Brittany S. Pierce || USWNT || Seattle, Washington I’m Britt Fierce and I like Santana Lopez. My hobbies include fucking Santana Lopez and being an international star. #quitt4never #santana4ever P.S. Britt’s better than you. Tumblr (3.0; @brittypierce)http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/40068140463/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/d0fb163f914e2ee1634b3ba271c1ea26/tumblr_inline_mgcam7hgT31r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>“What do you think it is Britt.” Santana’s voice is soft almost playful. She gives Brittany’s hand a tight squeeze. “You didn’t really think I’d make such a big deal out of a joint bank account did you?” Santana takes in a deep breath, centering herself . “Britt, I am so in love with you. I have been since the day you signed your name for me on that little napkin in the food court. I love everything about you, your smile, your brain, your heart. I love the way you curl into me when you’re sleepy and the way you tap your feet when you’re bored. I even love the way you yell at me when you’re angry because you are so passionate about life Brittany.” She lets go for Brittany’s hand to rummage around in her pocket. “Your passion has changed my life. I am a better person because of everything I have learned from you. Because of you Britt I’m not afraid of who I am or where I’m going. I’m not afraid to to jump anymore because I know you will always be there to catch me.”</p> <p>Her fingers find the ring and she pulls it out, holding it between her thumb and pointer finger. “And for as long as you want me, I will always be there to catch you too. Britt I-I want a joint bank account, I want everything; mundane evenings, bills, stupid little fights, and hurdles we’ll have to jump together. And I want kids, god I want to have kids with you, I want us to have a family and a future all our own. But most of all I want you. I want you and your passion every day for the rest of my life.” </p> <p>She raises her hand and offers the ring to Brittany. “Will you spend forever with me Brittany Pierce?”</p> </blockquote> <p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; Brittany doesn&#8217;t hesitate in answering. She&#8217;s managed to keep the tears willed into the back of her eyes as Santana speaks everything that Brittany has ever wanted to hear. She&#8217;s so in love with Santana and everything that she is, that Brittany allows Santana to slide the ring on to her finger. She pulls her up by the insistence of her hand,  wrapping both her arms around Santana&#8217;s neck and holding her close. Brittany doesn&#8217;t speak for a few minutes, simply lingering and allowing their heartbeats to bump against one another. &#8220;I&#8217;ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I&#8217;ve wanted you.&#8221; Brittany kisses the side of Santana&#8217;s head, running her fingers against the smooth curls.</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/088cb220d51d87aa8468c82bdb789fd1/tumblr_inline_mgcbsyDGeq1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>When their lips touch, Brittany makes sure to pull Santana tighter against her body. The first thing she notices is the imprint and push of her ring against Santana&#8217;s. Maybe it&#8217;s her being conscious of the situation, but the ring feels pleasantly heavy against her finger. And she&#8217;s so in love with everything about it, that she curls her fingers against Santana&#8217;s skin all the fraction tighter. &#8220;Of course, I&#8217;ll marry you. I&#8217;ll marry you anywhere on any day. As long as you wear that beautiful white dress and agree to say I do too. But&#8212;&#8221; Brittany waits a moment, allowing Santana to sweat it because she&#8217;s played her today way too much. &#8220;No jumping hurdles, &#8216;cause the last time you had me run them, I had cramps for a week.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/40070676872http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/40070676872Tue, 08 Jan 2013 20:19:21 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39979741667/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“Not since the great October Quitt Riot of 2013.” Santana grumbles, but there is no malice in her words. She supposes she can understand how badly hearts must have broken when Britt moved out of her apartment with Quinn to live with her. In fact, the whole situation just makes her all the more smug. But they don’t dwell on the conversation. Instead Brittany presses into her. Santana takes their twined fingers and brings Britt’s hands up hooking them around her shoulder as she wraps her arms around Brittany’s middle. And okay it’s a strange role reversal given the height difference but it works. They spin in a slow circle as Santana continues to sing, urging them away from their blanket. She acknowledges Brittany’s words with a smile but doesn’t break the stream of the song.</p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/83e809ed9f140c704da6f0e3f3d928ae/tumblr_inline_mgachdGDUH1r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>She waits until the last notes hang in the chilled night air before pressing a kiss to Brittany’s cheek. “Close your eyes and take my hand.” Brittany complies and laces their fingers back together. Santana strikes up another song as they walk, instead of an oldie this one is one Brittany introduced her too. She lets the lyrics of Lana fill the air but doesn’t get further than the second stanza before they’ve reached their destination. Santana urges Brittany to stop and finishes out the chorus of Never Let Me Go before sinking to her knee. “You can open your eyes sweet heart.” </p> <p>They’re at the base of an empty pier. Santana has had it meticulously decorated with twinkle lights that wrap around the trunk of each support, twining against the railings so that they are bathed in a soft glow. The underside of the pier has been done up in the same manner and a few feet away from them is a small table decorated in a plain white cloth. Upon it is a portable set of speakers and a glass of champagne, but Santana hopes she hasn’t seen that quite yet. She takes a deep breath and waits to meet Brittany’s gaze.</p> </blockquote> <p>Santana&#8217;s never been much of a dancer, but Brittany&#8217;s always enamored with the way she tries to impress Brittany. And she always does impress, slowly leading them around the sand, the waves crashing behind. She melts instantly into everything Santana, eyes closing when she instructs her to. Brittany, as flamboyant as she is, has never been one for surprises. But with the careful insistence of Santana&#8217;s palm in her own, she follows without hesitation. Her heart beats loudly in her chest, and she&#8217;s sure if the waves nd music weren&#8217;t so loud, then Santana could hear it. But, more than anything, Brittany assumes that Santana&#8217;s heart is so attuned with hers, that she can feel it beat along to the rhythm of her own. </p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/ca1e6fbe6dae8be0a02d6cb531b8badc/tumblr_inline_mgc8dydi3k1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>When her eyes open, she can&#8217;t believe what she&#8217;s seeing. