Without further ado, Santana found her way back to Brittany in the bed, pressing against her as much as she could and sighing at how good it felt. She let their legs entwine and her hand moved back over Brittany’s side, taking in the soft skin of her back as she gently began to roll Brittany over. With only a murmur from Brittany, Santana positioned herself over her as Brittany now lay on her back with her arms out to her sides.

Straddling Brittany, Santana let only a fraction of her weight rest on the girl below as she placed kisses over her collarbones and neck. Santana was already wet and she knew she was leaving her mark right on Brittany’s panties but she didn’t care. All she could think of right now was doing what she’d wanted to do to Brittany for longer than she cared to admit.

Trailing her kisses lower over Brittany’s chest, Santana felt Brittany begin to stir. A quite mumble left Brittany’s lips and Santana smiled against the swell of her breast as she continued to explore it with her mouth. She had no intention of stopping, even when Brittany sleepily asked what she was doing.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Santana asked, surprised at how hoarse her own voice was; thick with desire.

She reached Brittany’s already hard nipple and took a moment just to feel the sensation of it against her lips before opening her mouth and sucking it inside. Brittany groaned and a hand tangled into Santana’s loose hair, urging her to suck harder.

“I thought we couldn’t . . .” Brittany began, losing the rest of her sentence when Santana quickly moved her head back up in order to kiss her.

Instantly they were kissing hurriedly, urgently. Santana couldn’t hold back and she grabbed at Brittany’s breasts with her hands, feeling their weight and then toying with her pink nipples as they grew even stiffer for her touch. They both moaned when Brittany pushed up against Santana, bringing them even closer together. Brittany’s panties rubbed against Santana and she ground against them, any shred of self-consciousness flying out of the window as she allowed herself to disappear into the desire they both clearly felt.

“Can I take these off?” Santana asked as she fingered Brittany’s panties with one hand.

“Yes please,” Brittany responded, keeping her hands on Santana as much as she could as Santana tugged at the panties, rapidly sliding them down Brittany’s long legs.

Once they were out of the way, Santana returned to her position on top of Brittany, but instead of straddling her she moved between her legs. They clung closely and sighed, breaths catching as they pressed together in all kinds of intimate places.

It wasn’t hard to tell just how wet Brittany was as she allowed Santana to rest between her spread thighs. Santana felt Brittany’s arousal coating her and she shuddered as she moved against the blonde girl, feeling that arousal combine with her own as they pushed against one another in their heated clinch.

As Santana sought more friction Brittany reciprocated in kind, rolling her hips into Santana so their lower lips spread open and their pussies messily ground into each other. Santana let out a louder moan as she felt Brittany’s clit bumping against her own and she knew she’d probably explode all over Brittany if they kept moving in such a way. Brittany felt so damn good against her and Santana promised herself that they’d visit this particular position again, but there was something else she wanted right now. Something she’d been thinking about all night.

She kissed Brittany thoroughly before moving her mouth down her throat, then to her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking as she went. Brittany reacted to every touch of her lips and Santana loved it; she smiled around the pink nipple in her mouth before scraping her teeth over it and then moving even lower between Brittany’s legs.

It was a little strange doing this to a girl – it felt different – but it was good. Santana couldn’t allow nervousness to get in the way when she wanted this so badly.

Taking the sheet down with her, Santana grinned as Brittany spread her thighs wider for her, giving herself completely to Santana in a way that made Santana giddy.

“So sexy,” she mumbled against Brittany’s hip as she kissed there, trailing her lips slowly to Brittany’s inner thigh.

She sucked on the flesh between Brittany’s inner thigh and her clearly soaked sex and took a moment to compose herself. She was really going to do this. Like really, and not just in her mind. Santana swallowed and allowed her gaze to roam over Brittany, taking in the quick rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed, the cute little belly button, then lower to the small strip of blonde between her legs. As she spread wide for Santana it was obvious that she was very aroused; her pussy was glistening in the moonlight and Santana licked her lips, preparing herself to taste her best friend.

