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I mean, I could but why would I want to?

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany chuckled softly as arms wrapped tightly around her waist, her arms instinctively wrapped around Santana’s shoulders; pulling her in as she rest her chin upon the smaller woman’s head. “Hey you….” she spoke into dark locks, pulling away just barely and placing a kiss to the woman’s hairline (and removing her ridiculous shades). She resumed the embrace immediately after whilst taking a few steps forward over the threshold and into the house (it was a really nice freakin’ house). She let go of Santana with one arm to push the door shut behind her. She never wanted to let go. “God, I missed you so much.” She spoke through emotion, tears building in her eyes through no control of her own.

She leaned back, her index finger slipping under her girlfriends chin and lifting her head from her chest. “Hi….” she greeted again, this time following up with a soft kiss to even softer lips. (Once, twice, and a third; that lingered.) she pulled away and fixed her watery gaze on brown eyes. “You have no idea how much I missed you…” She could sense something in eyes that usually sparkled. “You okay?” She asked, concern taking over her features as trimmed brows knitted together. She pushed her hood off with one hand, the other moving to caress the small of Santana’s back as she tried to read her. Sure they hadn’t seen one another in a few weeks but she could still read the order woman well.

Santana’s lips were relentless, hips nudging Brittany’s own as she pressed her body up against the door, hands gentle but strong. ‘Don’t leave me again’ she itched to scream, but soothing kisses soon eased the burning bitterness of her thoughts, rendering her weak in the knees and allowing a small smile to slip through her gloomy demeanor. “I missed you too, B,” she answered without hesitation, fisting the sides of Brittany’s jacket in an effort to keep her close. “Too much.” Not wanting to be parted from her for even a second.

“I’m fine.” The words fell quickly--too quickly--and she bit her lip as if to take back her blunder. “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” Santana repeated, eager to reassure, a weak smile attempting to mask bold lies. “I’m just happy you’re home.” Home. The words weren’t all untrue, but certainly were a stretch from the absolute truth. She changed the subject hastily, not wanting to dwell on the reality of the situation. That their reunion was sweet, but one that would be relived over and over again once Brittany left for college. An actuality that Santana wasn’t willing or ready to face. She steered Brittany towards the couch, lips against her shoulder. “How was New York? What did you do? Did you have a good time?” Though they’d spent the majority of Brittany’s absence texting (and even tearing up on skype once or twice) it couldn’t compare to the feeling of speaking face to face with her girlfriend.

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Kisses, Tattoos and Unexpected Guest | Brittana

@miss-lopez

Brittany:

It was chilly out, that much was true; and Brittany was proud of herself for dressing appropriately. Though her reasoning wasn’t for weather appropriate comfort. She wore Santana’s hoodie (hood pulled over her head as part of her trying to appear incognito) , a pair of athletic leggings and her favorite black converse. She adjusted her shades on her nose, even though the sun had already set. But she wanted to be sure that no one could recognize her on the off chance that some one from school happened to live in the area. She knew what a big step this was for she and Santana; and how nervous it made her girlfriend (yeah that still hadn’t gotten old) to be public about their relationship. She had even went as far as parking a few blocks away, (hence the current walking) it felt like it had been forever since she had seen Santana in the flesh. 3 weeks to be exact. Three weeks of so many different emotions. She had been personally invited to a three week introduction program at Juilliard in New York City. The big Apple, it had been an amazing experience. She’d danced her ass off, defined her abs, grew out her hair, gotten a new tattoo, made new friends, and impressed a bunch of snooty important people as she learned the ropes of the city. It made her excited for the future: she hadn’t yet submitted her audition tape or application to Juilliard but the idea of moving away was indeed already bitter sweet. Her chances were high and all she could think about was leaving Santana bank in Lima. She shook her head and swallowed the lump in her throat as she jogged up the stairs to Santana’s front door. She knocked immediately, keeping her head down and bouncing in her toes anxiously. She missed Santana so much, she’d cried so many nights in NYC missing the feel of her lips, the comfort of her embrace…the moment was here and she just wanted to be in the arms of the woman she loved.

Fingers tapped and a knee bounced as Santana awaited Brittany’s arrival, excitement and admittedly, nerves squeezing her chest and swirling in her stomach. Of course she wanted Brittany home. Of course she wanted to see her girlfriend (!!!) and kiss her and tel her that she loved her. And of course she wanted Brittany to be happy. But with her return came the sense of her impending departure--perhaps permanently--to a city bordering 600 miles away. And though Santana was strong; knowing what little time she had left with Brittany was, well, little, was borderline too much for her to handle at present.