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth in shock, the other running through her hair in almost exasperation. She doesn&#8217;t know where to look first; Santana, the pier, the lights. She&#8217;s honestly so awe-struck that all she can do is silently feel the tears blinding her eyes. Brittany blinks, once, twice and then closes her eyes entirely. The hand sifting through her hair comes down to rest to her side, slowly pinching her skin. When it&#8217;s confirmed that this is all real, she reopens her eyes, the second confirmation of Santana still on her knee, being more than what she&#8217;s needed.</p> <p>&#8220;Santana&#8212;&#8220;she starts, biting down on her lip. She doesn&#8217;t know what to say, or how to say anything in return. She&#8217;s been waiting for this moment for years, and now that it&#8217;s finally come, she&#8217;s scared to speak. Scared to wake up from some dream she&#8217;s thought up so vividly. &#8220;Baby, what&#8217;s all of this?&#8221; She knows exactly what it is, but her body&#8217;s shivering from both anticipation and the chill that she stands and waits for Santana.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/40064379944http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/40064379944Tue, 08 Jan 2013 19:05:17 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39960824458/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <div> <p>“Little Santitanys.” Santana decides with a small laugh, “But if we don’t have at least one with blue eyes I’m leaving you for another woman.” Santana doesn’t agree or disagree with Brittany’s loaded statement. She just hums and gives an noncommittal nod against Brittany’s shoulder. They lapse into an easy silence before Santana starts humming. She remembers the last time they sang this song together and how they’d spent the duration dancing in the kitchen exchanging lazy kisses. “I don’t need no money, fortune, or fame.” She begins, detaching herself from Brittany’s side, “I’ve got all the riches baby one woman can claim.” She pushes the blanket from Brittany’s shoulder and proffers her hands. “Dance with me Britt Britt?”</p> <p><span><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/1acadb1eeeb8296cf6cf91bac387c4ae/tumblr_inline_mga2cq7soz1r9fhig.gif"/></span></p> </div> </blockquote> <p>&#8220;Little Brittanas, San.&#8221; Brittany&#8217;s nose scrunches. &#8220;C&#8217;mon, don&#8217;t you check twitter?&#8221; </p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/4b6d45ef4a03a3d8a3906d0e2e106de8/tumblr_inline_mga8hxuD7Q1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>Brittany knows the song, it&#8217;s one of her favorites, but it&#8217;s Santana&#8217;s words and soft humming that are enough to have her foot tapping. She doesn&#8217;t hesitate in taking Santana&#8217;s hand, lacing their fingers together so that their palms are flat against one another. She allows Santana to take the lead, pushing her body closer to Santana&#8217;s so that her nose can press against the side of her head. &#8220;I like this song.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39972174756http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39972174756Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:09:00 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39871287858/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Santana lets herself be pulled in and melts totally into Brittany’s side. “Do I want to have kids with you?” It’s an incredulous question. Santana knows she’s been difficult whenever they openly discuss the future. But after being told time and time again that her feelings were invalid, she’s always found it difficult to grasp the idea that she and Brittany could have a happy ending. But moving to Seattle had been an eye opener, she was so ridiculously happy everyday damn with Brittany by her side that it felt like, for them, anything was possible. ‘of course I want to have kids with you Brittany.”</p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/51746e98740b2e6b17c92bb5c5ffce91/tumblr_inline_mg85qdXYE01r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>“I want little blonde babies with blue eyes.” She talks into Brittany’s neck, just basking in the moment .”Little Britt’s who fist pump their way through life just like you.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Brittany&#8217;s breath is stalled short. It seems like her heart misses a beat when Santana thinks of an answer. She&#8217;s ready for backlash, and for Santana to deny her claims, but what she gets instead makes her heart race. &#8220;I think little Santana&#8217;s are probably a better choice.&#8221; Brittany makes sure to wrap the blanket around her tighter, encasing them both in what seems to be a secret world. It&#8217;s just them two until the heat is unbearable and Brittany&#8217;s letting them get fresh air. &#8220;I don&#8217;t care if we have alien babies, or cats, or even fish. I want everything with you.&#8221;</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/58e94ee5e4919d3766c5e6f71ccc0bb7/tumblr_inline_mg8wzst5aw1rvwe65.gif"/></p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39916941484http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39916941484Mon, 07 Jan 2013 00:02:21 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39833187129/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>The bury themselves into each other as they walk along the shoreline. It’s relaxing and everything Santana can hope for. Her eyes flicker off to the distance but it’s too light out still to put her plan into action so she stalls. “I love this beach.” It’s nonchalant though she licks her lips. “We should bring our kids here.” She glances up almost shyly at Brittany.</p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/b28b7f56995d0e81c3cfc53663fc3a67/tumblr_inline_mg7g6i5Day1r9fhig.gif"/></p> </blockquote> <p>That almost stops Brittany in her tracks. They&#8217;ve never had a full conversation about their future with the idea of marriage not turn into a fight, so she sort of holds her words. Snuggling closer into Santana, Brittany can feel the warmth of her nose against her shoulder, clutching the fabric of Santana&#8217;s shirt to pull her in. </p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/3b6c12e5f393c3a3ab3eab8f376fa9d7/tumblr_inline_mg856wE0DZ1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>&#8220;You wanna have kids with me?&#8221; Her nose scrunches in appreciation. She&#8217;s thought about it plenty of times, but now that they&#8217;re talking about it in the open, Brittany feels almost nervous.