conscious movement but her body had taken on its own will. It tilted her head back, it made her hands reach and grab until her knuckles whitened. Her body had become a demanding, selfcontrolling organism that sent one-way messages to her mind, overflowing it with sensations. It could only form one conscious thought . A thought she trying desperately not to verbalise. Instead her vocal chords produced other wordless sounds. Were they moans? Were they whimpers? Were they screams?
She felt lips kissing her neck, moving towards her collarbone. Hot damp skin pressed against her own. Soft naked breasts against her side, a long pale leg placed over her own copper toned leg.
Then sudden movement. Positions changed. She was sitting up straddling a long slender body beneath her. She leaned forward. Felt an arm between their bodies. That beautiful toned arm. Its muscles tense, working. Its hand moving purposefully between her legs. Wet. Dexterous and oh so pleasurable. The long digits drove her sanity further and further away, pushing in, withdrawing, pushing inside of her again. Combined with the pulsing pressure on her most sensitive point it made her almost unable to breathe. She felt her hips move faster. Her lips hungrily trace over the other girl’s skin. Her mouth making her lick, suck and bite. She recognised the feeling in her body. It was getting ready to release. The fuse had been lit and there was little time to run for cover. The explosion was imminent. She gasped.
“Look at me!”
She made an effort to open her eyes. They wouldn’t open.
“Look at me San. I want to watch your beautiful eyes when you come”, the voice was hoarse and laboured.
She struggled. Her body was busy. It refused to take instructions. It was on the verge of disintegration.
Then she exploded. Her being was turned into miniscule particles that flew into space at the speed of light. Or maybe in slow-motion? Her eyes flew open and she stared wildly into those blue sparkling eyes of the girl beneath her. Unable to process the image it just added to her sensory overload. A broken voice inadvertently uttered “I love you Brittany.”
Completely spent she collapsed on top of the blonde. Their hot bodies stuck together. Sweat rolling off both of them. Had she actually said it?
Brittany wrapped both her arms around Santana’s back and pushed them even closer together. “I love you too, Santana.”
After what could have been hours but probably wasn’t, they reluctantly got up, dressed and holding pinkies, left the school’s cellar storage room.