She’d thrown herself into her work. A devoted gym teacher and cheerio coach had been exactly what McKinley had needed, and despite the earlier intention of both posts--though admittedly, moreso the cheerleading--being temporary, Santana found herself being offered titled promotions and salary wages and Sue herself, impressed with new routines and competition wins had called personally to offer her a place working alongside her when she returned from maternity leave. Confliction was by now a familiar feeling, though not one Santana sought after, and though a decision wasn’t to be made until the not-so distant future, the added anxiety of Brittany leaving made everything ten times heavier. She couldn’t think straight, and nor did she want to. Only wanting her girlfriend by her side (however secretively).

She jumped up at the sound of knocking, barely taking two seconds to cross the room and fling open the door, heart leaping into her mouth. It felt too good to be around Brittany--too real--and though she was frozen for a second, it took little to no time for her to wind her arms around a lean waist and embrace her girlfriend tightly. “Oh my god,” she spoke, the sound muffled from her position, her cheek squished against Brittany’s chest.

[miss-lopez]

TEXT ✉️ Brittany → Santana

Brittany: You know I love you so much right, girlfriend? :P

Brittany: Really?! Awesome. I just need to go home and wash the travel off of me and I can be on my way.

[2 minutes later]

Brittany: How does 7:30 sound?

Santana: I love you too.

Santana: Perfect. I'll be waiting. :)

[miss-lopez]

TEXT ✉️ Brittany → Santana

Brittany: I’m smiling like a complete idiot and people are staring at me. 🙈

Brittany: ofc it’s not too soon, I’ve kind of been wanting to ask for a while now but I wasn’t sure how...and I didn’t want to seem like one of those needy girls that need a title to feel important.

Brittany: So, Girlfriend. What are you doing tonight? Maybe I can come to your place and we can order Chinese and watch some Sweet Valley High? I can tell you all about New York.

[ a beat ]

Brittany: I know you have this thing about me coming to your place but, I really want to see you.

Santana: I've been calling you girlfriend in my head for a while, lol

Santana: You ARE important to me.

[typing]

[pause]

[typing]

Santana: I think that sounds perfect.

Santana: Quinn is at her parents all night :) and I really want to see you too

[miss-lopez]

TEXT ✉️ Brittany → Santana

Brittany: I missed you too, so so much.

Brittany: Not seeing you everyday, made sneaking around seem like a day at Disney World.

Brittany: I never thought about how busy your schedule was until I was between workshops and you were busy teaching class and couldn’t talk.

Santana: It sucked ass. I'm so glad we can finally be together like normal human beings

Santana: I just want to kiss my girlfriend

[a pause]

Santana: Is it too soon to call you that?

[miss-lopez]

TEXT ✉️ Brittany → Santana

Brittany: Guess who just landed and really wants to see you?

Brittany: Hint, She has blonde hair, blue eyes and also wants to kiss your pretty face!

[immediately]

Santana: Whoever could it be!

Santana: I really want to kiss her prettier face

Santana: I missed you babe

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany’s hands ran down Santana’s arms until she was able to take the older woman’s hands into her own grasp. She squeezed them, so warm and familiar. “I love seeing the real you, the you that crinkles your nose when you’re amused or deep in thought, the you that blushes when I tell you how beautiful you are, and the you that loves me…for me.” Brittany smiled bashfully at her fluffiness and shrugged. Santana needed to know just how amazing she really was, just how amazing Brittany though she was, without any protective facade. “It’s scary for me too…but like…roller coaster scary ya know? With butterflies and thrilling heights and the exhilaration of not know what to expect, what’s coming next. I never want to get off this ride.”

Brittany had never been more sure of anything in her entire life. “Just think about it okay, Kitty would be lucky to have your guidance.” She ended her pep speech and let Santana’s hand go, her own tingling from the contact. “Hey, no more apologizes.” She spoke softly. Of course the memory still hurt, visions of the night of homecoming still fresh in her mind, still making her heart jump, and her chest flutter but she wanted to leave it in the past where it belonged. “That’s not who you are, who we are. It was a mistake and we will be stronger because of it.” She knew that was the truth. Mistakes made, as significant as the one of their past didn’t often happen twice. And she knew either of them wanted to experience pain like that again.

The look on Santana’s face couldn’t be described as anything other than purely bashful and she smiled shyly, playing with pale, slender fingers. Enjoying the contrast of their skin tones. “How did I find you?” she asked with a dreamy little sigh, completely aware that she was being sappy. If they were anyone else, any other couple ridiculously in love, she’d make fun of them before tearing them down with cruel words. But they were Brittany and Santana. And there was nothing about that which could be made fun of. They were meant to be. “You’re perfect.”

