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*Incoming text* Puck: You coming?
Brittany peers down at her phone as she makes her way through the bar entrance. She was meeting up with Puckerman and his new partner Quinn. Puck and Brittany had been friends for 2 years and had shared a past of witty banter, flirting and the occasional hookup. Despite the occasional fuck, the two eventually solidified their friendship and Puck eventually fell into a relationship with Quinn. There were no hard feelings, Pierce was happy the man had finally settled down and she was looking forward to meeting the blonde, the one that took Puckerman's heart and renounced his player tendencies.
Brittany ignores the text and makes her way to the bar, spotting the buff man sitting at the front, sloshing a beer back.
"Miss me?" Brittany quips, arms wrapping around the man before her, settling lightly on his waist.
"Was beginning to think you weren't going to come." Puck slurs.
Brittany steps back, putting an end to their short embrace, noticing a pair of eyes on the two.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She says, her eyes moving over toward the blonde who had been sitting next to Puck. "And you must be Quinn. Brittany Pierce, nice to finally meet you."
"Hi Brittany, Puck here has told me a lot about you." Quinn speaks warmly. Brittany lets out a sigh of relief and settles into the conversation, which seemed to flow rather smoothly. Quinn appeared to be a genuinely sweet woman and Brittany couldn't help but notice the loving and lust filled exchanges between Puck and Quinn. Quinn was here for the long haul.
Brittany finds herself settled on the bar stool and three rounds of drinks go by, their heads rolling back in laughter as stories of Puck and Brittany's antics roll out.
"So, Brittany, any woman kicking around?" Quinn inquires warmly, a light touch to the blonde's hand.
"No, no. I mean, the occasional hookup, yes. But nobody special." The blonde asserts, eyes glued to the Pornstar she had just downed. Brittany knew the woman meant no harm but she was beginning to feel antsy as the conversation fell to relationships. Allie hadn't been in a relationship in over two years, not since she caught her ex cheating on her with another woman. A quick fuck, sure, but allowing herself to be vulnerable again after all she had been through in her past made the bile rise in her throat. Her palms began to feel sweaty.
Puck must have noticed the blonde's change in demeanour.
"Let's dance." He asserts, stumbling from the stool with his hand in Quinn's as he leads their way to the dancefloor.
Forty-five minutes had gone by and Puck's hands made it around Quinn's waist, Brittany admired them momentarily before getting lost into the heavy bass of the music. Her hips swayed, she rolled her head back and the group shuffled their way to the centre of the dancefloor. By now, the bar was packed with mostly women and Brittany smiled to herself, appreciating the quaint queer bar.
The blonde peered around, taking in the faces of strangers before her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a beautiful latina woman, dancing to the beat of the music, appearing transfixed as her hands danced around the waist of a petite redhead. She watched as the brunette woman snaked her hands over the women's breasts and down her waist. Brittany's lips part slightly and she takes in the woman's deep chocolate eyes as the latina peered into Brittany's eyes while she continued dancing, a smirk playing at her lips. Brittany didn't know how to feel about the exchange, but her body betrayed her. She could feel the heat between her thighs, hitting straight at her core.
Brittany is brought out of her stupor with a smack to her wrist.
"Keep it in your pants why don't ya. The queen of England can hear you." Puck smirks. She can hear Quinn giggle and Brittany simply rolls her eyes.
"Fuck off." She lets out, breaking away from the trance as she made her way back to the bar for another drink. And then another. And then she wanders back to the floor, settling into the beat of the music.
She's making small talk with Puck and Quinn in between swaying her hips when she feels the pull of the brunette gain. This time the latina is mere inches from her, her back turned. Brittany rakes her eyes over the woman, biting her lip slightly as she peers down her perfect form, orbs settling on her ass looking plump in tight, black jeans.
"You should talk to her." Puck taunts.
"No way, and besides, she already has someone."
"Fine, keep eye fucking from afar. That'll do you good." Puck laughs out, patting the blonde's shoulder in a patronizing manner.
Brittany ignores Puck's teasing and makes an attempt to focus on the music, resisting the urge to gawk at the rather attractive latina in her peripheral.
The blonde then settles back into the music, taking turns dancing with Puck and Quinn between drinks. Tipsily, she sways and is surprised when a lithe caramel arm finds itself wrapped around her frame, a toned body pressing against her from behind.
