Brittany shivered under her touch, but would never dream of pulling away. It felt so good, just to be this close to Santana again. There was a palpable hesitation in the air, causing a tension to buzz around them for a moment and make Brittany’s head dizzy with want. She took a deep breath, watching Santana drink from the bottle before placing it aside. Shame, because she had really been enjoying it.
All thoughts of wine fled from her as Santana’s lips met her’s. She sighed softly into the kiss, her hands finding Santana’s hips and pulling her closer. She wanted to feel her; to be near her and hold her. Honestly, if she had had any doubts that things would advance, just holding her would be enough. Just having Santana like this, kissing her and feeling her, was more than enough to placate her.
But that wasn’t all she wanted. She trailed her hands up Santana’s sides, teasing the tan skin lightly as she moved around to her back and unhooked her bra with ease. She broke the kiss, pulling back to breathe deeply. “I need you too, San.” she replied belatedly, licking her lips a little as a distraction for herself, not wanting to rush things but feeling the urge to do just that.
Santana’s body felt on fire wherever Brittany touched her, leaving a blazing trail of heated skin in it’s wake. She shuddered involuntarily as Brittany’s proximity jump started her body. Reluctantly, Santana pulled away from their kiss, tanned fingers sliding the straps of her bra down slowly before discarding the garment on the floor at her side. Her hands trembled as she moved to rid Brittany of her own bra and her fingers fumbled a second too long against the clasp before she finally managed to unsnap it. She didn’t know why she was nervous, theyd’ done this more times than Santana could properly count and she knew Brittany’s body better than she knew her own. But this felt different, it felt like the first time all over again causing nimble fingers to slow hesitantly as she slipped the straps from creamy shoulders.
It was as if her mind was working against her, sending her back to a time before she had become the well practiced sexual deviant of the present. She longed to return to the days of frenzied fucking when they would rut together in hurried desperation between classes or in the showers after practice. But there would be time for that later, this moment was bigger than Santana could bring herself to admit. As the garment fell from she pressed forward, wrapping her arms securely around Brittany’s waist to guide her up to the bed. “Come here.” She whispered, maneuvering around until she could press Brittany’s back into the pillows behind her.
She kissed Brittany again as she draped her tan body across the pale one beneath her. Breasts brushed together deliciously as sucked Britt’s lower lip between hers, tugging softly. She asked silent permission with her eyes, fingers ghosting up Brittany’s side as Santana propped herself up on an elbow. “Please?”
She wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not at loud at least, but she missed Puckerman. There was something endearing about the disgusting dirtball that had her heart reluctantly longing to see him again. And seeing as how both she and Brittany had spent the Holiday’s holed up in their apartment or touring all of New York she hadn’t had the chance to catch up with her favorite mohawked moron. With less than a week left until classes sucked Santana back into the black hole of studying and ‘studying’ with Britt, she figured that now was as good a time as any to satisfy her Puckerman fix. Besides, she really needed to get her drink on and she was afraid that Brittany would think she had a serious problem if she suggested another night of drunken shenanigans. So it was with great care that Santana packed her bag with an unopened bottle of rum. She’d almost forgotten about the bottle in her room, seeing as she had spent the last few weeks sleeping (when they managed to cool off long enough to sleep) in Britt’s room.
It was a testament to how happy Santana had been lately that she didn’t take a drink or two of the rum to tide her over on her way to Puckerman’s. Proud of herself, Santana slung the bag over one shoulder and headed out into the living room. She made it halfway to the door before she decided to backtrack, returning to Britt’s room where she was sure her girlfriend would be getting ready for work. Santana had told Puck that she would be there within twenty minutes, but ten minutes later she was just making it to the door a positively elated look placed across her usually haughty features. She could really get used to being back in a relationship with Britt. Everything just seemed right again. Santana still hadn’t come down from her high twenty minutes later when she was finally knocking on Noah’s door. If this was what happiness was like, there was no way in hell she was ever letting go.
“Fuckerman, open the goddamned door, it’s freezing out here.” She pounded on the door again, the scowl in her voice not quite reaching the warmth of her eyes as she waited. “If your ass isn’t at this door in five seconds I’m taking my fine ass and this bottle of rum back home. And I won’t even regret drinking it without you!”