She meant it in every way possible. Unable to comprehend how someone like Brittany loved someone like her. Brittany could have any girl or boy that she wanted, but instead she wanted Santana despite all the trouble and despite the fact that Santana had already hurt her. She wanted to argue with Brittany’s logic, because what she’d done wasn’t okay. It was a mistake and it would help them to become stronger once they’d worked through it fully, but it didn’t change the fact that Santana had hurt her. And she wasn’t ready to forgive herself for it. But she didn’t press the issue, knowing that now wasn't the time and not wanting to ruin the moment between them. They’d just been intimate in what felt like forever and she wouldn’t let pressing for an argument ruin that. “No more apologies,” she agreed with a kiss to Brittany’s cheek, though the words were half-hearted. Her hand found purchase on Brittany’s waist, the other playing with blonde strands of hair. “You have really pretty hair,” she commented, letting it slide through her fingers. “You’re just really pretty all over.”

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany fought to keep her smile at bay. It felt so good to see Santana open up, to say how she felt throwing caution to the wind. She was a completely different person than the woman she had met a few months ago. “I know…” Brittany agreed, her l hands rubbing soothingly up and down Santana’s upper arms. She knew exactly what the older woman meant. What she was feeling. It was almost unreal, the feelings between the two of them. And she was sure that no many people found what they had with one another in their lifetime, and surely not as early as she and Santana had found one another. Fate had laid its hand from the moment they were first in the same room and there was no turning back.

“Hey, I can’t allow you to talk about the woman I love like that.” Brittany teased, though she was serious. “You don’t see yourself very clearly. Sometimes I feel like you’re still trapped in the mindset of that scared 15-16 year old girl that’s confused and scared.” She paused cradling Santana chin and pulling her in to peck her lips. “But you’re so much more than you know Santana. You’re not horrible, you’re amazing, and caring and kind and protective and sweet.” She shrugged, “Your past and present mistakes don’t define who you are as a person.” Her fingers stroked along a set jaw before she let her hand fall. “You just gotta allow yourself to embrace your greatness. You know what Kitty is going through…in a way. It would help to try and see if you could be the support she needs.” Brittany didn’t like Kitty much, but she really didn’t know much about the girl, but Santana clearly saw something that she herself couldn’t.

“You’ll have to make me,” Santana teased back, hands finding purchase on Brittany’s waist and giving her a little squeeze. She loved her curves, marveling at how her body was lean and toned yet managed to remain so womanly. Her expression returned to a serious one as Brittany spoke and though it was scary, she didn’t protest, accepting the younger girl’s perception of her. “You’re really something,” she spoke honestly, reliving Brittany’s lips on hers in her mind for long, sweet moments. “People have known me for years and all they see is the mouthy cheerleader who kicked Mr Kidney in the balls and claimed to have razor-blades in her hair. But you...you really see me.” She leaned up, pressing a few urgent kisses to Brittany’s lips before pulling away again. “And it’s terrifying and new and honestly I freak out a little bit when I realise you’re not falling for my Lima Heights Adjacent act but...I wouldn’t want anyone else to see the real me.”

She bit her lip. “There are things...I’m different now. I’m trying not to be the scared bully I was back when I was terrified of someone even suspecting that I was gay. But that doesn’t change that I was horrible to people and that I’ve hurt people. That I still hurt people.” Her gaze flashed to Brittany, guilt evident in her dark eyes. “I’m sorry...” She didn’t think she’d ever be able to say it enough. And part of her was terrified that Brittany didn’t forgive her, that she’d realise that she still wasn’t okay with Santana. That she didn’t trust her.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany laughed in response to Santana. “A pony could be interesting, she added honestly, shaking her head at the thought. “Really though, I don’t want anything…” she paused in thought before continuing. “Or maybe I’ll take you up on that massage.” She Now knew exactly what she wanted. “I’ll bring my body and those kisses and you bring the oil, candles and those magical hands.” Brittany’s smile grew at Santana declaration. She would never grow tired of hearing her say those words. “I love you too Santana…” she would definitely never grow tired of saying them. It was like all those fairy tales and forbidden love stories made so much sense. Ow. Before it was all just words and fictional theories. Now it was her reality.

Santana’s protective words made her heart swell and on further made her fall for the older woman. She knew she meant what she had said and she knew that she herself would protect Santana just as fiercely. It was her take on the whole kitty situation that really drew in her attention. She could sense the understanding that was there. And she immediately softened. Her features relaxed as she nodded in agreement. “Maybe…maybe she just need to meet the right person to help her open up…someone who understands.” Brittany spoke code like. Maybe Santana was what kitty needed. Some tough love and understanding. “I bet you’d be a great mentor.” She added, tucking strands of dark hair behind Santanas ear.

Santana beamed at Brittany, all her love and emotion radiating from the soft expression in her eyes. If anyone was going to turn her to mush, it was Brittany. She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d turned into one of those love sick idiots she always used to make fun of, but that was just Brittany’s effect on her. And making Brittany smile like that was well worth embarrassing herself with heartfelt declarations of love and general sappy behaviour. She’d do anything to see that smile and she liked to think that it was just for her. They were meant to be, she knew it. “I’m serious Britt, it’s never felt like this,” she voiced quietly, as if it was a secret between her and the taller girl.

