Snow || Santana
The Hufflepuff tilted her head slightly as Santana explained her question more. Oh. That’s what she meant. Brittany knit her brows slightly as she thought about what Santana was asking. She waited until the dark haired girl finished, pausing to stop and smile when Santana buried her head in her neck. Brittany brought a hand up to lay gently on the back of her friend’s head as she took a moment to string her thoughts together.
“I think that love is love,” she stated simply with a small shrug. “If a boy and a girl love each other, or a boy and a boy, or a girl and a girl… then I think they should be together.” Brittany pulled back slightly to peer down at Santana. “Besides,” she added with a tiny frown of minute confusion, “I thought you and I were together. I mean, I love you, and you love me, right? Isn’t that what being together is? When two people love each other?”
Tilting her head once more, the blonde’s eyes shifted back and forth from Santana’s left eye to her right. She didn’t know why her friend was acting like this, like… she was scared of something. It was weird. Santana wasn’t scared of anything.
Santana listened to Brittany’s words intently as she pressed gentle kisses to her neck. She smiled softly as her best friend peaked at her and then suddenly it felt like all the air had rushed out of her lungs. Her heart felt heavy and the back of her throat burned. Had Brittany really thought they were together? Now Santana just felt guilty. They weren’t together at all, just friends who talked with their tongues super close. Fuck.
She turned her gaze away from the Hufflepuff and looked toward the wall, not wanting to see the hurt. “B…when two people are together it means their dating. So, no. We’re not together.” Her words were soft, and she squeezed Brittany’s hand tightly in her own. Giving her words a few moments to sink in before turning to face her again. She never ever wanted to upset her best friend, and truth be told…she’d love to date her and be with her. But, she was sucha coward that she didn’t know how to be with her. But the look on her friends face changed something inside her. It was time for Santana Lopez to be brave for once.
She sat staring at Brittany for a few minutes, trying the right words to say, fidgeting around nervously before she decided it was better to just come out with it. “Brittany, I…I love you. Like, I’m in love with you love you. And…I’m…I…I like girls. And, well, I like you.” The Slytherin could feel the tears pricking her eyes and she didn’t want to cry, not in front of Brittany. She jumped off the bed as quickly as she could and began dressing herself. She had to get out of there. She couldn’t keep herself together. She needed to go and hide for the rest of her life and think about how much of an idiot she was.
Snow || Santana
The blonde simply shrugged at Santana’s claim that she loved her more. Apparently whenever Brittany claimed to love her, the Slytherin would always insist that she loved her more. It didn’t bother her; on the contrary, it usually made her happier. Still, sometimes she wished Santana would just accept the fact that yes, Brittany did love her. Accept it, and not immediately trump it. Of course, whenever the blonde had these thoughts, they were fleeting, and she usually forgot about them moments after they occurred. Like now, when Santana kissed the corner of her lips. The thought instantly vanished from Brittany’s mind, and now she was only thinking about how pretty her friend was.
Trailing her fingers softly over Santana’s collarbone, the Hufflepuff grinned at the comment about her ego. It was true, really. But Brittany had her moments. She knew she was better than a lot of people at performing, especially dancing, and wasn’t about to be humble about it. The Slytherin’s question interrupted her mildly egotistical thoughts, and she raised her blue eyes to look into her chocolate brown ones. Her brows knit slightly. “What, like relationships with the same type of sex all the time? I don’t think I would like that…” No, the blonde liked variety in her sex life, a fact Santana should have definitely known by now.
Santana smiled contently as she felt Britt’s fingertip caress her skin. When she answered her, the Slytherin rolled her eyes. Of course the blonde didn’t know what she was on about. She should of worded it better, in a way that she would of been able to understand what she was getting at. Brittany was smart—-but not word smart. It was very rare that the girl even knew what was going on in class unless the Latina helped her and broke it down for her, explaining exactly what the teacher had meant in ways that registered with the girls wonderfully scatty brain. She loved the Hufflepuff and her ditzyness dearly, but right now she wished that she’d of just understood the question.
“No, Brittany. I mean…what do you…” Santana paused, inhaling deeply before continuing her question. “What do you think of two people being together, like, two people of the same gender. I mean, two girls being together as a couple, doing things that a girl and boy would do together. Say for example…what would you think of you and me being together?” She buried her head in the blondes neck as she waited for her to put the pieces together in her mind and finally understand what the Slytherin was getting at. She could of used any two girls as an example, but she chose to use herself and the Hufflepuff for a reason. She hoped that Brittany would finally understand how much Santana loved her…finally understand why she was always so guarded and protected all the time. Why she hadn’t been dating any boys lately. Basically, she hoped the girl would understand that she wanted to be with her.
