Just Experimenting // Brittana
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Each raspy, feminine moan from the other girl was another blow to Santana’s resolve. There was something addictive about the sound, and for some reason she wanted to explore all the different ways she’d be able to make that sound echo again. Would biting do it? Scratching? She’d done both to all the boys she’d been with and they’d always loved it. Would Brittany? Or would she want something more delicate and tender? The urge to find out was overwhelming, so the Latina eventually found one of the blonde’s collarbones and bit down, sharply, before suckling the skin between her teeth and grazing it with her tongue. She was breaking her own rules, sure, but she was past caring. Brittany could say she got it from a guy, right?
The fact that she was leaving such a mark on her best friend made her stomach flip and clench in a mixture of arousal, shame and panic. The finger on her spine didn’t help, because it made her bite down a little harder while arching herself against the taller blonde and muffling a groan against her skin. Her knees went weak briefly, making her adjust her grip on the other girl until her fingers tangled with her clothing. Reluctantly, she abandoned Brittany’s neck and tipped her head up again so dark eyes could fully appreciate feminine features. Blue, slightly upturned eyes, long, thick eyelashes, almost heart shaped lips and high cheekbones. A hand rose so fingertips could brush over Britt’s skin, before following the pillow of her lower lip.
“Why do you put up with me, Britt-Britt?” The words came out husky with lust but sincere, because Santana had just figured out how shit she was being to the slightly younger, easily led girl. Even still, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning up to briefly graze their mouths together, before Brittany could even answer. The blonde would have to deal with the questions while Santana continued to tease her, because the need to touch was overwhelming. “I’m sorry…” She followed the line of the girl’s jaw with her mouth then bit down and tugged upon her earlobe, so the apology echoed directly into her ear.
The groan Brittany let out when teeth sank into her collarbone was partly because it was slightly painful and partly because it was so damn hot. She had, on many occasions, wondered how Santana was in bed. Was she fierce and rough, like her personality? Or was she sweet and simple, the completely opposite of the way she acted? Brittany decided to go with the first one, and just a slight hint of the second one. Though, the second one was mostly just because the Latina was with Brittany. She finally came to the conclusion that with all the other guys she slept with; Santana was rough, but with her it was a slight mixture of both. She suddenly realized what exactly Santana had just done, she thought about the mark that the bite would leave, and was about to point out that Santana had made a strict rule to not do that. But the dancer decided to keep her mouth shut, since it was the main reason of their fight the other day, and the last thing she wanted now was to fight with the girl that was making her feel good in places she didn’t even know existed.
Brittany let out another moan, feeling more pain than pleasure this time, but felt too bad to say anything, because judging by the noises Santana was making, she was enjoying this a lot. She pouted a little when Santana pulled away and looked her in the eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to unlock blue eyes from dark. She swallowed, hoping that that would somehow slow her heartbeat down, since it had unfortunately sped up the moment Santana locked eyes with her. It was as if the two girls were the only people on earth, which was totally stupid because somewhere outside she could hear a cat- probably Lord Tubbington- meowing pretty loudly and someone was shouting. Only it was muffled, so it wasn’t really audible. But Brittany managed to block all that out, and the only thing she could really focus on was the beautiful brunette in front of her that she had known practically all her life, and was staring at her and making her knees feel weak and making her heart quicken as if it was running a race. In fact, she really did feel like she was running a race, because her breath caught in her throat and then she felt out of breath.
Santana’s question caught the ditzy girl off-guard. Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes became wider. She thought about the question for a while, opening her mouth then closing it twice because she really didn’t know what to say. She was, quite literally, speechless for some reason. Once she had figured out an answer, Santana’s lips were on hers before she had the chance to speak. The kiss was so short yet so amazing that Brittany completely forgot what her answer was going to be. ”I-” She began once she had finally remembered, but again, she forgot once Santana touched her. Well, her lips touched her. ”Sorry for what?” She questioned with a small voice. ”And what do you mean by your question?” She tilted her head to the side a little, looking at her best friend with a blank expression on her face, but her blue eyes shining with curiosity. Her hand was still on the girl’s back, feeling the warmth of her skin, it somehow calmed her down.