She tilted her head, eyes questioning as she listened to Brittany speak until she realised what she was getting at. “I don’t think so,” she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I’m a horrible person. If anything I’d mentor her into becoming more unmanageable and bitchy than she already is. Plus, we would probably end up killing eachother. My best friend is on the same bitch level that I am and we were known for having a couple of smackdowns in the corridors. Mostly about stealing eachother’s boyfriends, weirdly enough…” She scrunched her nose, remembering the boys she used to hook up with just to keep her self esteem and place in highschool hierarchy high. “But I think she really does need someone or something to help her stop lashing out like that. It’s really self destructive. I guess I’m…kind of worried about her? I know how much it sucks to hide.”

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany complied with Santana’s gesture, turning around without question, and when hands started to work at her tense muscles she relaxed instinctively. Skilled fingers pressed repeatedly into her skin loosening her up. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. “God that feels so good…” she mumbled under her breath, intoxicated by Santana’s touch. It was pain and pleasure as her digits worked through palpable flesh. “I know, it’s hard though. To find a balance. I have so many people depending on me.” She added but she didn’t elaborate. Brittany didn’t like to complain. She knew it would all be over soon and until then she could just use her stress as a way to get Santana to give her endless massages..

The kiss to her neck made her smile, her eyes still closed focused on healing hands. “For my birthday?” The question made her actually take time to think. She pursed her lips. She hadn’t been so satisfied with her life ever. She shrugged. “I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted.” She said simply. It was the honest truth. Santana completed her. “I’ll pay you in compliments if you agree to do that once a week.” Brittany joked referring to the massage that ended too soon, and she turned to face Santana. Arms extending over her head as she stretched. She felt so relaxed, and was craving a nap. An orgasm and a massage was more than enough to make her buckle at the knees.

Brittany couldn’t help but chuckle harmlessly at Santana. She knew the woman was capable of holding her own but watching her get all worked up was even more reassuring and pretty damn hot. “The Cheerios have never looked better than they do now, since you’ve taken over babe, Kitty’s just a bitch. She has been since Jr high. When she bleached her hair and started stuffing her bra.” Brittany knew Kitty, the girl was a terror and annoying as hell. She had always made it her point to avoid her. “Sucks you’ve gotta deal with her, but it seems like you’ve got it under control at least.” Brittany leaned in to kiss Santana’s cheek, she was proud that someone as strong as the older woman wanted her.

Santana quirked an eyebrow, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re ridiculously sweet. But that’s so not true, what about a pony?” she countered playfully, hands roaming Brittany’s back and sides. Brittany’s answer was sweet and she felt a pang or two in her chest in response. Still more than amazed by the reactions that such simple words and actions were able to provoke from her when coming from Brittany. “I love you,” she said, just because she could. She flashed a smile, a little shyly, but still genuine.

“Done,” she giggled, squeezing Brittany’s waist to prove her point. “If you add in some kisses then I’ll throw in candles and massage oil,” she winked, already planning a romantic massage in her head. It was more about the physical; this was about making Brittany feel good in a way that was way more than just sexually. She wanted to make things easier for Brittany in every way possible, and she’d do anything within her power to ensure so. Her cheeks tinged with a little blush and a chuckle, looking almost bashfully at the ground. “Don’t say that, Sylvester will probably skin you alive. Though she’d have to get through me first.”

She scrunched her nose in thought, a little wrinkle appearing between her brows. Kitty reminded her so much of herself in high-school, and maybe that was why her actions irritated her so much. It was bad enough being back working inn a place that made her life a living hell for several years, but the constant reminder of how she reacted to the environment made the memories so much more raw and real. She wasn’t proud of the person that she was at McKinley. “She’s probably just insecure about things, but...she also needs to learn that acting out isn’t gonna make things any better. Trust me, I’ve been there. She just has to face up to her shit and accept it.” Her frown faded as Brittany kissed her cheek and strong arms cradled her close, pressing soft kisses into blonde hair.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany couldn’t help but smile at Santana’s antics, she loved watching her be silly. It just reminded her of how far they had come in just a matter of months. She was literally watching Santana change and grow. It was easy to forget how young Santana actually was with the age difference between them and her technically being her teacher and all, or ex teacher. But she was still a mere 24 years old; still learning and discovering life as a young adult. It made them feel more connected in a way. They were experiencing the same things in life just on different levels. Brittany kissed along Santana’s neck as they stood wrapped in one another. Letting her lips explore as Santana gave her more access, and when she turned in her arms Brittany didn’t hesitate to kiss her lips.