Snow || Santana
Brittany grinned as she felt Santana’s arms wrap around her and roll them both on their sides. She knew her friend liked to taste herself on the blonde’s lips. Hell, Brittany liked it, too. There was something about it that sparked something within her. The blonde smiled sweetly at Santana when she brushed the hair away from her face, and scrunched her nose when she kissed it.
“I love you too, San.” She slid her arms up under her head, laying on them as she watched her friend. Brittany had always loved Santana, ever since they were young. They’d been best friends for what felt like forever, and bringing sex into the equation just made sense. At least, how Santana explained it made sense.
Smiling more at the brunette, Brittany snuggled closer to her, wanting as much of their bodies to touch as possible. “No rush,” she replied quietly. “I’d need time to come down from something as awesome as that, so…” The blonde shrugged, smirking.
Santana smiled when the blonde scrunched her nose up. It was one of Brittany’s many adorable traits. “I’m pretty sure I love you more. Especially after that amazing ‘gasm you gave me.” she smirked, pressing a kiss to the corner of her best friends mouth. The Latina worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, contemplating whether to tell Brittany how she really felt about her. Like, the whole being in love thing. But she was worried about what the Hufflepuff’s reaction might be, so did what she did best and shook the thought out of her mind.
When Brittany snuggled closer, the Slytherin’s arms instinctively wrapped tighter around her, as though she was protecting her from everything around them but herself. She let out a throaty chuckle at the dancers boasting. “Now now, Britt Britt. Don’t get too carried away. There’s only room for one huge ego in this dorm and that’s mine.” she joked, kissing the girls temple sweetly. “Hey, B…w—-what do you think of same sex relationships?” Santana asked in a small voice, not really sure if she wanted to hear the answer. She didn’t even know why she’d just asked that question in the first place, it just kind of slipped out.
As she waited for her best friend to answer, she stayed silent and curled into the blondes body as though she was now the one who needed protecting. She was frightened of all these feelings she’d been getting. It wasn’t right to be gay. Well, at least that’s what she’d always been brought up to believe. It was right to like boys. But she just couldn’t shake off this feeling of being irrecoverably in love with Brittany no matter how hard she tried. She felt her breathing pick up and her heart beat race as she started to panic over the thoughts rushing through her mind.
Snow || Santana
Finally Santana stopped bucking underneath her. Brittany smirked slightly against her skin, her tongue still working its magic on the Slytherin’s most sensitive spot. When their eyes met, Brittany saw the soft smile. Her heart fluttered a little underneath her chest. That meant Santana was showing her feelings. Everything was better with feelings, in the Hufflepuff’s humble opinion. Santana never agreed, but maybe… maybe now she would?
Spurred by that thought, Brittany worked her hardest to bring the Slytherin to the sweet release she was begging for. She pulled Santana closer to her mouth, her nails almost breaking the skin on her thighs, her tongue and lips moving relentlessly against the girl. The low guttural moan that escaped from the Slytherin’s lips made Brittany’s eyes flutter in arousal. She had to make Santana come. Had to.
When Santana’s back arched and she started calling out the blonde’s name, Brittany knew she had finally gone over the edge. She continued her movements, helping the brunette ride wave after wave, wincing only slightly when Santana’s nails scraped over her shoulder blades. But the pain was good. It turned her on even more, which was a feat in itself. Only when Santana collapsed back on the bed did Brittany slow her movements, her tongue dragging slowly to collect the Slytherin’s juices. The blonde kissed Santana’s inner thighs and worked her way back up to her friend’s mouth, making sure to kiss her abs, breasts, and neck before capturing her lips sweetly.
Santana lay on the bed, basking in the bliss of her orgasm. She let her eyes shut as she breathed deeply, her heart racing. She whimpered softly as she felt Brittany’s tongue lapping up her juices, it aroused her to know that her best friend wanted to taste as much of her as possible. She smirked to herself at that thought and moved her hand down to run it through the Hufflepuff’s hair.
The Slytherin grinned as she felt those soft pink lips that she adored so much making their way up her body, shuddering when she felt them on her thighs, abs and breasts. She kissed the dancer back, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip and tasting herself, moaning softly. She wrapped her arms around her best friend tightly, rolling them onto their sides and facing her, brushing the hair that had stuck to her pale and beautiful face away.
