My name is Brittany S. PierceSantana gasped as she found herself against the wall, kissing Brittany back passionately. God, I want you. She bit down hard on her lip as the blonde undressed, more than aroused by the sight of her toned body being revealed. Santana followed Brittany into the shower, startled by the hot water. She almost jumped, but Brittany held her steady, distracting her with another hot kiss. Santana moaned into her mouth softly, sliding her hands down Brittany’s back and letting her nails graze slightly. She palmed the blonde’s ass, pulling her in. Santana let out a whimper as their bodies connected more firmly. She kept one hand on Brittany’s ass and moved the other upwards to tangle in the blonde’s now-wet hair, her tongue slipping into Brittany’s mouth. If the blonde had morning breath, Santana either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She was completely overwhelmed by the taste of her girlfriend, simply wanting more.
The combined feeling of Santana setting all of her senses on fire as well as the heat of the shower drove brittany crazy. One of her hands attached itself to a breast and the other lost itself in Santana’s dark hair. She pulled her closer, wanting to see, taste, and feel everything that she had been missing. Brittany ran her fingers over a nipple and pulled on it slightly, enjoying the way goosebumps appeared on Santana’s skin. Her other hand wandered, tracing the lines of her shoulder blades and the curve of her back. Looking down, she admired how trails of water rolled off of Santana’s eye lashes and cheeks. Unlike Santana, she was in no rush, this was about rediscovery, coming clean, a fresh start. ”You are so beautiful.” Brittany murmured with a smile, leaning down to kiss at Santana’s neck.
Santana rolled her eyes. “That’s why I said we should take a shower,” she repeated, emphasizing the “we” so that Brittany would understand the point she was trying to make here. Santana let her hand ghost over Brittany’s breast lightly, breathing heat onto her neck. She trailed her hand downwards, fingers searching out the outlines of her abs and sneaking just inside her shorts to trace the skin there. “But I mean, if you want to take a shower alone, that’s fine.” Santana promptly got off of Brittany and began unbuttoning her jeans slowly, sliding them down her long legs. “I can just steal Jessica’s bathrobe and go use the communal down the hall.” She turned around and shimmied out of her panties quite quickly, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. Santana grabbed the bathrobe off the other bed and began pulling it on. She began counting in her head, wondering how long it would take before her plan worked. 3…4…5…
Brittany was paralyzed for a moment as she watched Santana undress in front of her. “Wait I uhh…” She had seen her without clothes many times before, why was this different? Santana sent a coy look in her direction and began to walk slowly towards the door. Without hesitation Brittany leapt from the sofa and chased after her pinning her against the door. “Nuhuh. You aren’t going anywhere.” Brittany kissed her heavily and tugged at her bottom lip. “Except with me. Into a shower. Now.” She pulled away and got rid of the rest of her clothes grabbing Santana’s hand and pulling her into the small bathroom. She stepped into the shower and pulled Santana in after her, enjoying the delicious contrast between the cool tile on her back and the warm body of Santana pressing up against her front. Her hand fumbled for the faucet handle and they both let out a gasp as a stream of hot water hit them.
Santana’s eyes lit up, understanding where Brittany was going with this. She smirked and moved immediately, straddling the blonde comfortably. “I don’t know, Britt. What should we do?” she asked innocently. Santana leaned down, taking Brittany’s ear between her lips and tugging. “We could eat yogurt,” she whispered before licking a wet trail from Brittany’s ear to her collarbone. “Or we could make more coffee.” Santana began sucking at Brittany’s neck, biting gently when a mark formed and smirking at her handiwork. “You taste salty, babe. Maybe we should take a shower,” she suggested, her voice dropping to a low drawl. “Maybe get these clothes off?” Santana traced the deep scoop of Brittany’s tank top with her fingertips, looking the blonde straight in the eye as she bit her lip suggestively. “I just don’t think you’re….wet enough,” she murmured, hands wandering over Brittany’s abs greedily.