“Long…” she mumbled before continuing. Her fingers snaking under Santana’s shirt and up her back. “I can’t believe it’s already October, I’ve been working on my officially application to Juilliard for early admission, finishing up my audition piece, working on the winter showcase, the winter play, and balancing school work. Not to mention I’m officially 18 in 8 weeks….” She tried to hide the stress in her teachers but she had a lot on her plate. Moments like these with Santana, kept her grounded. It made it easy to forget everything she had going on. “What about you…how was your day?”

Santana could see how Brittany stood with tension weighing down like a burden on her slim body, and she gestured for Brittany to turn around, placing her hands on her shoulders and slowly massaging, her actions firm but making sure to be gentle at the same time. “You need to slow down,” she murmured, pausing in her ministrations. She hated to use her teacher status over Brittany, but in this instance it was important. “I know it’s a lot, but balance is key. Make sure you’re making time to relax and hang out with your friends and such. Senior year is stressful, but it’s supposed to be fun to.” She pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, resuming her movements. Smiling to herself at the thought of Brittany’s birthday. It was all coming round so quickly. “What do you want for your birthday?”

She rubbed slowly, meticulously, taking great care to get rid of every knot of tension in Brittany’s shoulders. “You should really see someone about this,” she suggested, kissing her cheek. “I’m sure they’d do a better job massaging you than I can.” At Brittany’s question, she paused, removing her hands and turning Brittany back around to face her. She shrugged. “It was okay. I had a couple of classes and I’ve pretty much been working on Cheerios routines all day. Sue wants to take the cannon thing a step further and fire people in glitter rockets. I’ve been sneaking laxatives in her protein shakes so she can’t meet me anymore to suggest ideas,” she chuckled, a sly smirk on her lips. 

“And that cheerio that looks like a tree frog--Kitty?--basically suggested that I know nothing about cheer-leading. So I’ve been practising a routine I can perform that will shut them all up tomorrow. Ungrateful bitches. I’m gonna make her run laps until she pukes.” She had to roll her eyes. Had the cheerios always been this whiny? She guessed that when she was in high-school, everyone had been so terrified of her, Quinn and Sue that they didn’t dare complain. But she hated the fact that this group thought they could get away with slacking off and acting up because she was a new teacher. She’d soon show them.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany eyes followed Santana as she closed the space between them, it was like they couldn’t keep their hands off on another, even more so now than before, with a declaration on love on the table. Brittany smirked down at the shorter woman, her hands finding place on her hips, and wrapping around to rest at the small of her back. “Yeah?” She asked her tone matching Santana. He smirk only intensifying as she leaned in to capture full lips. She inhaled through her nose as their lips met in several intoxicating kisses. “Of it makes you happy I’ll trash my entire wardrobe and swap it with yours.” She laughed, but honestly she do anything that made Santana happy.

Brittany’s arms held Santana close as she embraced her but the act was short lived and just as soon as it had began it had ended, Santana hissing in pain and Brittany Lifting her hands in the air as If to surrender. “Are you…” she began to ask but it was obvious what had happened and again anger flashed in blue eyes. “I’m really upset I can’t do anything about Dani, but I can do something about Fuckerman and I will.” She declared already plotting in her head. She folded her arms across her chest. Sugars dad had a lot of money maybe he could get some guys to scare him without physically hurting him. She knew most of the idiots at her school had a thing for Santana, she had learned to block it out long ago.

But knowing few were bold enough to be outright disrespectful was frustrating. Anger faded as she took in Santana’s smile and followed her gaze to where they had just made love on her desk. She smiled too moving behind Santana and wrapping her arms around her waist. She rested her chin on her shoulder and kisses her cheek. “Is doing you again an option, I’ve been wanting to try out a particular position that could really work on that desk of yours.?” Brittany laughed jokingly. She squeezed Santana basking in her warmth. “I just want to be with you…I don’t care what we are doing to be honest.” She added with a few more randomly placed kisses.

“Mm...he’s not worth your anger babe,” Santana countered, shrugging her shoulders. He pissed her off to no ends, but she could handle it. She’d dealt with enough similar behaviour with similar boys, and if anything, harshly shooting him down or making a comment about the dead skunk on his head was kind of satisfying. But Brittany was hot when she was angry and that was a side to her that she could totally get used to seeing. Maybe she should bring up Puck’s leering more often.