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Just Experimenting // Brittana
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The kiss forced her to realize something bad was happening. The way the taste made her mind reel, the way the smell made her body tingle, the way the touch made her just want to dive in and forget the existence of everything else. She’d seen enough of Brittany’s dumb Disney movies to know the concept behind the ‘life altering kiss.’ It was the touch of lips that made a person realize something was right, except in this case it was just so wrong. This was Brittany. A girl. The best friend Santana had helped through freshman year. She was the one who’d finally gotten Brittany to memorize how to tie her shoe laces. She was the one who’d beaten up bullies and lost her temper every time one referred to her best friend as ‘stupid’ or ‘slow.’
She was the one who was now manipulating the girl, in order to find out if she was normal or not. She was using the blonde as an experiment, and the realization of this made her stomach clench. Except she couldn’t stop. The incredible sensation she felt each time she kissed the other girl kept her craving more and more contact, no matter how much her heart told her what she was doing was wrong. What if she ended up destroying their friendship beyond repair? How would she live then? How would she deal without the only spark of light left in her life?
“Britt-Britt.” Santana breathed the girl’s name in a low, husky purr then drew back slightly so the tips of their noses could make contact and brush, while borderline black eyes locked with blue. After letting the two syllables settle in the air, Santana dipped her chin and grazed her mouth against the curve leading from Britt’s neck to her right shoulder, while adjusting the girl’s shirt so she could actually reach the skin. Her tongue lapped against the sensitive area, while her teeth grazed just light enough to prevent marks. Santana marveled at the smell and the softness then absently stroked her nails along the blonde’s scalp, in the process of dragging her fingers through pale hair. “You’re so beautiful…”
As the kiss continued, Brittany kissed back, blue eyes slowly closing. When she did so, she swore she saw fireworks. She had heard a lot about seeing fireworks when the kiss is extremely passionate and it means a lot to you, but seeing them whilst kissing Santana made her feel weird. Sure, she liked making out with girls, but having feelings for them? Well, she didn’t know if that was right or not. She knew Santana didn’t like girls liking girls, so the blonde decided it must be extremely wrong. Besides, Santana knew what she was talking about, right? She pushed the thought aside and tried her best to focus on the taste of the lips that were crushing into hers. No matter how much the tiny voice inside her mind that often appeared when something weird was happening whispered ‘no’, everything else inside her was screaming ‘yes’.
Brittany was still slightly unsure of why Santana was doing this. The other day she had been the one that stopped it, and they had even gotten into a fight over this. Not to mention the fact that Santana had also made it clear that what had happened between them was just a one-time thing, out of curiosity. Not wanting to ruin the moment, Brittany kept these thoughts to herself, and let a low moan escape her lips when Santana said her name. She stared into Santana’s eyes, only now noticing how insanely beautiful everything about her was. From her eyes, to her nose, to her mouth; it was all perfect. Nothing about Santana could be considered imperfect, in fact. Brittany slightly tilted her head to the side, allowing Santana more access to her neck, and closed her blue eyes again. She let out another moan, louder this time, thankful that nobody was home and it was just the two of them.
Color instantly flushed to her cheeks when the words came out of Santana’s mouth. It was no secret that Brittany Pierce was one of the hottest girls at McKinley, even the blonde herself knew that. But being called beautiful by Santana Lopez? It was far better than being called hot by someone like Noah Puckerman. Her eyes fluttered open and a small smile made its way to her lips. She wrapped her arms around Santana’s waist, lifting her shirt a little and running a finger up the girl’s bare back just like she had done the other day. She drew small circles on Santana’s skin with her nail, breathing heavily, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to prevent moaning. ”Thank you,” She finally whispered, holding the girl even closer to her.