Cuddling after sex only ever felt right with Brittany. In fact, sex only felt right when it was with Brittany. That chipper blonde did crazy things to the Slytherin’s emotions that she just couldn’t explain. She pressed a gentle kiss to the blondes freckled nose and smiled. “That was amazing Britt Britt. I love you so much.” Santana admitted. She ran her fingertips up and down the girls spine before speaking again, “I’m totally gonna return that glorious little favor, babe. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath and shit.” she chuckled, gazing at the blonde adoringly.
Snow || Santana
Because Brittany loved to dance, she had made sure to keep up a strict workout routine, in which she strengthened all of her muscles. So keeping Santana’s hips from bucking was a fairly easy task for her. The thing was, either she could pin the brunette’s hips down, or hold her thighs apart. Brittany couldn’t do both, not effectively. Oh well. At least when Santana’s legs tightened around her neck, the Hufflepuff knew she was getting close.
Grinning to herself, Brittany’s eyes darted up to look at her best friend, their gazes locking. She debated to herself for a moment about what to do. Should she continue to tease and torment Santana until she was practically screaming for release, or give in to the girl’s pleads and bring on the orgasm now? Decisions, decisions. But, looking into the Slytherin’s pleading eyes, feeling her tremble underneath her, Brittany found she couldn’t refuse her.
She held onto the girl’s thighs, digging her nails into her skin, and focused all of her efforts on Santana’s central bundle of nerves, where she felt the most pleasure. Her gaze remained locked on her friend’s face, wanting to see her when the orgasm finally hit.
As Brittany continued to pin Santana’s hips to the matress, she whined in frustration. She always forgot just how strong the blonde girl actually was and how much she loved to dominate the Latina. But it wasn’t all bad, dominating Brittany was extremely hot after all. After a few more attempts at breaking the grasp the Hufflepuff had on her hips, she gave up and just relaxed as much as she could.
When the girls eyes met her own, she smiled softly. Brittany was probably the only person who could get a smile out of Santana whilst nestled between her legs and pleasuring her. If it was anybody else, she would never dream of making eye contact. Eye contact meant feelings and that was something that Santana never did. Although, lately with Brittany there had been an awful lot of feelings flying around.
Santana let out a high pitched growl as she felt nails almost breaking her skin, causing her to squirm beneath the blondes touch. When Brittany’s mouth was working on her most sensitive spot relentlessly, a guttural moan escaped her lips. She arched her back high off the bed as she felt the overwhelming sensation of pleasure rip through her. The blondes name slipped from the Slytherin’s mouth repeatedly in high pitched moans as she started to ride out her orgasm, her body convulsing beneath her best friend and her nails scraping harshly over Brittany’s shoulder blades as she clung to her desperately. Her head flew back against the pillows and her chest heaved up and down, trying to catch her breath.
Snow || Santana
Brittany could tell she was doing a good job. Santana’s hips were moving against her, trying to generate more friction. But the blonde had a job to do, and she was going to do it her way. She slid her hands down and gripped Santana’s hips tightly, holding them in place as she worked her magic with her tongue. Brittany usually kept her eyes closed, stealing a glance or two up at her friend every now and then to check and see how she was doing.
Seeing the Slytherin pinch and knead her own breasts acted as a powerful stimulant to Brittany. She felt her arousal pool between her legs even more, and her grip on Santana’s hips tightened. The Hufflepuff pulled her best friend even more against her face, pushing her tongue every which way to explore and pleasure every hot piece of flesh in its path. She hummed and blew against Santana’s sex before really going to town on her best friend, licking and sucking and nipping. Brittany wanted to make the Slytherin squirm underneath her, to beg and plead for release.
Santana gasped softly as she felt Brittany’s fingertips dig into the skin of her hips more firmly, her hips bucking to fight against the hold she had on them. She moaned loudly as the girls tongue explored her, a low scream erupting from her lips as the Hufflepuff blew against her heat. “F-fuck B…shit…” she whined, her legs tightening around the blondes neck.
She massaged her own breasts for a few more minutes until the pleasure was becoming unbearable and she needed a release. But every time she was close, Brittany’s mouth would move and she’d be teasing somewhere else. “Babe…please…” Santana pleaded, propping up on her elbows again to lock her gaze with the dancers. “Fuck… I need to cum…” she whined almost painfully as the girls mouth sucked on her most sensitive spot before moving again, her nails digging into the mattress beneath her.