She snorted, eyebrows raising at Brittany’s suggestion and she flashed her a little grin over her shoulder, placing her hands on the edge of her desk and sticking her ass out. “Take me, I’m yours!” she teased, before straightening up in Brittany’s hold, savouring the feeling of her arms around her waist. She loved being held, and it was times like this that made her thank whoever was up their for their awesome height difference. “Me neither,” she hummed, turning to expose more of her skin to Brittany. “That feels nice.” She thought hard about what they could do, but it was difficult to think properly with Brittany’s lips and scent distracting her. Plus, it felt so nice to just stand there and be held by Brittany, all cooped up in her office. It felt weirdly domestic, and they were hidden away from the world. “How was your day?” she asked, turning around to face Brittany and lovingly cupping her cheeks.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany’s eyes widened when Santana fell into her, her initial reaction was assuming something was wrong, that she had did something wrong, she caught her by her arms and steadied her, a string of concerning questions prepared to fire until she noticed the look of bashfulness on her features. She pieced together the current events and realized what the issue was, she couldn’t help but blush as well, her cheeks and ears heating up. She had done that to Santana. A smile slowly spread across her face and she pulled her lips into a tight line. She was kind of proud of herself.

Brittany wasn’t at all experienced in sex with a woman so the fact that she could cause Santana to be weak in the knees was a proud moment for her. She cheered internally. But she didn’t comment, not wanting to make the moment awkward. “I didn’t check the weather this morning. Seasons can be kind of tricky….especially in the beginning. It was like 70 degrees last week.” She tried to defend herself as she caught the clothing tossed in her direction. She sat them down on Santana’s desk and untied the drawstring of her shorts before shimmying out of them and allowing them to fall to the floor.

Her panties were sticking to her wetness, more uncomfortable now that her arousal had simmered down. She tried to hide the evidence as she stepped into the sweats provided to her. “Thank you.” She added, she really was grateful to not have to brave the cold in her silk shorts. She tied the string to the sweats, they fit pretty well. She shrugged on the hoody and was engulfed by Santana’s scent. Her eyes closed and she pulled the fabric closer. “Mmm…yeah you’re not getting this back.” She laughed, picking up her Discarded shorts and moving to stuff them in her book bag.

Santana’s eyes darkened, her gaze on Brittany intense. She took a few steps forward, trailing her fingers along Brittany’s side and down her thigh, playing with the material of her sweats. “You look really hot in my clothes,” she purred, draping her arms over Brittany’s shoulders. The sweatpants were slightly too short, but it was the hoodie that was doing it for Santana. “Maybe you should wear them all the time.” She leaned up, pressing a few urgent kisses to soft lips before drawing the taller girl into a tight embrace, arms snaking tightly around the girl’s waist.

Her nose nuzzled against Brittany’s chest, cheek pressed against the fabric of her hoodie before the zipper caught on her bruise. “Shit...” she hissed, pulling away and rubbing at her cheekbone. Unable to hold back her grimace of pain. “Fucking Dani...” She scrubbed at her eyes, blinking away a couple of tears that had gathered from the stinging. “Remind me to put concealer on tomorrow. If Puckerman makes a crude comment one more time about me liking it rough...” Her face said it all. She’d had it up to here with having to listen to students talking about her like she was a piece of meat. She’d put up with it all through high-school, maybe even encouraged it once or twice to keep up her reputation, but she was sick of it now. But she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. And that was the worst thing about it.

Santana’s eyes fell to the crumpled, torn papers on her desk, a smile playing on her lips as she remembered what had just happened. She’d have to redo all of that work in her free time, but being with Brittany was more than worth it. They hadn’t been together in so long...and making love in her office had been just what they needed. It would sound crude to the outside world, but the reality of it was much more romantic. “What do you want to do now?” 

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

They were both clearly spent. Fingers limp still inside of Santana as she came down from her high, and feeling Santana come down as well. She was speechless. Her chest heaving and little jolts of electricity still making her body jerk toward every few seconds. She was tingling all over and parts of her were numb yet slowly regaining feeling. Her weight rested solely upon Santana, her free hand holding up her remaining weight, griping at the edge of the desk. Time fell away as they both tried to regain any type of control over their bodies. Brittany removed her hand just as Santana did and she mimicked the older woman’s actions, cleaning off her fingers as well. She loved how Santana tasted. Her eyes bore into deep brown eyes as her tongue worked between and around long fingers.

She hummed in delight. It has been so long since they had last been intimate, and this was even better than her memory served. Their lips met in a soft kiss and Brittany relished in the mix of flavors, and gentle fingers in her hair. She ran her tongue over full lips before melting into them once more, pulling away when her lungs burned for oxygen. “Wow about sums things up.” She laughed, her voice hoarse, her hands running up and down Santana’s thighs. “I would apologize for kind of attacking you but I’m not the slightest bit apologetic about what just happened.” She kissed Santana’s good cheek, her jaw, her lips again. “You make me feel…” she shook her head at a loss. “I love you Santana.” Was the only thing that felt right.

Santana shivered, still feeling an after-shock or two. “Don’t be, attack me whenever you want,” she winked, playful after such an intimate moment. It seemed that all it took for Santana to open up was Brittany. To be herself, to be silly, to not need to worry about keeping up appearances and portraying herself in a particular way. Her nose scrunched as Brittany kissed her cheek, and her heart skipped a beat as she uttered those words again. She couldn’t believe how much they’d grown. It had felt like minutes since she was terrified of being caught glancing at Brittany in class, and now they were openly declaring their love for one another. And Santana had never felt so safe, nor alive.