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39870199653http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39870199653Sun, 06 Jan 2013 14:02:47 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39832375779/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Really, she shouldn’t be loving this as much as she is. Brittany’s disappointment is palpable and for some reason it eases Santana’s nerves about her later question. She thinks Brittany will say yes, she can’t imagine her not, but still there is a small part of her that worries maybe it will end in another fight just like the one about Brittany moving in. But this, this makes her feel better. “Great.” Pretending not to notice Brittany’s forced smile she explains the process over their shared desert. When they’re finished Santana pays for the meal and extends her hand to Brittany pulling her up and into a kiss. They aren’t private about their personal life in the slightest, but still open public displays like this, in such a crowded space, are rare.</p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/e3993df5b9db0166c7605ba2b95a2e08/tumblr_inline_mg7erzkuyQ1r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>“Come on I’ve got one more stop to make before we go back home.” She lets her hands drift dangerously low on Brittany’s back. “That okay with you?” As if she has much of a choice. Santana can tell Brittany is off through the whole car ride, but she tries to enjoy it anyway by telling Brittany all about her new deal and how much she intends on spoiling Brittany with her new bonus. It takes them nearly an hour before their pulling into the beach parking lot. Santana grabs a blanket from the back seat and meets Brittany around the other side of the car. She drapes it over herself like a blanket and opens her arms for Brittany. “I know it’s cold but can we go sit, we haven’t been to the beach since summer.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Brittany&#8217;s never been discreet about her emotions. She&#8217;s been told she wears her heart on her sleeve, and though she&#8217;s always been grossed out by the idea, she can agree. It&#8217;s hard to feign excitement about their account, because all Brittany can think about is taking the next real step. She doesn&#8217;t want to propose, though there&#8217;s been a ring in her  locker since Christmas, because Santana&#8217;s always been a flighty person. She doesn&#8217;t want to risk scaring her away, so she opts for a brighter smile. One that&#8217;s actually real. &#8220;It&#8217;s perfectly okay.&#8221; The public display of affection is really what gets Brittany smiling. They don&#8217;t hide their relationship, and Seattle is truly a blessing, but moments like this are what Brittany cherishes. </p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/ee3cc1baff4bf1e87d9048b2996f93ca/tumblr_inline_mg7fteC5N11rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>Never one to deny Santana anything, Brittany cuddles herself into Santana&#8217;s space. Her arm tosses itself around Santana&#8217;s shoulder, keeping her huddled close to her as they walk down the sand and closer to the water. </p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39832924147http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39832924147Sun, 06 Jan 2013 04:54:42 -0800mineKelley: Welcome back to the "sighhhh i wish she'd propose group" :) <br /> Kelley: I know Alex missed you<br /> Britt: Omg<br /> Britt: Shut up<br /> Kelley: Hey, it's not my fault Lolo and Tobin haven't put a ring on it yet<br /> Britt: Lolo's the OTHER track athlete<br /> Kelley: I know. She's also the engaged track athlete<br /> Kelley: Ba Dum Tss<br /> Kelley: Zingerhttp://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39832126828http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39832126828Sun, 06 Jan 2013 04:31:06 -0800textsBritt: You told me she was gonna propose?!?<br /> Quinn: And she didn't?<br /> Britt: No! She fucking asked me to join bank accounts with her.<br /> Quinn: Sam told me she had the ring picked out and everything!<br /> Britt: So done with u<br /> Britt: Don't tlk to me<br /> Britt: I can't evne tpye<br /> Britt: Byehttp://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39831953656http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39831953656Sun, 06 Jan 2013 04:25:49 -0800texts<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39831539647/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“You know I love you right Britt?” She can sense Brittany’s nerves and so she scoots the chair closer so that they are side by side staring out over Seattle instead of  across from each other. When Brittany nods Santana continues, clearing her throat. “And you’re all I ever wanted. I remember when my PR told me to go back into the closet-” She turns thoughtful, “I thought I was screwed. Track was all I ever had and I figured I was going to have to settle for some handsome face for the cameras. And then I met you and you turned my world around. You gave me hope that things would be okay.” Another deep breath. “You saved me Britt, you gave me life and you were patient with me when I pushed you away.” She brings Brittany’s knuckles to her lips brushing a kiss against each in turn. </p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/93261337099b5150f3a14da40f40517c/tumblr_inline_mg7dtzydgq1r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>“You’ve always supported me. You told me once that we were partners and I wasn’t ready for it back then.” She knows where it sounds like this is leading and it’s all she can do to repress the devious smirk that yearns to split across her face. “I’m ready now Britt, I’m ready for the next step, I think we’re ready to share more than just a house.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Britt will you join your bank account with mine. I want everything I have to be yours as well.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Each word is encased tightly inside Brittany&#8217;s heart and memory. Each one piercing her to the very core as she swallows the intricate details of Santana and her vocalization. She remembers each and every memory, adding this one to the list. And even though she tingles with a jab at memories that she&#8217;d like to forget, or of a time when Santana was too scared to be with her, she can&#8217;t help but be happy. Brittany remembers her own talks with Quinn about marriage. How, more than anything, she&#8217;d want her boyfriend (or girlfriend) to get on one knee, and while Santana may not be following the traditional sense, she still loves it. </p> <p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; she doesn&#8217;t hesitate in saying. She&#8217;s almost breathless, until Santana&#8217;s words really do come clear. &#8220;Wait&#8212;&#8221; Her smile drops into a sense of confusion, trying to piece together everything and make sense of the situation. &#8220;I mean, yeah, I&#8217;ll&#8212;I want a joint bank account with you, Santana. I want everything.