Brittany’s breath caught as Santana nibbled on her ear. Once Santana pulled away from her neck, Brittany’s hands automatically went to the spot rubbing it with a smile. She lost her ability to form words as she looked up to see Santana sitting on to of her and biting her lip. Instead she nodded, reaching forward excitedly to tug at Santana’s shirt. “Oh? I think I am. But you can totally prove me wrong.” Brittany smirked as she wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck and pulled her down to taste the newly exposed skin of Santana’s collarbone. Once she had given Santana a mark matching her own she reached down to pull of her own tank top. “Maybe we should wait… and uh I got take a shower. I’m still kinda nasty from last night…” Her train of thought was cut off as Santana leaned forward and kissed her again. “I probably also have really bad morning breath.” she added pulling away for a moment.
Santana smirked, having her suspicions proved correct with the blush on Brittany’s face. She leaned down to kiss Brittany, smiling into her lips happily. The blonde pulled away quickly with a grin. Santana grumbled. “I finally get to kiss you, and now it’s a good time to tease me?” She rolled her eyes and laughed. “That was a pity move. We just kicked her out of her own room. The least I could do was give her some crappy coffee so she could wake up and realize how shitty her situation was.” Santana grinned evilly. She definitely did not like Jessica, especially with her recent cockblocking maneuver. “I am totally awake, babe.” Santana blushed slightly, really liking the way she could call Brittany babe. She turned her head slightly and kissed Brittany’s fingertips.
“Hopefully she’ll go cry to her boyfriend and leave us alone for a bit. ”You gave away my only source of caffeine but I guess I can offer you a yogurt or…” Brittany said with a smirk as she leaned over to kiss Santana’s shoulder. “So since you’re awake…” Brittany moved over and placed a kiss on her collarbone. “What,” her lips pressed against Santana’s cheek, “do you want to do” lips brushed the tip of Santana’s nose “today.” she finished finally capturing Santana’s mouth. Brittany pulled away sooner than she had wanted but wanted to make sure she and Santana were good and on the same page. She glanced at Santana curiously trying to read her cryptic expression. “If you have anything you want to say… or do…” she continued lightly “you’d better do it today because I’m pretty sure Jessica is going to kill me in my sleep tonight so…” she let her fingers stray, tracing idle patterns on Santana’s leg.
Santana giggled at Brittany’s whisper. There was nothing she enjoyed more than being given permission to be a bitch. But thankfully for Jessica, all she did was stand there with her mouth open, shocked at Brittany being vaguely rude. “Wha? You can’t kick me out! This is my room!” Santana rolled her eyes and reluctantly prized herself out of Brittany’s grasp. She put two hands on Jessica’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing her out of the room. Santana went back to the table and pulled out the pot of now-cold coffee and handed it to Jessica before slamming the door. She yawned and stumbled back to the couch, lying down with her head in Brittany’s lap. “Your roommate is so annoying,” she mumbled, immediately falling back into her half-asleep state now that the problem had been taken care of. “Also you kinda like it when I’m mean…I see you laughing.” Santana was also pretty sure Brittany found it a little hot, especially when she started yelling in Spanish.
“I know” Brittany mumbled in agreement as she began to play with Santana’s hair. “I don’t like you being mean… But sometimes you’re really funny. And sometimes,” she looked down at Santana with a grin “It’s really… ” she blushed as Santana rose an eyebrow. “Oh shush.” she teased leaning forward to silence Santana with a kiss. Just as Santana reached up to pull her down closer Brittany pulled away with a grin. “I think I’m awake now.” Brittany giggled leaning away out of Santana’s reach. “How about you?” she teased leaning forward for a quick teasing kiss. “Are you awake yet? I hope so since you gave away our coffee.” Gazing down at Santana she ran her finger over Santana’s cheek and jawline, tracing the line across her lips to the other side of her face.
A loud and insistent cough sounded through the room. Santana opened her eyes, rubbing at them. She and Brittany had fallen asleep together on the couch, still holding one another tight. She smiled instinctively, gently pressing a kiss to Brittany’s neck. A second, louder cough rang out. Santana peered around, her eyes finding the source of the noise in a rather annoyed-looking roommate. “Not you again,” Santana mumbled, frowning. She and Jessica hadn’t had a particularly good first impression the last time the girl had found Santana in her room. Jessica glared at her. “Not me again? What are you doing here? Britt, what is she doing here?” Brittany was still mostly asleep, and only garbled out a response. Santana grumbled at Jessica. “You were out all night with your boyfriend, just go away and leave me with my girlfriend, okay?” The term slipped out of her mouth easily and almost slapped Jessica in the face. “Wait. Girlfriend? What?”
