A/N: Hey guys! So, I missed Valentine's Day, BUT, I'm early for St. Patrick's Day, sooooo here's a little bit of both. :) Enjoy!
Santana stretched in her seat as she shifted for the umpteenth time of the bus ride. The ride from NYC to Boston wasn't that long, it's just that she was really anxious to see Brittany after their Valentine's plans sort of, fizzled. It wasn't really anyone's fault, per se, but, it still sucked.
She picked up the magazine in her lap and thumbed through it distractedly while her mind wandered to the last time she had felt Brittany's lips on her own, but New Year's Eve felt like a lifetime ago. She sighed and stuffed the magazine into her bag as she stared out the window at the quickly approaching skyline. This was their opportunity for a "re-do" of the Hallmark holiday they had missed, well, sort of missed.
She frowned as the muscle bound moron behind her bumped her seat with his knee and broke her out of her brooding. She'd had just about enough of his nervous fucking leg bouncing that started sometime around the last exit in Connecticut and snarled when she felt him lean over her chair as the bus began to unload.
"Sorry, Sweetheart."
Santana shot him a glare and cracked her neck as she stood from her seat. She was in no mood to deal with that asshat right now. She had intentionally sat next to the quiet Artie look-a-like in hopes that she would avoid exactly what all the little hairs on the back of her neck were warning her about when she heard the tone being directed at her.
"Hey, I said 'sorry.' He raised his hands in mock surrender before taking a moment to leer at her. "Woah, mama, if I had known all that was in the seat in front of me that whole ride, I woulda switched seats with Point Dexter over here." He jabbed his thumb toward her shy, nerdy seat neighbor who had been so adorably absorbed in his text book that he hadn't given her more than a timid grin when she boarded the bus.
"Oh, it speaks! Here I was thinking all you did was mouth breathe against my seat and practice your high kicks."
Her seat neighbor glanced anxiously between them as he fumbled to get his book back into his backpack and exit as quickly as possible. His jerky hand movements dislodged some papers from the folder in his lap and he apologized as he shuffled them around and stumbled into the walkway.
Meathead with leg twitch ignored her taunt and resumed picking on Wheel-less Artie, "See? Like I said, he's a dork. You'd have been better putting that smart mouth of yours to use with me as your seat buddy. Your loss, J Lo."
Santana picked up one of the loose papers and handed it back to, 'Kevin McSomething-er-Other,' the header of the paper informed her. "Here, Kevin." She gave him a soft smile and nodded to the near empty front of the bus toward the exit. She would rather not be in the aisle when she went all Lima Heights on the gorilla still standing behind them.
"Yeah, Kevin," Captain Acne taunted, "why don't you hurry up and leave so I can appreciate Latina Barbie's assets."
Santana's lip curled as she opened her mouth to reply-
"Hey. Stop being such a douche." Kevin interrupted the onslaught of curse words threatening to launch out of her mouth. He squared his shoulders and adjusted his glasses as he gestured for Santana to leave first, placing himself between them.
"You got something to say to me, Bro?" A hand landed heavily on Kevin's shoulder pulling him back as he tried to exit the last few rows of the bus.
Kevin puffed out his chest and swallowed as he made to turn around and face the Hulk currently holding him in place.
Santana spun on her heel and cocked her eyebrow before she pried Baby Huey's mitt off Kevin's shoulder, "Sorry Igor, we have someplace to be. You can go ahead and appreciate all my ass…ets, because they are leaving with Kevin, not you. Enjoy the view." She winked and shoved his shoulder as she took Kevin's free hand and pulled him toward the exit and off the bus.
Santana dragged Kevin behind her as they stepped off the bus and into the swarms of people at South Station. She kept his hand in hers until they got into a less crowded area and familiar arms wrapped possessively around her waist.
A happy squeal escaped Santana's lips as she was scooped up into Brittany's arms and soft pink lips encased her own.
Brittany smiled into the kiss as Santana's hands clasped behind her neck and scratched lightly at her hairline. She was completely lost in the moment until she heard someone clear their throat and Santana broke their kiss with a soft giggle as she wiggled back to the ground.
Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's shoulders as she nodded toward the stranger, "friend of yours, babe?"