Brittany kissed her back, so happy to see her this way. It was so refreshing and new after all those weeks of nothing. They had both been unhappy to a certain extent, but now that was all gone and she loved it. It also helped a little that she was getting her way, which was enjoyable no matter what anyone may say. She watched her go a little confused at first about why exactly she was so smart, but not caring too long.
She stopped short of running after her, grabbing the wine bottle from the ground and taking a long drink before carrying it with her into the bedroom. She didn’t say a word or look at Santana as she set it on the dress, immediately stripping herself down to her underwear before picking it up again and going over to the bed. She wasn’t interested in wasting time. She wanted Santana close to her and she didn’t need any romantic or teasing undressing to get there.
Following Brittany’s line of thought, Santana had already divested herself of her work clothes. She reclined seemingly lazily against Brittany’s pillows. Her body hums as she devours Brittany with her eyes, it’s been so long and she wants nothing more than to feel that delicious sensation of skin against skin. Puck was alright, when it was just about fucking the feelings away, but with Brittany it’s different. It was always different with Brittany. Scooting forward, Santana shifted on the bed until she was right in front of Britt, worrying her own lip harshly between her teeth. Reaching out she trailed her fingers over the vast expanse of skin, the pads of her fingers tracing nonsensical patterns against taut abs.
“You’re beautiful.” She whispered gently before pushing herself to her knees. Taking the bottle of wine in one hand she tip sit back to take a long swing. “And I need you Britt.” Another drink and she sets the bottle on one of the end tables before turning her attention fully to the woman in front of her. And then, unable to hold herself back anymore, she presses their lips together, harsher this time, desperately seeking that passion she had glimpsed only a month ago.
Brittany couldn’t help the small blush that formed or the giggle that slipped out. She was so relieved that Santana hadn’t been mad at her that she couldn’t really help it. “I like that idea,” she agreed, watching her. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her. She had been keeping her distance, being careful, and ignoring all of these feelings for so long. She was having a hard time ignoring them now.
“San…” she said slowly, adjusting her position so she could lean toward her better, taking the glass from her hands. “I know I worked hard on this, but I don’t really care about it right now.” she admitted, setting the glass aside and taking her hand. “Do you mind if we…” she trailed off, nodding toward her bedroom to give Santana a clue. She didn’t want to sit here and wait. She wanted to be as close to Santana as possible, because she knew they had both been tortured all these weeks and she hated it.
It had been exactly seven months and a few days (three to be precise, but who was counting) since the last time they had had sex. Well, there was the party back in November, but Santana refused to count that as she couldn’t remember anything short of small flashes. She wanted Brittany so bad it was painful, just being this near to her was short circuiting something in Santana’s brain. A part of her didn’t want all of Britt’s hard work to go to waste, they still had plenty of wine and all of the deserts that made Santana’s mouth water. But she had never been able to deny Brittany anything that she asked for. Especially when it was something she wanted so desperately as well. At Brittany’s touch, Santana laced their fingers together and nodded.
For the first time in what felt like forever Santana laughed; a deep belly aching laugh. In that moment she felt free of all the emotional baggage that had been keeping her down. She was weightless and happier than she could ever remember being. When the short laughter finally died down she grabbed the fabric of Brittany’s shirt, pulling her in for a bruising kiss. “Brittany,” She began pulling back to refill her lungs with air, “You are the smartest person I’ve ever met.” She stood, bringing Brittany with her and kissed her again, rising up on her toes to deepen the gesture as best as she could.This time when Santana pulled back she dropped the hand she had been clinging to and stepped away. Without another word she moved off, heading right for Brittany’s room, pausing only to throw a saucy grin over her shoulder before disappearing past the open door.
Brittany watched her arrange the flowers, giggling slightly. She loved seeing Santana so happy and vivacious. It always stunned her that she could make her feel that way, and she vowed then to do everything in her power from her on out to keep her that way.
She nodded at the question, taking Santana’s hand and leading her over to the blanket. “It was really okay.” she said quietly as they sat down. She poured them both a small glass of the wine, handing Santana her’s with a small smile. “He was really understanding and it wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be.” she summarized, not wanting to talk about the break up. “I’ve just been anxious to do this.”
