A/N: SWITCHING TO THIRD PERSON BECAUSE IT'S EASIER TO WRITE. I apologize if you don't prefer this way it's just more of a convenience for myself.
But honestly,
you knew this part was coming.
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Santana adjusted in her seat, at an attempt to make herself comfortable but it was no use.
She glances over to Brittany, her eyes wide staring deep into Santana's, her expression; worried yet intrigued.
Santana took a sip from her mug and swallowed.
"Oh, Britt, can you warm it up for me?"
Santana asked her, extending her arm to Brittany holding the coffee mug.
"Huh? Yeah, sure. One sec."
She disappeared into the kitchen and Santana took this opportunity to get up from the couch and quickly walk over to the nearest mirror in Brittany's apartment.
In the kitchen Brittany places the two nearly empty mugs in the sink and prepared two more.
C'mon, Brittany you can do this, she's practically pouring her heart out to you, she's crying, she needs your comfort, you love her, come on.
Santana looks into her own eyes. She glances over to the kitchen and back to the mirror, she wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks, cleared her throat, brushed off her jacket and walked back to the couch.
Brittany then returned with two new coffee mugs, handed Santana one and sat in her original position.
"Hey, do you mind if we move to your bedroom, I was kind of hoping to spend the night, and I really don't want to be alone and it's getting pretty dark out so I thought I'd ask now rat- hmmph."
She was interrupted by Brittany's lips crashing with hers.
I didn't fight it, I didn't tell her to stop, it felt--meant to be... Santana thought.
Santana closed her eyes and began to kiss her back, grabbing the back of her neck deepening the kiss. Brittany grew taller causing Santana to peer her right eye open and to her realization she was now kneeling on the couch moving towards her, never breaking the kiss. She put her knees on either side of Santana and lowered her body onto the brunette's.
"Britt- mm- no, Britt stop." Are the only words she's capable to manage but it was no use, Santana's hands tangled in her golden locks, Brittany's left hand on her right cheek, her lips attached to the brunette's neck, kissing, licking, and ever so softly biting.
Santana untangled one of her hands from her hair and brought Brittany's face to hers.
"Britt, I don't think we should do this."
"But you know you want to. I know you Santana, I can read you better than I can read books. I know you don't love Sam the way you love me."
The bad part is, she's right,
I still love and care for Sam with all of my heart but I don't love anyone like I love Brittany, and right now in this moment... I finally realized it.
With Santana's hand still cupping Brittany's chin she brought their lips together in a kiss, but not like the ones before, it was full of love and passion but still filled with desire because Lord knows how wet they both are.
Brittany was still on top of her, her breath unsteady and face flushed. Santana's lips now attacking her neck, moving down to her clavicle. Brittany's head a thrown back in ecstasy moaning softly every time she'd bite down on her neck then sooth it over with her tongue.
"Brittany," Santana lifts her head from Brittany's neck and looks to her. "I think we should probably move to the bedroom now."
Brittany nods her head frantically saying nothing else and grabs her hand and drags Santana toward her bedroom. She doesn't bother to turn on the lights and skips past the television toward the bed.
"Santana, I need you so much."
Santana moaned at Brittany's words, laying her down into the queen size bed. Santana rapidly removed her black leather jacket and tossed it haphazardly along with her shirt and kicked off her black stilettos. Brittany pushed herself forward sitting herself at the end of her bed.
She ran her hands up and down Santana's jean-clad legs making Santana moan softly. Brittany proceeded to unbutton and unzip the brunette's jeans pulling them down slowly revealing her black laced underwear. Brittany pulled the jeans to her calves trying to avoid Santana's aching wound. Santana then stepped out of them willingly, she was now in only in her bra and underwear.