Santana nuzzled close and inhaled Brittany's scent as she kissed her jaw and nodded, "Mmhmm, this is Kevin." She leaned back and smiled at the sheepish look on her new friend's face before she winked, "He protected me from a bully on the bus."
A blush settled in Kevin's cheeks as he shuffled his feet.
"Is that so?" Brittany held out her hand to shake his, "Nice to meet you Kevin, I'm Brittany, Santana's girlfriend."
"H-Hi." He stuttered and adjusted his back pack as he shook her hand. A roar of laughter came from behind him as three similar looking guys approached and ruffled his hair while one of them play wrestled his bag from his shoulders.
"Kevie!" The tallest of the three exclaimed in an Irish brogue, "Welcome home, bud!"
"Don't call me that!" Kevin grumbled as he weaseled out from the grips of the other two guys and adjusted his glasses with a blush when he looked back at the girls still standing there.
"Oh, now, Kev, is that anyway to greet your favorite cousins?" The second tallest frowned as he shouldered Kevin's bag and pulled him into a one armed hug.
"Oi, Kevie, who are these beautiful women?" The smallest of the three asked with a wink.
"Ah, um, well…-"
"Just some friends. Have a good weekend, Kevin." Santana stepped forward and kissed his cheek before she laced her fingers with Brittany's, "thanks again."
His cousins whooped good naturedly and punched a stunned Kevin in the shoulder as Brittany tugged Santana toward the exit of the station.
"You totally just made his life, you know that?" Brittany pressed a kiss to Santana's temple and grabbed Santana's luggage as they stepped through the sliding doors.
Santana chuckled and leaned into Brittany's touch. "Yeah, probably. I thought that if he blushed any harder he might burst into flames, and that is not how I envisioned getting hot this weekend."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah," Santana nodded and pressed a long, slow kiss to Brittany's lips as Brittany opened the cab door. "I had other things in mind for that."
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"Santana, what did you pack in this thing?" Brittany hefted the travel bag onto the counter with a grunt.
"Oh, nothing much, you know, the essentials," Santana shooed Brittany from peeking into the contents of the bag.
Brittany shrugged and dropped her own bag by the bottom of the stairs before she wrapped Santana into a hug from behind.
"B, this place is awesome." Santana smiled and closed her eyes as Brittany kissed along her neck. She had been pleasantly surprised when Brittany had mentioned to her a few weeks ago that they would be house sitting for Rory Flanagan's Aunt while she was away. It almost made Santana feel bad for bullying that little liar after he was drooling over Brittany. But those days of hiding her true feelings for Brittany were long gone and they laughed easily now about the quirky exchange student that still kept in contact with Brittany.
"I'm glad you like it. Who would have thought that Rory Leprechaun was Boston Irish? I really thought his accent was authentic Ireland Irish."
"Brit-"
"That explains why he couldn't grant me my three wishes…imposter."
Santana melted into the smiling lips on her neck; she absolutely adored Brittany's sense of humor, that quiet confidence that exuded Brittany and washed over Santana whenever she was near her. She had missed that calm so very much this last few weeks.
The soft kisses along her neck became wetter and more aggressive and all Santana's romantic thoughts turned to lustful ones when Brittany's hands started to venture from their PG-13 position along her waist toward the NC-17 direction.
"I missed you," pink lips breathed across Santana's ear before they nipped at it playfully.
"Uh huh." Santana couldn't quite get the sentiments she was feeling across when Brittany's right hand unbuttoned her jeans and slipped below the elastic of her panties. "Me, too."
Brittany slid her hand down further to cup Santana's sex as she pulled her girlfriend tighter into the crook of her hips. She pressed the heel of her hand against Santana's clit when she felt Santana shudder and roll her hips in frustration. "It's been too long. I hated not seeing you on Valentine's Day."
Santana groaned at the memory. She had planned an elaborate dinner at the loft but bad weather in Boston had delayed Brittany's bus twice before it was canceled all together. By the time Brittany would have arrived in the city the next day she would have to be back on the bus less than twelve hours later to get back to school. That paired with Santana's work schedule had effectively destroyed all their plans. Santana remembered being so frustrated, a feeling that was currently consuming her as Brittany continued to tease and press against her without actually giving her what she needed.
"Ugh, Brit, c'mon…" Santana craned her neck to give Brittany better access. She breathed in deeply to fill the hand cupping her breast through her shirt.