“And I love you Brittany,” she spoke simply, pecking at soft lips. Hands moving to caress Brittany’s back and waist, brushing against the waistband of her shorts. Just taking the time to memorise and relearn everything that Brittany was. They’d been intimate before, but this was soul-baring. The spell was broken as she glanced down at Brittany’s bare legs, a little scowl appearing on her face.“Which reminds me, I do not love your outfit choice today. I mean sure you look all kinds of hot and I honestly can’t stop staring at your legs in those shorts but Britt you could get sick! It’s way too cold,” she blabbered indignantly, pulling her hands away and using them to push herself off the desk. 

Santana stumbled slightly, legs still unsteady and trembling slightly and grabbed onto Brittany to steady herself. She blushed, embarrassed that she’d managed to ruin what was supposed to be an authoritative moment. Carefully, she moved to her gym-bag, rummaging through until she pulled out a pair of sweats and a zip up hoodie, thrusting them towards Brittany with a cocked brow. “And you’re crazy if you think I’m gonna let you go back outside in that. You’re lucky I carry spares of everything. So take the shorts off,” she smirked.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany almost didn’t hear Santana, lost in pleasuring her. She would never get enough of being the reason for her moans of ecstasy. She pulled away, swollen lips detaching with a wet smacking sound. Her confusion only lasted momentarily before she realized what Santana was saying through her aroused haze. She looked down in just enough time to watch Santana’s hand disappear into her shorts. her movements halted with her distraction. Her mouth fell open at the feel of slim fingers sliding easily through her wetness. No sound came out as goosebumps traveled up her spine. All she could do was try to breathe as Santana tounched her, skilled fingers playing her like an instrument, and when those experienced fingers filled her center a gurgling moan escaped her, her head falling to the older woman’s shoulder. Confessions of love doing more to her than any sexual act. “ I love you too…” she managed, her sweaty face buried against Santana’s neck.

Her fingers began to move against Santana again. Focusing on her clit as she simultaneously rolled her hips, fingers emerged deep inside her. She was panting with a fierceness, her stomach coiling with emotions and intense pleasure. Her long digits found Santana’s entrance and she stilled momentarily before plunging knuckle deep. She matched the older woman’s pace as best as she could. Pulling out of her slickness and diving back in. She could feel that familiar pressure building, starting at the core of her abdomen and spreading slowly throughout with each pass of skilled fingers. “F-f-uck…” she shuddered. She was reaching her peak. “I’m gonna…” her words were cut off as her orgasm coursed through her. She moaned into tan skin, her legs trembling and threatening to give out. Her fingers trembled and she tried to focus on pleasuring Santana as she came hard.

Watching Brittany fall over the edge was enough to make Santana cum harder and more intensely than she ever had before, her eyes squeezing shut and a string of garbled moans and whimpers flowing from her lips. Her whole body convulsed and shook uncontrollably, gasping out Brittany’s name as she surged foreheads, pressing her lips to the taller girl’s shoulder and biting down to try and muffle her cries of pleasure. Eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy, her hips rocking against Brittany’s fingers making the desk shake beneath her. It seemed to last forever; waves of pleasure rolling through her body again and again and she clenched around Brittany’s fingers for what seemed like a lifetime, but at the same time not enough. It was never long enough with Brittany.

Her own digits slowed, helping Brittany ride out her peak before they stilled completely, but she didn’t remove them, too spent and worn out from her own orgasm to even think about doing that. Close to collapsing onto Brittany or back onto the desk. Her face glistened with sweat, thighs still trembling and she couldn’t feel her toes. “Jesus...” she murmured in wonderment, after a moment of silence, only broken by heavy, ragged breathing. She pulled her hands out of Brittany’s shorts, stopping only to give her ass a playful squeeze, before she placed her fingers in her mouth, swirling her tongue and cleaning off Brittany’s arousal, locking her intense gaze with Brittany. She removed her fingers from her mouth with a pop, moving them to thread through damp blonde hair and planting a soft kiss to Brittany’s lips. “Wow...” Rendered speechless.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

Brittany had tried so hard to remain in control, but Santana knew exactly what to do to make her fall victim to her touch. A surprised moan escaped her lips, it was high pitched and louder than she intended as her lust filled eyes found Santanas. The gaze was so intense. Causing another spark of arousal to course through her. She bit down on her bottom lip to try and gain dominance, Santana’s hands were on her ass and with each pull and squeeze she whimpered at the intense pleasure. Her shorts lowering on her hips as she rocked into the manipulation of Santana’s hands. Her leg was pressed firmly against Brittany’s center and she could feel herself embarrassingly soaking through her panties, Santana hitting the right spot every time. “Oh my god…” she whispered through a clenched jaw. Her hips circled at a steady rhythm, her hand stilled just outside of Santana’s panties.