"Hey." The voice rasps and Brittany immediately relaxes into the touch of the stranger, her sexy, velvety voice putting her at ease.
She tilts her head and that's when she notes the dark brown curls from the woman behind her.
"Hey yourself." Brittany breathes out, pressing her back into the pretty woman.
They continue to dance, no words exchanged between the two. "Mmm" Brittany lets out quietly, as the brunette's hands drapes over her stomach, the other hand finding its way to Brittany's hip. She can only hope that her audible moan is lost over the roar of the music. She doesn't know if the brunette heard it and the brunette doesn't make a comment, only flushes their bodies even closer than before, if at all possible.
"What's your name?" The brunette husks into Brittany's ear, her plump lips briefly and ever so slightly grazing against the blonde's ear.
"Brittany." The blonde grumbles out, fighting the arousal that seemed to only intensify with each touch.
"Pretty name." The brunette asserts between song transitions.
"And you are?"
"Santana. Santana Lopez."
Two songs pass by and the two are settled into dancing. A sexy song begins to play and Brittany sways her hips with more finesse, pressing her behind back into the brunette. Santana only grips Brittany tighter and Brittany gasps audibly as Santana's lips begin to place tantalizing kisses over Brittany's neck, while her hands begin to rake over Brittany's stomach and then her clothed tits.
I look and stare so deep in your eyes (I-)
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name, two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling, and my pride is the one to blame (yeah)
'Cause I know I don't understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can
"Fuck." Brittany breathes out, eyes fluttering shut.
"We'll see about that." Santana smirks into her ear and Brittany all about loses it. She turns her head 25 degrees to the right and peers into chocolate orbs that are now much darker than before, pupils slightly dilated.
Brittany is suddenly lost. Lost in Santana's touch, in Santana's eyes and the tantalizing air dances between them, their lips centimetres apart.
The latina closes the taunting distance between the two women, pressing her lips firmly against Brittany's mouth.
"Mm" Brittany shutters, lips parting slightly.
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your love's got me looking so crazy right now (your love)
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your touch got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now (hey)
Your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy, your love's got me looking
Got me looking so crazy in love
She then feels the brunette's tongue lightly against the space between her lips. She's a goner when Santana's tongue enters her mouth from behind and she tries to ignore the feeling of the woman's breasts pressed firmly against her back.
The kiss is hard, gritty, all tongue and teeth, as Santana attacks the blonde's mouth. Brittany barely notices that Santana's right hand has made its way under the exposed skin of her shirt, firmly raking over her lithe stomach as Santana intensifies their kiss.
"Get a room why don't ya."
Brittany snaps out of her drunken, tantalizing trance when she hears none other than Puckerman who is sporting the biggest smirk the blonde had ever witnessed. And that is saying something.
"She's right, you know." The latina husks out, removing her hand from underneath Brittany's shirt.
"W-what?"
"We could…. Come back to mine."
Before Brittany can respond, the brunette envelopes her hand in hand, leading her toward the exit. She hauled momentarily, surprised when Santana makes it a point to say "Hello" to Quinn.
Did they know eachother? Brittany can't get over how intertwined the small town of Ohio was.
"Taxi will be here in 5." Santana lets out, smiling at Brittany, as the cold air hits them, but she doesn't make any effort to part their enveloped hands and Brittany would be damned to let go of the older woman's tight embrace. She can still feel the brunette's body pressed against hers. Still feel the sweet taste of her tongue against Brittany's lips.
"Thank you." Brittany states as Santana opens the door of the taxi for the two. Brittany hops in and settles in the left seat, making room for brunette who utters directions to the driver.
It's a quiet drive. No verbal communication between the two women, but for that they would compensate in touch. Santana has her hand on the blonde's thigh, her middle finger tracing circles as she ever so slowly inches closer to where Brittany needed her most.
"We're here. C'mon" Santana says before throwing a 50 bill to the driver, uttering a thanks.
Brittany takes in the house, it's impressive and on a quiet street. She wonders what Santana's occupation is. Santana ushers her in by the hand.
Soon the door closes behind them and as soon as the door closes, Brittany's being pressed up against the doorframe.
"Off" Santana murmurs, hands flailing suggestively at Brittany's shirt, but not before the pretty brunette's lips meet hers for another tantalizing kiss.