"Well, that's not entirely true, is it? I did technically see you…" Brittany bit at Santana's pulse point as she slid her fingers through Santana's wetness, continuing to tease.
"Fuuuu-" One direct swipe over her clit again rendered Santana speechless. Her resolve was waning; she liked to be teased as much as the next girl, but now Brittany was talking about Skype voyeurism when she had the real thing literally in the palm of her hand.
Brittany chuckled as she felt her fingers become wetter by the second. She pulled her hand out slowly, dragging blunt nails up Santana's stomach before she clasped Santana's hand and tugged her toward the stairs leading to the Guest Room, "I wanna see you again, Santana."
By the time Santana's back hit the bed, her only remaining articles of clothing were matching red lace bra and panties. She was pleased by the sharp intake in Brittany's breathing when the undergarments of choice were noticed. Brittany had specially requested these make an appearance. If the hungry way impatient, pale fingers pulled them from her shoulders was any indication, Brittany was pleased.
Brittany kissed across the swell of Santana's breasts, pausing just for a moment to trace her fingers along the heart shapes in the lace before she tossed it aside. She had not noticed the delicate, intricacy of them the first time she was introduced to them over the webcam. But in her defense, they didn't stay on very long.
Santana's body warmed at the feeling of Brittany's weight on top of her. She cupped Brittany's jaw to bring their lips together, as she stripped Brittany of her clothes. Santana massaged her tongue along Brittany's as she moaned at the feeling of "home" she felt when Brittany's skin settled against her own. They began the familiar, steady rhythm of gently grinding against each other while they kissed that passionate, needy kiss that comes from missing the person you love.
"Mmm, baby, yessss." Santana purred when Brittany kissed away from her lips and latched onto one of her nipples.
Brittany sucked harder at the bud between her lips when she felt Santana scratch into her hair and pull it loose from hair tie holding it in place. She rolled her hips harder against the leg Santana slid between her own, pressing against her core and moaning at the sensation.
The wetness Santana felt along her thigh pulled her from the lust induced fog Brittany had summoned as she worked her lips and tongue across Santana's chest. Santana pushed against Brittany's shoulders to look deeply into the hooded, dark blue eyes above her, "I want you to see me, Brit."
Brittany panted above her, confusion on her brow as she waited to see what Santana meant. It took all her self control to slow the grinding of her sex on Santana's leg.
Her patience was rewarded as Santana slid out of her soaked panties and pressed her thigh against Brittany again, this time dropping her left hand to touch herself. "Just like before, Brit, I want you to watch a bit, okay?"
"OhMyGod," Brittany breathed out in a rush as it dawned on her that Santana was replicating their Valentine's Skype night, with a little creative freedom as her other hand began to guide Brittany's hips back to their rhythm on her thigh before it slipped up to massage at her own chest.
"Yeah, Brit, just like that, mm, baby, do you like to watch me?"
Brittany nodded dumbly as she watched Santana pull and twist at her own nipples while her left hand continued to tease and rub along flushed lips, the wet sounds encouraging Brittany's grind into a faster pace. "God, Santana, that is so fucking hot."
Santana felt herself flush with that telltale warning that she was close. She loved the captivated look Brittany had as she watched Santana's hand move deftly between her legs, but what was really pushing her to the edge was the image of Brittany's perfect abs contracting with every desperate roll of her core against Santana's leg. Those fucking abs and that hot, panting breath across her chest telling her Brittany was close was more than Santana could resist any longer, "Fuck, yes, come with me, Brit. Fuck, you feel so good…
Brittany moaned and shifted as she grabbed Santana's left hand and pressed it against her own sex while she slipped two fingers inside Santana.
Santana's surprised gasp was swallowed by Brittany's lips as her sex clenched and seized around Brittany's fingers, Brittany's inner walls mirrored her own as they milked Santana's fingers when her synchronized orgasm rolled through her.
Brittany gently pumped her fingers to prolong Santana's tremors, while Santana pressed the heel of her hand against Brittany's quivering clit until the sensation became too much for both of them.
"Woah." Brittany expelled a satiated sigh as she pulled Santana onto her side so they could face each other and catch their breath.
"Mm, I missed you, B, I love you."
Brittany cupped Santana's jaw and sucked on her plump bottom lip for a moment before she replied, "I love you, too, San."
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