&#8221; Her words sound almost airy, confused to an extent. And Brittany&#8217;s thankful for the waiter coming with their dessert to sort of sift the situation away from Brittany&#8217;s obvious disappointment. &#8220;How do we, like,&#8212;I&#8217;ve never shared a bank account, unless it was with my mom. Do I have to sign something?&#8221;</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/0201c5687213a2781502175fd33060f8/tumblr_inline_mg7e7fkLf21rvwe65.gif"/></p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39831844404http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39831844404Sun, 06 Jan 2013 04:22:31 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39830835955/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>True to her word Santana stays away from the bathroom until Brittany is out. Her own shower is quick and she dresses in her underwear and jeans before emerging. She sees Brittany sitting there looking so delectable that Santana can’t help herself. She climbs into Brittany’s lap and urges her backwards until she’s propped up by her elbows. “If you’re not in love with me yet, I’m in trouble.” She gripes, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. It sounds telling in her ears and Santana panics covering her words with a kiss and a hasty. “Because I don’t think I could fall for you any harder.” Santana let’s the kiss linger just long enough to tease before pulling away and pecking her on the nose. “Now finish getting ready before I change my mind and have my way with you.”</p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/838001f388cb65ae2565e621aa6b30f2/tumblr_inline_mg7ce3AQrE1r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>Santana makes sure she is on the opposite side of the room while they change and get ready for the day. Santana insists on driving when they finally make it out to the car, something she rarely does when Britt’s around and half a Brittney Spears playlist later they’re parked in front of the Space Needle. Santana’s always been hesitant of heights, but it’ll be worth it. “Want to go up?” Brittany agrees and Santana holds her hand the entire way up the tower. They wander the observation deck and Santana listens to story after story about Britt’s time in Seattle with the team and even adds her own about how she’s managing to adjust and by the time they’ve made another loop it’s lunch time. “Got us VIP spots at the restaurant, right next to the window.” </p> <p>She settles into the seat across from Brittany and orders them a glass of champagne. Reaching for Brittany’s hand Santana twines their figures, “Britt there’s something important i want to talk to you about.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Santana&#8217;s offer is tempting, and Brittany almost decides to lull the time down so that Santana can forcibly stay in bed with her. But it doesn&#8217;t seem like Santana&#8217;s budging on Brittany, choosing instead to soundlessly dress. It baffles Brittany momentarily, but she dresses instantly, accompanying Santana out the door to their car. She&#8217;s about to ask where to, when Santana takes the keys right from under her. Brittany doesn&#8217;t offer too many words on the ride, she&#8217;s still confused and excited to garner anything but continuously sing a long to Britney Spears.</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/ea1b9626baff70a1ebe5096ba7a9385b/tumblr_inline_mg7d5wDzaE1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>It&#8217;s silly for Brittany to say, but she&#8217;s almost nervous. Santana&#8217;s perfect, in every way, but as spontaneous as Brittany is, surprises aren&#8217;t exactly her favorite. Or well, they are, but only when she&#8217;s the one surprising. It&#8217;s a long history of the unknown, but Brittany manages to forget her own nerves the moment the Space Needle comes into view. She immediately remembers each and every aspect of the location; of her first time with Quinn, hanging out with Alex Morgan at the top, and now, her time with Santana. Her fingers lace in Santana&#8217;s hand, offering her a smile as she continues her story about Quinn and her fear of heights. </p> <p>She&#8217;s about to tell Santana about Sydney&#8217;s barf session at the top when Santana reaches over the table. Cutting her story short, Brittany raises an eyebrow. &#8220;What about, babe?&#8221; Her tone is questioning, excited to the very brim.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39831085020http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39831085020Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:59:08 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39829918476/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“Your stench is what ruined it baby, not me.” Santana giggles and shifts so Brittany can untangle herself. She watches unabashedly as Brittany teases her, dark eyes scanning hungrily across each inch of exposed skin. She groans wanting nothing more than to join her. Instead of giving in she busies herself with the tray, piling Brittany’s empty plate on it and sliding from the bed. </p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/663bd940ad49c745bc71ad955e502a80/tumblr_inline_mg7bioNCcI1r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>“Wish I could, but I’ve got dishes to do.” She pauses at the door, her robe loose against her front. “Be quick please, I need one too, I think you’re smell’s rubbed off on me.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Brittany&#8217;s pout is evident as Santana denies her yet again. &#8220;Fine,&#8221; her eyebrows furrow together in faux anger, closing the bathroom door behind her. True to Santana&#8217;s request, Brittany&#8217;s out and done in a matter of minutes. Situated on their bed, and dressed now in just her panties and bra, she makes due of her wet hair by shuffling the towel.</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/22d2d15a7c9050dadd8b089a1489b9f2/tumblr_inline_mg7br7XOZC1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>&#8220;If you keep doing stuff like this, I may just fall in love.&#8221; Brittany&#8217;s smile is wide. Her hair&#8217;s ready to be blow dried, and she turns the blow dryer off when Santana begins to talk.