Brittany simply nods, hands flying to the hem of her shirt, biting her lip as she takes off her shirt, leaving her feeling a bit exposed in the strangers house. She doesn't have much time to settle into her faint insecurities, as the brunette presses their bodies together, her thigh sneaking its way between Brittany's, pressing firmly against Brittany's core.
"Oh god" Brittany moans out as she melts into the feeling of the pretty brunette's thigh pressed against her.
"Yeah? You like that?" Santana smirks.
"Mhm" Brittany all but nods, throwing her head back as Santana begins kissing her neck, finding her pulse point. She then feels Santana's teeth grasping at her nape, a sting followed by her soothing tongue. She feels Santana's hands on her stomach, before they make their way to Brittany's breasts, pressing firmly over the material of Brittany's bra. She then shudders as Santana's left hand scrapes down her abdomen, before pressing against the hem of Brittany's crotch.
"Fuck, Santana."
"I intend to."
Brittany doesn't have a chance to respond, not that she'd have the words either. No, they're caught in her throat and she's left with a guttural moan as Santana repeats her motion against Brittany's crotch over her pants, this time flicking her fingers in a forward motion.
"I can smell you." Santana husks.
"Fuck."
Santana then slips her hand into the waistband of the blonde's pants and rubs her over her panties.
"You're soaked."
"Please." The blonde whines.
"Please what?"
"Fuck me."
Santana removed her hands momentarily and the blonde whimpers at the loss of contact. The brunette then swiftly unbuttons Brittany's jeans and yanks them down, with her underwear, leaving Brittany exposed. She then meets Brittany where she needed it most, placing her hand firmly between Brittany's thighs. To Brittany's surprise, the latina lets out a moan when her fingers press against Brittany's slit.
"Ughhhh" Brittany groans, half lidded eyes rolling in the back of her head.
"Fuck Brittany." Santana grunts into her ear, the blondes moans only spurring her on as her finger teases down the blondes slit, entering her roughly.
"F-fuck".
"You know, I was thinking about you…" the brunette pauses carefully, before thrusting back into the blonde with a second finger. "When I was touching her."
"Santana." The blonde lets out weakly.
"Yes, Brittany?"
"I'm so close."
Santana all but howls, her fingers moving faster inside the blonde, before curling up inside her.
"Brittany?"
"Yes, Santana?"
"I want you to be a good girl and cum for me."
And she does. Thighs shaking as she throws her head back against the frame of the door. Her body climaxes and Santana continues to fuck her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm.
A few minutes pass and Santana removes her fingers, eyes staring into the blonde as she sucks her fingers clean of Brittany's cum.
Brittany bites her lip and drops to the floor, her dark blue eyes never leaving the brunette's.
She fumbles her hands over Santana's pants hastily unbuttoning them and sliding them down Santana's thighs. Santana then slips out of her pants, spreading her legs for Brittany.
Santana's hand makes its way to the back of the blonde's head, grasping onto her hair. She pulls the blonde impossibly close and Brittany moans as she presses her mouth against Santana's mound. Santana is soaked, and Brittany hums at the delicious sight before her. She can feel her lower extremity pounding once again, doing her best to ignore her own arousal for the sake of the brunette.
"Feels….. Good" Santana moans out huskily as Brittany teasingly traces her tongue along Santana's slit, entering her cunt ever so slightly before withdrawing. She builds up a pattern, a rhythm and the brunette's vocality only spurs her on more.
"D-don't stop." Santana groans, her grasp firmer. And Brittany quickly inserts a finger inside the blonde while continuing her motions with her tongue.
"F-fuck Brittany." Santana grunts out as Brittany adds another finger, beginning to feel the brunette tightening against her tongue and fingers. Santana's thighs begin to quake and then Brittany hears the most beautifully poetic moan she has ever heard in her life, as Santana comes against her. Hard.
The brunette then assists Brittany to her feet and she stares at her, a pensive look on her face.
"Stay." Santana says and Brittany agrees, not needing any persuasion.
Santana takes her hand and leads Brittany into what looks like Santana's bedroom.
Santana then gets into bed and pats the bed, beckoning the blonde to join her.
As soon as Brittany's head meets the pillow, she falls into a deep drunken slumber with only one thing on her mind, the mysterious Santana Lopez.