Taking a shuddering breath and moaning at the delicate scent that made her want this even more, Santana moved closer, kissing open-mouthed over Brittany’s sex. She instantly felt Brittany’s fluids coat her lips and she tasted them with a wanton groan of approval. Sucking slightly, Santana grabbed on to Brittany’s hips and took as much of Brittany into her mouth as she could. It was delicious and so much hotter than she’d ever imagined.

“Oh, that’s good,” Brittany mumbled as a hand found its way to Santana’s head, fingers disappearing into her dark hair. “I wanna come in your mouth.”

Santana’s stomach flipped about and she moaned into Brittany’s flesh, more than happy to oblige. The fact that Brittany was so open to this, so ready for her, made Santana just about burst with feelings of lust, and love, for the girl squirming around now for her tongue.

Grinning, Santana flicked her tongue over Brittany, testing where Brittany liked to be touched and how hard. She quickly found the best way to make Brittany gasp and sigh and worked at her wet pussy until Brittany was a trembling mess. She teased and then sucked at her clit, fingers gripping at Brittany’s thighs as Brittany scratched at her scalp and arched off the bed into her mouth. This was fun, and apparently Santana was pretty good at it if Brittany’s inability to stay quiet was any indication.

Brittany had done her best to muffle herself by throwing an arm over her face, biting on it now and then. Santana couldn’t help but lift her gaze to watch, overwhelmed by how much the sight had her body screaming for its own means of release. But that could wait; she needed to do this for Brittany. Wanted to more than anything.

Swirling her tongue over and around Brittany’s clit a few more times, Santana could tell that Brittany was perilously close to the edge. She didn’t want this to end just yet, however, needing to take even more from Brittany first.

Pushing her shoulders further under Brittany’s thighs, Santana dropped her tongue lower, tasting even more of Brittany’s arousal as it flowed from her. She reached the source, dipping into it teasingly. When Brittany groaned in frustration Santana pushed her tongue inside her just a little, just enough to feel Brittany’s pussy yield to her as her fingers pulled at her hair. She took a moment to enjoy the sensation of being inside Brittany, wriggling her tongue and tasting even more of the wet warmth flowing into her mouth.

She couldn’t help but push herself into the mattress, desperate for some friction to ease her own arousal, but she was trying not to become distracted by her own need. Sliding deeper into Brittany, Santana felt every shudder and tremble of the other girl and she began to tongue her hole with abandon, thrusting into Brittany quicker and quicker.

“Oh, Santana,” Brittany began to chant, her sighs now filling the room though she was still trying to muffle herself.

Any moment and Brittany was going to do exactly what she’d wanted to – come in Santana’s mouth. The very idea of it made Santana push even deeper inside Brittany’s tight hole, as far as her tongue would reach as she fucked her with it. She let go of Brittany’s thigh with one hand, moving it so she could start rubbing over Brittany’s clit with her thumb in the same delicious rhythm. It had the desired effect and within no time at all Brittany was shuddering to orgasm, her hands now both gripping on to Santana.

With a final push inside Brittany, Santana felt her stiffen and come undone. Thrusting up into Santana, Brittany came hard, throwing a hand over her own mouth just in time as she called out Santana’s name. The taste of her and the sensation of Brittany’s pussy tightening around her tongue had Santana teetering on the verge of her own climax and she shoved a hand underneath herself, slipping her fingers easily over her own clit and pushing herself over the edge with Brittany.

She moaned into Brittany’s pussy as she came against her fingers, which made Brittany jerk up into her again as she shook and called out Santana’s name for a second time.

“Fuck,” Brittany sighed, breathing hard as her hands tugged at Santana’s shoulders, encouraging her to come up for air.

Pulling her tongue from Brittany, Santana grinned as she lapped at her, drinking down all that Brittany had to offer. She realised pretty quickly that she wouldn’t be able to get enough of this; Santana hoped Brittany wouldn’t mind the fact she’d want to eat her out on a daily basis.