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39830147621http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39830147621Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:29:40 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39829062503/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Santana scoffs, she’s a terrible liar and chances are Brittany will see right through her but hey, she’s got to at least try. “Why do you always think I’m up to something? Why can’t I just take a day to treat you like the Princess you are.” She pauses for a moment. “Well Quinn, but not Kurt’s kind of Queen.” She laughs, pleased with her own little joke. The braid continues until there is no hair left and Santana let’s it fall back over Brittany’s shoulders loose. Her fingers fan against Brittany’s stomach, soaking in the warmth. She remembers the way they felt last night, splayed against the same spot feeling Brittany’s muscles contract beneath her fingertips. She leans forward to steal a small bite of Brittany’s pancake. “I can’t decide.” She answers honestly, a cheese ball grin flitting across her lips. “Usually it’s your mind. I love the way you think. Or your smile.” She rests her chin on Brittany’s shoulders. “But I think it’s your heart. You love so openly Britt Britt, you inspire me.”</p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/ffdbcd6e66006f163b01f1453021651d/tumblr_inline_mg7aa5EUh81r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>Santana molds her front to Brittany’s back and takes a deep breath, tears prickling in her eyes. She can’t cry yet, or preferably at all, so she changes tactics “You should shower. You smell.” </p> </blockquote> <p>Brittany&#8217;s eyes roll in Santana mock fashion. She&#8217;s sure that Santana can&#8217;t see her, but can tell by her own scoff that Brittany doesn&#8217;t find the joke as funny. Her girlfriend is completely, and utterly, a goober. &#8220;You&#8217;re silly.&#8221; She grins, shaking her head once so that the loose strands of hair fasten against her back with the braid. &#8220;But I love you,&#8221; she&#8217;s breathless with her admission, each and every one of Santana&#8217;s words only acting as a reminder of why she&#8217;s so, so happy.</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/bc1e355e68c87a208d5ab1bce6eef34a/tumblr_inline_mg7aunvZeV1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>&#8220;Aaandd,&#8221; she drags the word, &#8220;you totally ruined the moment.&#8221; With a loud hmph, she slaps Santana&#8217;s thigh so that her leg can uncurl from around her. Edging the plate onto their bedside table, she gets off the bed to stretch her legs once more. &#8220;You&#8217;re not gonna join me?&#8221; Her voice is husky as she throws Santana a saucy look over her shoulder. Brittany&#8217;s fingers edge against the waistline of her panties, sliding them off and kicking them slightly in front of her. She&#8217;s teasing with her actions, bending over to pick up the underwear. &#8220;Could be fun,&#8221; she voices her request, giving Santana a wink as she steps into the shower, fingers undoing the braid.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39829605685http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39829605685Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:12:23 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39827652545/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“What I can’t make breakfast for my girlfriend?” Santana presses a kiss to her temple and slides into the space between Brittany’s back and the headboard. her legs bracket Brittany’s hips and she pulls her back into her body by the waist. Bare skin presses against skin and Santana let’s out a contented little sigh. “Don’t eat too fast, but try to hurry okay, we’ve got plans today.” She buries her nose in Brittany’s shoulder, breathing her in while she eats. Santana could spend the rest of eternity sitting right like this listening to the steady beat of Brittany’s heart. She starts humming again, unable to ease the tightness in her chest. Her hands draw Brittany’s hair to the side, pushing it over shoulder to rain gentle kisses against her neck. “<em>I just can’t believe the lovliness of loving you</em>” She sing songs, dragging her fingers through blonde hair. “I just can’t believe it’s rue.” </p> <p><span><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/2a51f7e5b5f1ed5c249a6c5bd1bb4250/tumblr_inline_mg78a8qrqQ1r9fhig.gif"/></span></p> <p><span>Santana settles herself against the headboard and begins braiding her hair. “Want to know what I love most about you?</span></p> </blockquote> <p>Every kiss that Santana places to her skin burns. She feels the feather light touch of her plush lips flow through her body with a sense of electricity. Her body quivers lightly, turning her head to the side to stop Santana&#8217;s ministrations and press their lips in a soft kiss. Santana tastes like the butter of the pancakes, mixed with the syrup, and it&#8217;s so delicious that Brittany presses forward to deepen the kiss. The plate rattles in her lap, and slowly she grips the edge to keep it steady. When she&#8217;s breathless, and their noses tip away from each other, she grins. &#8220;Plans today? What are you up to today, Santana Marie Lopez?&#8221; </p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/db172df018b3414d6a4d5195f608ac0f/tumblr_inline_mg79boPYZf1rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>Brittany&#8217;s entire leg thrums with excitement. If today is anything like the past week, then Brittany&#8217;s in for an adventure. But Santana&#8217;s motions are too sweet to initiate a fuck session any time soon, so Brittany relishes in the sweetness. She hums her approval, taking another bite of pancake. Her fingers on the fork drag the remaining pancake over the syrup that pools at the edge. &#8220;What?&#8221; She&#8217;s smiling, tipping the last of the pancake into her mouth.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39828549064http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39828549064Sun, 06 Jan 2013 02:39:37 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39823131569/hello-will-you-be-mine">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>It takes Santana a good deal of effort to wake up in the morning. She can’t remember the last time she had Brittany had spent that long together in bed before. Well she can, but she can’t remember the last time it had ever been that intense. Hours and hours of love making and giggling between the sheets had satisfied Santana in a way that the rest of the week couldn’t compare to. She felt whole, complete and so damn perfect in Brittany’s arms that when her alarm went off at eight her body screamed in protest. Still, plans were plans and Santana heaves herself out of bed, reluctantly disentangling her body from Brittany’s in order to get changed. She throws the thing robe on around her body and pulls her hair up into a messy bun before scribbling down a note for Brittany to wake up to. </p> <blockquote> <p>Waking to you is the best sight could ever hope to see. I wish I could stay and kiss you awake but I’ve got breakfast to make. Don’t get up, I’ll come to you. </p> </blockquote> <p>Blueberry pancakes are Brittany’s favorite. Santana prefers her with chocolate chips, but she can deal. And while Santana usually defers to Brittany in the kitchen, she has a special knack for making pancakes exactly to Brittany’s specifications. By the time she’s finished she has a plate stacked full of golden pancakes, enough syrup to feed a small nation, and a glass of Brittany’s favorite cranberry juice. It’s all piled onto a little plate, complete with a vase of sunflowers and roses. Pleased with herself Santana makes her way back to the room, humming the tone of <em>Sugar, Sugar </em>as she goes. </p> <p><img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/b359213790edce0e34c504f9c6315633/tumblr_inline_mg72zmUXV11r9fhig.gif"/></p> <p>“Good morning sunshine.