Her legs trembled, as did her fingers as she tried to focus. Brittany’s hips slowed, though Santana hands still influenced her movements, but it was easier to think with the new found pace. She licked her lips as her hand slid more into Santana’s panties. She easily found slippery folds and she slipped her finger past the barrier seeking out her most sensitive spot. “You…don’t…play…fair…” she managed to get out before capturing Santana’s lips again. Her middle finger glided easily through the older woman’s wetness, switching between gentle strokes and firm circles as she both rocked and ground into one another. Something about being in her office on school property made things so much hotter. “Santana…” she moaned against soft lips, not knowing how else to explain how good she was feeling.

Santana tried to answer, tried to come back with something witty but she was finding it hard to breathe, let alone think. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she struggled to find words, before giving up completely and succumbing to Brittany’s kisses. Tugging at her lip as Brittany found a particularly sensitive spot, her moans and whimpers muffled by Brittany’s mouth. “Britt...” she groaned, back drawing taught and legs shaking around the taller girl’s waist. Her stomach tensed, coil drawing tight and she knew that she could cum from this and cum soon, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. Not like this.

“Fuck--I--wait,” she rasped between panting, keeping one hand on Brittany’s ass as she moved the other round, dipping in her panties. “Let me...” She worked slowly through her folds, careful to avoid her clit until Brittany was dripping, before brushing against her neglected nub. “Oh shit...” she moaned, mashing their lips together. “You’re soaked...” Hyper aware that she herself was probably ruining the papers on her desk with her own arousal. Her fingers worked at Brittany’s clit with movements sloppy and clumsy before she managed to find a natural movement, mirroring Brittany’s actions on herself, and though the angle was awkward she managed to slip two fingers easily inside Brittany, experienced digits curling and rubbing with no abandon. “I love you.” The only words that she could say in this moment.

[brittbrittpeirce]

Nothing Even Matters | Brittana

[miss-lopez]

brittbrittpeirce:

As always the world fell away when Brittany was surrounded by Santana. She took her places she’d never known. New heights, and forbidden worlds. She drowned in the melody of her moans, the sounds alone building up her arousal. She felt her hands all over, desperately grabbing at her clothes, fisting in her hair, as if she could pull her so close they’d become one. She felt hands snake up her shirt and she let out a moan of her own at the feel of hands on her breast. She couldn’t help but laugh at Santana’s question. She bit down on her bottom lip, enjoying the manipulations momentarily before forcing out a reply. “You make a very convincing argument for us to stop.” She chuckled breathlessly. Her lips already seeking out the spot just below Santana’s ear that drove her crazy.

She sucked lightly on the area and traced random patterns with her tongue. “Just go with it…” she whispered. Her hand slipped easily past her waistband and she massaged the smooth skin just above the elastic of her panties, dipping her fingers past the fabric teasingly and removing them shortly after. “We can stop if you want….but if it helps to sway you, you should know I really want to hear you scream my name.” Brittany pulled away and looked at Santana with lust filled eyes. She used her free hand to push Santana’s shirt up exposing her bra. Her mouth immediately latching onto scratchy fabric over where she knew her nipple was. Her teeth focused in on the bud over the fabric and she bit down hungrily.

Santana whined, broken moans and whimpers escaping full lips as soft lips sucked on sensitive skin, back arching and hips rocking as her grip on Brittany tightened. “You’re not making it easy for me to want to stop,” she breathed, fingers tangling in blonde hair, her short nails scratching lightly at Brittany’s scalp, holding her against her breast. She cried out, lightheaded and dizzy when teeth sank into her sensitive blood, the rough material of her lace bra making the already heightened feeling ten times more sensual. “Fuck...” Rolling Brittany’s nipple between her fingertips as she shut her eyes, focusing on the pleasure Brittany was giving her but also wanting, needing to reciprocate. She needed to show Brittany that she meant as much to her as she did to Brittany herself.

Blinking through her arousal fueled haze, she snaked her hand down to gently cup and squeeze at Brittany’s ass, roughly palming sensitive flesh over the material of her bottoms. All the while, keeping her gaze on Brittany’s face, wanting to drink in every reaction, every expression of pleasure hat flitted across her face. Wanting to see everything and more. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about doing this here...” she chuckled, face flushed and slightly sweaty. She shifted even closer, reaching up to press her thigh between Brittany’s legs and using her hand on Brittany’s ass to manipulate her into grinding onto her leg. Her hand slid inside her bottoms. Into her panties and she rubbed slowly, meticulously, squeezing at toned, supple cheeks. Eyes challenging as she raised an eyebrow at Brittany. Daring her to take the lead again.