Humming in satisfaction, Santana finally began to make her way back up Brittany’s body when the fingers pulling at her became more insistent. She kissed her way up heated skin, tasting salt and sex and loving it.

“You’re really, really good at that,” Brittany all but purred, the smile on her face almost goofy.

“Yeah?” Santana asked, looking into Brittany’s eyes as she settled between her legs.

“We need to do that a lot,” Brittany responded, wiping at Santana’s chin with her thumb. “And I definitely need to do it to you.”

Santana groaned sensually at the thought and sucked Brittany’s thumb into her mouth, cleaning it of the juices Brittany had just been wiping away.

“A lot,” Santana agreed, letting the thumb go so she could kiss Brittany.

They let their tongues play together for long minutes at a time and Santana could feel her body starting to respond again as she pressed into Brittany. They were slick against each other, intimately close and in danger of letting the whole night slip by without a wink of sleep, but Santana knew if they didn’t stop now then they’d probably end up waking Brittany’s parents with the noise for sure. It wouldn’t be a very good idea if they ever hoped for more ‘sleep-overs’.

“We needs to get our sleep on,” Santana pointed out, though she kept kissing over Brittany’s mouth and jaw.

“But this is so nice,” Brittany complained, running her hands up and down Santana’s back, occasionally squeezing her butt and rubbing her pussy up into Santana’s, causing them both to gasp and sigh in pleasure. “You should just . . . come right on my pussy.”

Santana groaned, partially in frustration, and buried her face into the pillow next to Brittany. It sounded like a wonderful plan, but they had to stop.

“Not fair, Brit,” she mumbled into the pillow. “Not fucking fair.”

With a monumental effort Santana rolled off Brittany and sprawled out next to her on her back, every bit as turned on as she was sated. Brittany turned to her side to face Santana, her hand finding Santana’s hip under the light sheet and pulling her closer possessively.

“We don’t have to sleep yet,” Brittany insisted, kissing Santana’s shoulder.

“We do,” Santana pointed out. “We have early practice and I have to go home first.”

“Maybe we can just go late,” Brittany tried as she snuggled closer, a long leg sliding up over Santana. “We can blame the heat if Sue gets mad.”

“Sue will get mad, not if,” Santana pointed out. “And how exactly can we blame the heat?”

Her fingers ran up and down Brittany’s thigh and she basked in the scent of sex that surrounded them, tempting her to just let Brittany do whatever she wanted to do to her.

Brittany scrunched up her brow before answering, “We can say it melted your car.”

Raising an eyebrow, Santana looked into Brittany’s eyes, seeing a glint of mischief there that made her shake her head and chuckle.

“Maybe we can say it melted your brain,” Santana joked, poking Brittany in the ribs.

“No, that already happened to the tin man, or maybe it was the lion,” Brittany corrected. “Anyway, if we’re late at least we won’t have to do practice in the sun and get all wrinkly and gross. Oh! I have an idea!” Brittany finally blurted, waking Santana from the snooze she’d just began to drift into.

Brittany sat up, looking down at Santana excitedly.

“Ok, what is it?” Santana asked with a yawn.

“We can get Puck to pretend to be my dad,” she answered with a satisfied smile.

“What?” Santana questioned, perking up a little. “Why would that help?”

“He can call us in sick, silly,” Brittany explained as if it were obvious. “Then we could spend all day together.”

It didn’t actually sound like a bad plan, but there was just one problem.

“Puck would ask too many questions,” Santana pointed out.

“So we’ll just tell him we wanna spend all day making out, naked,” Brittany proudly exclaimed.

Spluttering a little, Santana shot to a sitting position next to Brittany, her eyes wide as she stared at the other girl.

“You wanna tell him we’d be making out? Maybe your brain did melt.”