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Brittany stirs lightly in her sleep, arm outstretched to blanket Santana&#8217;s body. Her fingers curl into her skin, lowering its intensity when it&#8217;s bare skin. Nuzzling her nose into Santana&#8217;s shoulder. Her girlfriend moves in a direction that has Brittany wanting to follow, but as soon as the cold Seattle breeze from their bay window hits her, she&#8217;s lurching her body to turn around. Brittany&#8217;s groan is inevitable, eyes shut tightly as she curls the blankets in her fist to try and return the warmth to her body. She misses Santana instantly, even in her grogginess. &#8220;Don&#8217;t go,&#8221; she whines, the puff of her voice echoing. Her blue eyes open slightly to acknowledge Santana. They don&#8217;t really chase after her, choosing instead to close back tightly and drift into sleep.</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/eba2e55378cea619336c6a468a64a38a/tumblr_inline_mg773cT8e71rvwe65.gif"/></p> <p>Brittany&#8217;s sure she can hear Santana singing off in some dreamland, and even though it&#8217;s far away, her lips curl into a smile at the soft noise. Only, the dream isn&#8217;t so much a dream anymore. The opening of the door and Santana&#8217;s words booming in her ears, she finally opens her eyes. There&#8217;s a note precariously crunched to her side, but Brittany pays it no mind as she stretches her limbs. The appeasing crack of her back is enough to have her lifting her body up to slouch on their post. Giving Santana enough room to saddle into the bed next to her. Sitting indian style on the bed, the plate placed preciously in the space, she takes her first bite of pancake. </p> <p>&#8220;Baby,&#8221; she questions after she&#8217;s swallowed her first bite. Offering Santana a piece of pancake from the edge of her fork, she raises her eyebrow. &#8220;What&#8217;s all this?&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39827009255http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39827009255Sun, 06 Jan 2013 01:53:14 -0800mine<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39204429835/brittypierce-the-sensation-of-the-wax-is-still">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Santana’s eyes flutter open to fix Brittany with a questioning look. She hadn’t intended to seek her own release so soon but when Brittany rambles, Santana hurries to comply. She lifts herself up, pushing her underwear down her hips and kicking them to the side. Santana re-straddles Brittany’s thighs. She hisses in pleasure at the feel of bare skin against bare skin. Her hands fall to Brittany’s breasts, kneading carefully, mindful of their heightened sensitivity. Brittany rocks up into her, tensing her muscle as she does and producing a low keening moan from Santana’s lips. She adopts her previous pace, rocking insistently against Brittany’s thigh, chasing after her orgasm. Brittany meets her with every downward roll of her body, pressing up into wet heat and causing her clit to slide against wet skin. “Already-” She whimpers out, “So close.” It’s embarrassing how quickly heat coils in her again, but after watching Brittany writhe for the last half hour she can’t find it within her to care. Her chest heaves with the effort of her breathing and the motion of her body, bouncing her breasts against the top of her corset until nipples peek out, deliciously hard, just over the the top of the fabric. </p> <p>Her orgasm takes her entirely by surprise. Her back bows as she grinds down against Brittany a final time. Her head falls backwards, damp curls loose around her shoulders as she moans Brittany’s name into the darkness of the room before slumping forward onto Brittany’s chest. She stays there for a moment until the feeling returns completely to her legs. “You’re amazing.” She mumbles, her cheek pressed to Brittany’s breast bone. She’s about to make a quip about Brittany not needing to do anything to make her cum when she remembers her earlier denial of Brittany’s orgasm. A wave of shame washes through her and she lifts her head to give Brittany a sheepish smile before dropping the ghost of a kiss to the space just above her heart. </p> <p>Her eyes lock with Brittany’s as she leans over and takes one of the smallest cubes between her fingers. Her tongue flicks out, wrapping around it, tracing across her fingers in a teasing manner before sucking into her mouth. It melts quickly. “Gonna make you feel so good baby.” Her thumb brushes lovingly across Brittany’s jawbone, a brief gesture of affection before she sinks back into place between Brittany’s knees. She spreads her legs widely apart and licks a broad stripe along Brittany’s center. Santana doesn’t waste time in giving into Brittany this time. She’s been so patient, that her lips wrap immediately around Brittany’s clit as two fingers sink deep into wet heat. She pumps them experimentally, fluttering her fingers as she hums her content into her clit. The pace she picks up immediately after is quick, unrelenting as she pistons her fingers in and out, curling at random. A third finger is added as her teeth graze Brittany’s sensitive clit. Brittany bucks up into her but Santana makes no movement to restrain her. Fingertips brush against that spot that makes Brittany’s roll and she feels Brittany cum with her whole body. She drinks up the arousal, tonguing the wetness dutifully from Brittany’s folds and inner thighs as her fingers continue to pulse inside her, drawing out her orgasm. </p> <p>When she feels Brittany relax beneath her Santana makes her way back up Brittany’s body and sinks into a kiss, tongue swiping against her lower lip. She searches the side table without breaking their kiss, fumbling about with one hand until her fingers find purchase against the little silver key. Santana unlocks her wrists and eases her arms down. “Merry Christmas Britt Britt.” She whispers against her lips, settling into Brittany’s side. “I love you.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Santana falls under the exertion of Brittany&#8217;s thigh. Together they move in unison to a beat only their hearts can play, her own heat coiling deep within her stomach. With every breathy gasp Santana releases, Brittany&#8217;s meeting her with a gentle ushering of &#8216;come on, baby.