At that, she hesitated. She knew she needed to be honest about how long things had been over with Mike, but she also knew Santana wasn’t going to like it. “I kind of did it a while ago.” she whispered, looking down at her glass and taking a drink to give herself a moment to form a good apology. “I wanted to tell you, but I wanted it to be perfect!” she defended immediately. “Romance isn’t my thing. That’s always been you, but… You deserved this.” she told her, gesturing to the blanket.
Santana could take a hint. it was clear that Britt didn’t really want to talk about her break up with Mike and that was somethign Santana was not about to push. It was more than enough that Brittany had gone through all this trouble to set up such a wonderful spread. She wasn’t about to ruin the romantic atmosphere by grilling her about Mike. Santana opened her mouth to speak, to change the subject, but the hesitation in Brittany’s voice stopped her and she clamped her mouth shut in order to listen carefully. Unbidden, a scowl tugged at the corner of her lips, pulling them down from the broad smile that had been there only moments before. “You did it awhile ago?” She repeated, somewhat irritated by the sudden realization, “Dang it Brittz.” But she just couldn’t stay mad at the blonde.
It was impossible with the beautiful set up setting such a romantic mood around them. “If you think romance is my thing, then maybe we really should get your head checked.” She teased, scooting closer to Brittany. “I’m not gonna say that I’m not irritated that you kept your break up from me, ‘cause it’s been hard as hell trying to keep my distance…” She trailed off smirking bemuesdly, “But I’m not mad. This,” Santana gestured around the room, mimicking the blonde’s previous motions, “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”
Santana set her glass of wine down and reached out, stroking her fingertips gently along the curve of Brittany’s jawline before leaning in for a tender kiss. “Tell ya what. You can make it up to me in Sweet Lady Kisses alright?” She peppered her face in light kisses before pulling back and taking a small sip of the wine in front of her. “I love you Brittany. I couldn’t have asked for a better night.”
Like what? Watch TV? Eat? Fantasize about Britt?? I’m coming!!!
Ain’t no fantasy asshole. You’re just jealous, which I totally understand.
Brittany’s next breath came out shaky as she watched Santana enter. She didn’t say anything as she threw her stuff aside, letting her take in their living room for a moment before stepping forward to stand in front of her and hold out the roses.
“I know things have been hard recently.” she said quietly, smiling softly at the look of confusion on Santana’s face. It was adorable and she finally thought she understood all those times Santana would look at her in a loving way when she asked a particularly idiotic question. “I know we’ve been having to keep our distance, and that you hate it, but…” she hesitated, looking around the living room a little. “I set all of this up and I think we need to celebrate.”
She stepped close, taking Santana’s hand in her own to bring them together. She had wanted to do this for so long, and finally she got the chance to. It was so stupid to be nervous, but she was. Her stomach was in knots and she had to force herself into to fidget as she leaned in, pressing her lips to Santana’s gentle. When she pulled back, the smile on her face was huge now.
“I broke up with Mike.” she said finally. “And… If you still want me… I’m all your’s.”
The only thing Santana’s mind had time to register was flowers, beautiful roses, and a voice intoning the fact that they were just for her. She stood there completely stunned as she accepted the roses. Did this mean…? Santana’s heart jumped into her throat and she could only listen to Brittany as she talked, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly. She had imagined this moment for so long, but she never quite expected it to feel like this, or even be remotely like this. It was clear from the state of the room and the nervous look on Brittany’s face that the blonde had gone all out for this moment. And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly love her any more.
Santana grinned against the soft kiss, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation she had waited nearly a month to feel. Nothing had ever felt more right than kissing Brittany. She almost protested the sudden loss of contact but the smile on Brittany’s face stopped her and she simply returned the gesture with a grin of her own. And then when she heard the words she’d been waiting so long to hear she tugged Brittany back to her, arms encircling her neck despite the flowers still clutched protectively in her left hand. “Of course. Yes.” Leaning forward she pressed their foreheads together, “Please.” And then, unable to contain herself anymore, she pressed their lips together again the kiss deeper this time. Santana let her lips linger attemtpingto absorb the moment and everything that was Brittany. Jesus this woman was perfect.