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Just Experimenting // Brittana
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Her mind was anywhere but where it was supposed to be. She should have been thinking about school, destroying the Glee Club and keeping Coach Sylvester happy. Instead, she’d been shifting in and out of panic mode like some crazed psycho had control of the switch, and was having fun flicking it. School hadn’t helped. She’d spent the whole day trying not to look at or touch her best friend, due to constantly being on the verge of simply dragging the blonde somewhere private. The urges and the cravings scared her. They made her feel abnormal and made her want to claw the ideas out of her head, where they festered and tortured her. She felt like life was playing some sick, twisted prank on her.
After school, she’d confronted Puck and they’d ended up fucking. Santana had been desperate for some sort of release, and had torn into him about Brittany throughout before slapping him across the face and sending him on his way. They’d ended their fling and he’d left satisfied, while she’d left cold. Cold and still craving a different kind of fix. One that involved softer lips, longer hair and smoother skin. She felt sick to her stomach, but no amount of retching could get rid of the need.
She was sat in her car outside Brittany’s house with her fingers around the steering wheel and her knuckles white, while she inwardly battled with herself. Doing this didn’t make her gay. It didn’t change anything. It was just experimenting, and it would only continue until Santana found a decent guy. Knowing her reputation, that wouldn’t take long anyway. She was just lonely, and hadn’t had a decent lay for a while. It would all pass and be forgotten about very soon, and shit would be fine again…
After breathing in deeply, Santana killed the engine, along with the Amy Winehouse song playing, then pushed the door open and climbed out before locking up behind herself and starting the short walk to Britt’s door. A single bell ring echoed, before Santana stepped back and waited for the door to open. As soon as it did? She pushed through, closed it behind herself then snatched hold of the blonde and spun until able to press the taller girl to the barrier. The way she crashed their lips together was rough and lust fueled, with a dose of sheer desperation and need. She kissed Britt with enough fire to bruise lips then tangled her arms around the girl’s neck, so she could maintain the closeness of their bodies.
Ever since they day that she and Santana made out, Brittany had been kind of upset. Mainly because of the way Santana had been treating her, but she hadn’t exactly done any better. She avoided her for the first hours of school, and found it too hard to at Cheerios practice. They did just say a small ‘hey’ to each other, but she avoided all eye contact. She didn’t wait for Santana when the bell went, which was just as well because the Latina had already left. She wanted badly just to run up to Santana, wrap her arms around her best friend’s waist and just kiss her. Things were awkward with Puck, as well. Whenever the boy tried to talk to her, Brittany just walked away, being reminded of the awful things Santana had texted her the day before, and fearing that Santana may see the two and get even angrier, if that was even possible.
But Brittany was determined not to be the one to text her best friend first. If Santana needed ”space”, Brittany would give her exactly that, no matter how large the urge to just grab Santana and do bad things to her was. Brittany was thinking about all that as she made herself some popcorn. The buzzing sound on her phone made her freeze, and she instantly grabbed it, heart racing. She felt an evil smirk appear on her lips when she saw that Santana had texted her. She tried to act cool; pretending as if their little fight didn’t matter to her, but inside she was fist-pumping like there was no tomorrow.
She instantly abandoned her popcorn and rushed to clean up the house a bit. Her plan for the afternoon, since her parents were on some business trip or something, was to settle down on the couch and relax with some cold chocolate, some popcorn and a Disney movie or two. But all that was instantly forgotten when she and Santana had arranged to make out again. Brittany was extremely giddy with excitement, and she had suddenly become rather hyper. She danced her way upstairs, tidying her room and making sure everything looked okay before she ran downstairs and found even more things to tidy.
She heard a car pull up outside and ran over to the window. She saw Santana’s car and her heart began to thump wildly in her chest. She raced to the door and just sat there, waiting for someone to knock on the door or the bell to sound. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly rather dry. When the bell sounded, Brittany jumped. She clapped her hands together when she had recovered from the small fright and took a deep breath. She opened the door, a smile on her face. She opened her mouth to greet Santana but before she had a chance to breathe, the Latina’s lips were on hers. She couldn’t complain, however. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss Santana, but now it was all coming back to her, and she scolded herself for forgetting how amazing this feeling was.