&#8217; When Santana comes, Brittany feels her own eyes soften as they try desperately to be there for her without touch. She&#8217;s always felt closer to Santana with her movements, with the way she can hold her cheek and kiss her as she moans sweet words into the dim of the room. But it&#8217;s difficult to showcase any real affection without her hands, so Brittany dictates Santana by the massive repeat of &#8216;I love you&#8217; and &#8216;cum for me, baby, please&#8217;. </p> <p>Her own arousal is practically filled to the brim. Legs sticky as they tighten together in an attempt to get any friction. Brittany&#8217;s arms are tired, jelly like as well, but they don&#8217;t compare to the feeling that shocks through her instantly when Santana kisses the space of skin right on top of her heart. It warms her in ways that Santana&#8217;s fingers can not. And it isn&#8217;t an insult, more so a different etching of love that Brittany&#8217;s come to know about Santana. Her girlfriend isn&#8217;t quiet in the slightest, and though she&#8217;s much more open about her feelings now, it&#8217;s always a pleaser when she does little actions she knows Santana back during the Olympics would have never. Even if the kiss above her heart was something silly.</p> <p>When Santana&#8217;s lips finally touch her where Brittany needs it the most, she lets out a cry. It&#8217;s a grumble of Santana&#8217;s name, keening into their room with unnecessary force. Her thighs shake with the force of her orgasm. She&#8217;s been denied for so long now, that it really isn&#8217;t a surprise when she comes in a matter of minutes. All she&#8217;s needed since the beginning was Santana, and she definitely doesn&#8217;t disappoint now. Rolling her body to Santana&#8217;s touch, she finally allows herself to slump back against the sheets, her head lolled backwards into the pillow. Her eyes are closed, smile wide as Santana frees her from her binding. Her arms and wrists are sore, but Brittany chooses to ignore the wince of pain that stabs her when she turns to the side to cuddle into Santana. Her kisses pepper against the side of her face, tongue sloppily lashing out against Santana&#8217;s sloppy skin. &#8220;I love you too.&#8221;</p> <p>Brittany helps Santana ease out of her corset, tossing the material onto the side so that their breasts can rub, and every inch of their skin can touch together tightly. She feels Santana&#8217;s body warm against her own, the excess wax still glued and caked in between them only adding as a memory. She leans in to kiss Santana softly, gently, with their noses pressed together. &#8220;Makes me wish I was jewish,&#8221; she idly hums, closing her eyes. &#8220;So I could get 8 days of this.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39550107069http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39550107069Wed, 02 Jan 2013 23:16:15 -0800fire and ice<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/39201494315/brittypierce-the-ice-against-her-skin-is">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“I’m always wet for you.” The response is automatic and maybe that hints towards a lack of creativity on her part but it’s the truth; Brittany has utter control over her body and the way it reacts. Santana emphasizes her admission with a roll of her torso, grinding down again Brittany. A strangled moan leaves her lips at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed. “Shit-.” The muscles of her thighs clamp around Brittany because <em>fuck </em>she was not expecting to feel so sensitive. Brittany is the one writhing beneath her and yet Santana feels her own need pulse white hot through her body. “Shut up.” She surprised at the edge in her own voice. “I will  fuck you when I’m ready bitch.” It’s really an unnecessary statement, as the sensation of wax against skin shuts her up with greater effect. Brittany’s reactions are everything that Santana has hoped for. It gives her a sense of confidence that this night will progress without injury and that emboldens her every move. “Okay.” She repeats, sucking in a deep breath. “Okay.” </p> <p>Santana waits a fraction of a second after her words have died into the thudding bass around them before tilting the candle further. She lowers it closer to Brittany’s skin to increase the level of heat and allows the hot wax to drip down painting a long line between the valley of her breasts. The ice follows at once, tracing the same path as the wax, to sooth the sudden heat. She repeats the action higher up, dripping liquid wax against the rise of her collar bone. After a moment’s deliberation Santana slips the ice into her lips again and retraces the path. Her mouth dips downward following the swell of Brittany’s tips and circling her nipple a few times. She pulls back just long enough to lower the candle just above the stiff peak and drip, watching as the wax hardens. “Shit.” Santana’s exhale is shaky. She sets the candle down and thumbs over the hardening wax, using it to break the substance apart, grazing the pad of her thumb against the abused area. “Hot.” She manages around the ice cube, giggling at her ridiculous pun. The same treatment is applied to Brittany’s right breast. Ice, wax, thumb. Repeated a second time for good measure as Brittany arches into her. </p> <p>“You should see yourself baby.” Santana finally draws back when the second piece of ice melts against her tongue. “How needy you look.” She pauses, “How fucking beautiful.” She drops her lips to Brittany’s nipple, cold tongue sliding against heated skin. “I could do this all day, watching you arch for me, listen to you whimper. You are so perfect.” Santana doesn’t waste time. She shimmy’s down Brittany’s body, straddling her thigh as she picks up the candle yet again. Her wetness slides against the toned muscle of Brittany’s leg causing her to exhale in a rush. She dips the candle again, watching in fascination as the wax runs down the groove of Brittany’s hip, trickling towards her thighs. Santana sucks on a third ice cube as the one in her hand follows the scorching path. She takes her time, agonizing over her favorite bits of skin, making sure Brittany’s freckles are dotted and cooled and that ice water pools into her belly button so that every time her abs clench it trickles downwards. When Santana’s eyes reach their desired destination she hesitates. She did her research, there’s no way in hell she’d subject Brittany to anything without knowing how to properly please her (not that she’d ever tell Britt that. Fuck no), but she’s still not sure if it’s a step too far. She gives Brittany’s thigh a gentle and reassuring squeeze.