Reluctantly she broke away, clutching the roses to her chest as she cast her brown eyes about the room.”This..This looks amazing Britt, you really didn’t have to. You could have just told me.” Santana shook her head and kissed Brittany’s cheek as she moved towards the kitchen for a vase for the flowers. “But, I’m so glad you did.” She arranged the flowers into a a small vase they kept near the refrigerator and all but skipped back to her best friend. Was it girlfriend now? Was this official. She wrapped her arms around Brittany’s waist pulling her back like she was the only thing of substance left in the world. “This is perfect Britt…Thank you so much.”
“Are you okay?” Santana was referring to the break up. The last thing she wanted to mention was Mike, but she knew how hard it had probably been on Brittany. “It’s okay if you aren’t.”
Have I mentioned how much I love you? Give me twenty minutes!
Maybe once or twice. Hurry up! I gots better things to do than wait for your ass :]
Brittany flitted around the room, making sure all the furniture was perfectly pushed away from the middle where she had a blanket spread out nicely. It had wine and desserts spread out over it and she had actually locked Lord Tubbington in her room so he wouldn’t get in their way or try and eat anything. All around where scented candles; all Santana’s favorite that mingled well together. They were the only thing giving off light, making it dim in a romantic sort of way. On the counter, there were a dozen roses, ready to be handed over to the lucky lady herself the minute she walked through the door.
Brittany had been planning this night for a week. She wanted to wait until after their finals were done, so they wouldn’t have to rush through any romance or lovey dovey moments that would surely follow, but Santana wasn’t exactly aware that it had been over with Mike for a while now. She’d probably be mad if she found out, but Brittany wanted this to be as special as humanly possible and that just couldn’t happen when they were so busy all the time.
It had been hard. It was probably the worst thing Brittany had ever done, since she wasn’t accustomed to breaking up with people. He had been understanding though, which she was grateful for. There were assurance that they could still be friends and they had parted on peaceful terms. She cried a little, but she wasn’t sure if it was from sadness or happiness. Maybe a small mixture of both. She liked Mike, but she loved Santana, and this just had to be done.
Taking a deep, slow breath to calm herself, she glanced at the clock on the wall and saw she only had seconds until Santana would walk through the door. She got home at precisely the same time every single day, so Brittany was ready as she could possible be when the hour came.
To say that Santana was having a miserable day would be the understatement of the century. Classes had been over for nearly a week and ever since she had been getting nothing but flack from her parents to return home for the Holidays. Apparently her family was taking her older brother, Antonio to Spain for some sort of medical conference and they wanted Santana to come along as well, but the youngest Lopez had denied their offer rather vehemently. Not only did a month with her family sound like a slow suicide but Santana wanted to spend Christmas with Britt just like they had done for the last god knows how many years of their life. The result of that particular battle had been unsavory and she was currently sporting two new voice mails from her mother that had been left within an hour of each other. Add to that the extra hours she’d picked up at Turbulence to pay for her friend’s holiday gifts and the fact that there was no news on the Brittany/Mike front, and you got a rather down cast woman.
She was trying hard to be as patient as possible with Brittany as she knew how important it was to the blonde that she conduct her break up properly, but it was becoming more and more difficult to keep her distance from Britt. Everytime the blonde danced through the halls Santana had to restrain herself from joining along and pulling her into a hunger and it was only sheer willpower that had stopped her from hopping into the shower with Britt on more than one occasion. She was trying, damnit, but she was so tired of being a good friend that it was driving her insane. If she didn’t break it off with Mike soon she was just going to go out and lynch the man in his sleep and that was a bonafide guarantee.
As she mounted the stairs to their apartment Santana’s phone began buzzing insistently from where she had it stowed in her purse. Fetching it the brunette glowered at the ID. Papa Lopez again. With a roll of her eyes she answered the phone to hear the rapid and angry Spanish of her father. “Dad!” She huffed, keys jingling in the lock, ” ‘S important to me that I stay here alright. No. No I did not tell mama to go fuck herself. Not really actually. No. Lo siento Papi but…” She trailed off eyes squinting to see in the dark, “Dad I’m going to have to call you back I think our power’s out.” And without waiting for a reply she ended the call and tossed her stuff near the bench by the front door.
As she traveled further into the small apartment the familiar scent of her favorite candles filled the air. Brown eyes fell upon the food adorn blanket in the living room and her breath hitched suddenly in her throat. “Britt Britt? What’s going on?”