Brittany could here talking but tried to ignore it by snuggling close to Santana but it wasn’t enough to block out all the noise. “Britt, what is she doing here” Brittany tried to explain that Santana stayed the night but since her face was washed against Santana’s should it came out as a grumble. Just go away please go away. Santana said something that made Jessica’s voice start to rise. Brittany reluctantly sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. “Jessica it is… too early for you even to be awake. Santana fell asleep here last night. If you have a problem with that I don’t really care because the first time I found you and your boyfriend here you had on a lot less clothes than we do. So be thankful and go away so I can sleep.” Her voice was low and gravely from just being woken up, her tone much harsher than her roommate was used to. As Brittany moved to snuggle back up against Santana she whispered in her ear, “You know how I don’t like you being mean? I’m giving you permission to be mean to her if she doesn’t go away.”
She’s Only Happy When She’s Dancin’
Santana laughed softly. She leaned over and kissed Brittany more deeply, making sure the blonde was short of breath before pulling away. “Does it feel like that in your dreams?” she queried, a small smirk appearing on her lips. Santana had neverending dreams about Brittany, but she never actually felt anything in them. Things just…happened. Actually being with the girl meant all her senses were on fire. Santana was aware of every square millimeter of skin that was touching Brittany. It tingled when bare skin met bare skin. Her heart either raced way too fast, or slowed to a faint murmur because Brittany’s presence made time a bit skewed in her head. “Britt…We’re going to do it right this time. No more fucking around. You’re mine and I’m yours and we don’t have to be scared because we love each other. It is that simple; we just have to keep reminding ourselves that it is. I’m not letting you do this to yourself again.” Santana frowned and leaned up, kissing the dark circles under Brittany’s eyes. “Or well, at least you should be doing more interesting things if you don’t want to sleep.” Santana winked at Brittany, unable to resist the innuendo, even in such an intimate moment.
Brittany took a short gasp once Santana pulled away and shook her head “No. This is way better.” She could tell her cheeks were flushed, Santana had that affect on her. The real Santana could make her blush, laugh, cry all in a span of five minutes. Her heart began to speed up as Santana talked. Words are just words. Brittany glanced down at Santana’s eyes and could tell that her words were more then empty promises, that she truly meant was she was saying. She giggled at Santana’s comment, “There you are. I’ve been looking for you. I’m glad my Santana is back.” She quipped. “I think we can be simple. I mean… I love you, and you love me. That should be all there is.” Brittany paused for a moment and a grin appeared on her face “Maybe we’re secretly in a movie. And this is getting to the really good end part. We started happy. And then crap happened. And then we were happy again. And then everything fell apart. But now it’s the end happy part with the good music and next we walk away into the sunset as a happy love song plays over the credits.” She nodded and leaned over to kiss Santana’s cheek. “Now we just have to put things back together and live happily ever after. Forever.”
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She’s Only Happy When She’s Dancin’
Santana’s head spun. She had never been this close to Brittany for a long period of time. It was either get closer or pull away. And the blonde’s hesitation pulled out what was probably only a second or two into forever. But finally, she leaned in, connecting their lips. Santana melted, letting go of everything to kiss the girl she loved. “I love you, babe,” she whispered softly. Santana bent into Brittany’s touch, crawling over to nestle in her lap. She tucked her face into Brittany’s neck comfortably and simply breathed, more content with doing absolutely nothing than she had ever been. Santana pressed a kiss to the corner of Brittany’s jaw. “Wherever you go, if my heart was a house, you’d be home,” she sung quietly, fingers tapping out the beat on Brittany’s chest just over her heart. Santana leaned down suddenly, kissing the spot tenderly. Mine.
Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and held onto her tightly, afraid that if she let go she’d lose her again. She closed her eyes and smiled as Santana sang to her. “Home is where the heart is.” Brittany murmured as she brought up a hand to stroke Santana’s hair. She trailed her hand under Santana’s jaw lifting her chin up and drawing her in to kiss her again. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears and she quickly brushed them away. “I missed you so much.” Brittany whispered her voice quavering. She closed her eyes and listened to the steady sound of Sanatana’s breath. Brittany could feel her own breath slowing, it was late, and she was exhausted. However, she was determined not to sleep just yet. She hadn’t been able to hold Santana like this for longer than she could remember. And she wasn’t going to give this moment up too easily. Just in case it is a dream. Her hands roamed over Santana’s sides and back and she kissed her gently on top of her head. “This isn’t a dream right?” She whispered as she opened her eyes to glance at Santana hopefully.
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She’s Only Happy When She’s Dancin’
Santana watched Brittany quietly, taking in every word. Her eyes flicked from the thumb on her hand to a very addicting pair of blue eyes. It became clear that Brittany was waiting for her to say something, but Santana simply had no words. She had never felt so in love. To put it simply, it was overwhelming. Santana was beginning to realize that they would never be able to stay away from one another, even if it destroyed them. They had been fighting it for years, but maybe it was time to give in. Maybe it was time to just love and be loved. Maybe.
Santana reached out, cupping Brittany’s cheek with one hand, her thumb caressing the blonde’s cheek. She leaned forward slowly, hesitantly. Her eyes scanned Brittany’s face, looking for any signals to stop. Santana found none and carefully leaned in, her lips barely brushing over Brittany’s. She hovered there, leaving it up to the blonde as to what she wanted. Last chance.
Brittany felt her heart rate increase as Santana brought her hand up to her cheek. To say she was curious would be an understatement. What are you doing? The question was lost as Santana leaned forward and gave her an answer, softly pressing against Brittany’s lips. Oh. Her eyes fluttered closed as she took a small breath, trembling slightly. She was so close to her. Brittany could feel everything that was so intoxicating about Santana drawing her in. Maybe I should… Just kiss her you moron before you make another mistake you’ll regret. I thought you were against this? I’m against you being a miserable, brooding- Okay, okay. “I love you.” She whispered as her grip on Santana’s hand tightened and she leaned forward to close the space between them. Her free hand moved to wrap around Santana’s back pulling her closer to her; intent on never letting her go.
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She’s Only Happy When She’s Dancin’
Santana powered through her cup of coffee, ignoring the burn on her tongue. She was glad to have finished it so fast, because Brittany’s beginning to their conversation was slightly alarming. The blonde was never so direct to the point, at least not straight off the bat. Santana set the mug on a table and looked down into her lap. Clearly, bullshit was not going to work.
“I don’t know why I went. I was walking around and suddenly I was outside your theatre and I really wanted to see you, even if I was supposed to be leaving you alone. So the next best thing was being a creeper, and I promised myself I wouldn’t miss another show ever again. And I wanted to keep that promise, even if it wasn’t from the front row. And then you were dancing to Daydreamer and Britt….you were so beautiful and I didn’t know what to do with myself because who in their right mind would let something that breathtaking get away from them? But I would…I did. And then I sent you the flowers because I wanted you to know how much I love you and how overwhelming that fact is when you dance. And then you found me…on your doorstep…waiting…for hours…” Santana couldn’t finish the sentence.
Brittany sipped her lemonade and nodded as she took all of this information in. “You’re the reason I dance.” she started. “I know that sounds super cheesy and lame but its true. Good or bad Santana you make me feel things. Lots of different things. And I have two options. I can hold them in which… well I tried that and now look at me. Or I can use them for something. Right now that something is dance… in the future who knows what it will be.”
She took Santana’s hand in her own and traced circles on her palm with her thumb. “San, you’re like the coolest person I’ve ever met. You’re my best friend. Always. It took a long time for you to be able to realize how amazing you are. I still don’t think you do completely. But I do. Especially now. It’s moments like these… even the ones when everything goes to shit that we… we’re special.And even if we’re just friends forever, we have something unique. I mean what other pairs have simultaneous breakdowns and spend hours huddled outside of each others doors?” Brittany joked trying to lighten the mood. “I couldn’t reply to your letter. Not and do it justice. But everything you said… The end of it. I could never ever forget you. Because I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else in the entire world.” She chanced a look at Santana her fear evident in her eyes. Refusing to break eye contact, she bit her lip and waited for Santana to speak.
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