Brittany’s smile dropped at that and she glanced away from Santana, a small pout threatening to spoil the mood. Santana instantly knew it was her fault, but really . . . she hadn’t even begun to think about telling people about them already. That was a whole new world of pain she had yet to get her head around. She’d hoped they could spend some time just being together first before crossing that particular bridge.

“Do you not want to be with me?” Brittany asked quietly, making Santana’s heart twang in her chest in a way that was not exactly pleasant.

After taking a second to figure out how she could get Brittany to understand, Santana placed a hand on her shoulder so Brittany would turn back to look at her.

“I do,” Santana assured. “But I don’t know if I’m ready to tell other people yet. Can we just . . . wait a while before we do that?”

“But you’ll want to do that?” Brittany asked, her blue eyes cutting deep into Santana.

“One day,” Santana answered after a moment’s thought.

Her voice was barely a whisper and she knew Brittany would be able to tell how scared she was. She hoped Brittany could understand that she wasn’t as brave as she sometimes made out to be.

“Ok then,” Brittany said, equally as quietly. “We won’t tell until you’re ok with it.”

“Thank you,” Santana said, running a hand up and down Brittany’s arm.

They laid down again, a little more tension in the air than was there before, which made Santana bite on her lower lip and wish she was a more like Brittany. This anxiousness inside her wasn’t healthy, or cool.

“Just so you know,” Brittany began after a few minutes had passed. “I don’t care who knows.”

She moved as close to Santana as she could get and Santana allowed it, wrapping an arm around Brittany and smiling as a leg drifted between her own.

“I know,” Santana responded, kissing Brittany on the forehead and closing her eyes, thankful that at least one of them was strong enough to deal with the things they’d have to face.

“And also,” Brittany began, speaking into Santana’s neck and waking her just as she’d finally felt sleep begin to take her, “I’m in love with you.”

Santana was sure her heart skipped a beat and she couldn’t breathe for a second, but Brittany just kissed her shoulder and smiled against her as if it had been the easiest thing in the world to say. Santana knew it wasn’t as she couldn’t open her own mouth to say it back. Instead, she pulled Brittany closer and gripped her tightly; hoping Brittany could feel the words she couldn’t yet say.

“You’re just in love with my tongue,” Santana finally uttered once her heart had stopped racing and making her dizzy.

She always reverted to sarcasm and jokes when she was nervous. Brittany knew her well enough to understand that.

“I wanna make babies with your tongue,” Brittany said with a sleepy chuckle. “You can put it inside me whenever you want, just in case you didn’t already know,” she added.

Santana could feel Brittany grin against her shoulder and she chuckled along with her, thinking about putting her tongue back inside Brittany as soon as she could.

“Let’s stay home tomorrow,” Santana suggested. “We can say that the heat melted my car, and you melted my brain.”

They were both smiling now, holding each other close as they shut their eyes and relaxed, the threat of Sue Sylvester doing nothing to dislodge naughty thoughts from Santana’s mind. She had Brittany now and she planned to enjoy her as much as she could before the world closed in around them and forced them to either walk in the light together or hide in the shadows.

She knew she could never keep Brittany in the shadows, however, so really . . . the world would just have to deal. Eventually.

Relenting to the way she felt and how it would change everything, Santana turned to Brittany and whispered into her hair, daring to let go.

“I love you,” she said, a tremble in her voice.

She felt Brittany’s arms tighten around her and knew she’d made the right decision.

“I know,” Brittany responded, placing a soft kiss on Santana’s chin. “I love you too.”

They may have just been words but they made Santana feel stronger; more prepared for the harsh reality of high school, parents, and the pressures they’d face. Surely it would all be worth it, and hell . . . the sex was going to make up for all the rest of the crap headed their way so all in all there was more to look forward to than fear.

Whatever happened, they had each other.

And Puck was so going to pass out or hyperventilate over this, which made Santana’s evil side grin and rub its hands together.

Oh, they could have some fun with this one day, when they were ready.

It was just a matter of time.