</p> <p>Cold fingers slide through Brittany’s lips and she nearly chokes on the ice cube at the wetness that coats her fingers. “So wet Brittany.” She groans, sucking down the remainder of the ice cube. She parts her with two fingers and tips the candle with painstaking control until a small drop of wax falls forward against Brittany’s clit. The jerk of her hips nearly dislodges Santana from her as her leg grinds up into Santana’s aching center. “Fuck.” Is all she manages before cold lips descend upon her clit. She can barely feel taste the flavoring of the wax as her tongue coaxes gentle circles around the swollen bundle of nerves. A finger slides easily into Brittany, curling as sucks against her clit. Brittany’s walls are tight around her fingers, pulling her deeper, but instead of giving into to Brittany’s desperate pleas Santana slides her fingers out. </p> <p>“Not yet.” Her voice is low and teasing, husky from the combination of wax, heat and arousal. The candle is set aside again and Santana leans up, easing Brittany’s head from the pillow to untie the blindfold. It slips down and cold lips meet with Brittany’s briefly. “I want you to watch.” Santana moves as if to return to her position but Brittany’s leg presses up insistently against her. The move takes Santana by surprise and she falls forward, hands on either side of Brittany’s chest as she lets out a shaky breath. “Shit.” Watching Brittany’s body is all the stimulant Santana needs to build her orgasm, she can already feel the want coiling white hot in her belly and it’s nearly against her will that her body reacts, grinding down against her thigh. The lace of her underwear hits against her clit and she whimpers out rocking as her hands fist in the sheets. </p> </blockquote> <p>The sensation of the wax is still heavily new. Brittany feels the trickle of heat dote her body in small successions, finally showering attention to the freckles on her belly. It&#8217;s a silly spot, but they prove to be particularly sensitive when Santana drops the wax in perfect little dots against them. She can feel them entirely coated, arching her body into the touch as they make her whimper for something more than just wax. It&#8217;s not that she doesn&#8217;t enjoy it, but Santana&#8217;s fingers&#8212;and tongue&#8212;is working such wonders against her skin that she needs more. She needs more, and it&#8217;s a sensation that almost scares her, because <em>fuck. </em>She&#8217;s never wanted Santana more in life. &#8220;Baby&#8212;it feels, it feels so good.&#8221; Her eyes roll into the back of her skull, the darkness only acting as an annoying taunt.</p> <p>She lets out a whine of frustration when Santana pays important attention to her breasts, to the point of insanity. Her nipples are sensitive beyond belief, the scorching burn from the ice actually alternatively soothed by the hot wax and then ultimately by Santana&#8217;s lips. It&#8217;s a miracle, honestly, when Santana&#8217;s attention finally diverts to her legs. The reassuring squeeze to her leg is enough to have Brittany&#8217;s legs quaking with excitement. She&#8217;s so, so ready to be fucked and to have any form of touch where she needs it the most. And fuck, does Santana please. The wax to her clit is indescribable; it burns to the point that she&#8217;s throbbing, her fingers clinching into a tight fist as she lets out a yell. &#8220;<em>Santana!</em>&#8221; Her moan vibrates off the walls, echoing until it&#8217;s all Brittany can really hear, along with the mix of Santana&#8217;s own breathy &#8216;Britt&#8217;. She&#8217;s so sensitive that all Brittany can do is buck into Santana&#8217;s lips unbidden, canting until her body regresses and she has to lay back still. </p> <p>The pressure of the cuffs against her wrists prove to be a pain in her ass. She can&#8217;t do anything to Santana, nor prompt her forward, but it seems like Santana&#8217;s finally giving her an option. The blindfold falls off her eyes and Brittany blinks a few times to adjust to the brightness. Her heart drops into her stomach, bottom lip teetering up into the white of her teeth. &#8220;Babe, fuck. I need&#8212;&#8221; she needs Santana, but tonight it&#8217;s under her rules. Letting out a devastated whine, the torture of Santana&#8217;s wetness against her thigh releasing out a whine. Brittany&#8217;s thigh bumps up against Santana to help, her granted vision allowing for a cleaner upward press against her girlfriend&#8217;s clit. The lace rubs against her, the texture different, and Brittany wishes more than anything to feel her. &#8220;Underwear&#8212;&#8221; Brittany rambles. &#8220;Take it off, please.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39203288046http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39203288046Sun, 30 Dec 2012 00:20:24 -0800fire and ice<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/38990045579/brittypierce-all-brittany-can-offer-is-a">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“More?” It’s not really a question. Her lips are still chilled from the ice when she presses them against the corner of Brittany’s mouth in a chaste kiss. “We just started, there is plenty more to come.” There’s a second kiss, this time against the tip of Brittany’s nose. “If you think you can handle it.” And then, simply because she can, she kisses Brittany full on the lips. “I love you too.” She taps the middle of Brittany’s forehead just like she always does when she knows Brittany is tense or frowning. “You’re going to get wrinkles.” Santana bends to kiss the spot beneath the silk barrier. “So just relax baby.” She twists sideways again, this time bypassing the bucket of ice in favor of the candle burning next to it. She runs her finger around the edge of melted wax where the substance has started to cool. It’s hot against her fingers, but nothing like she expects. The wax cools too quickly against her fingertips so she dips them back into the same area, collecting as much as she can before sweeping back over to Brittany. “I’m serious Britt, you gotta relax a little for me please.”</p> <p>Brittany tries to still beneath her and Santana takes it as her cue. She lowers her wax coated fingers to Brittany’s collarbone, just beneath where her shirt might fall and drags them across the swell of her right breast. She can feel Brittany’s abs contracting beneath her thighs as she drags her fingers lower. Santana outlines the impression of her ribs before finally pulling her fingers away. Her tongue follows the path of the wax in reverse, coming to a stop at her collarbone. “You okay Britt?” Santana braces her hands on either side of Brittany, studying her face for any signs of excessive pain. But Brittany’s reaction is quite the opposite. Santana can see the sweat bead across her skin, coating her neck in the lightest sheen. She bends to drag her tongue across the underside of Brittany’s jaw, humming at the salty taste. Brittany is needy beneath her, body writhing in a way that sets Santana’s body alight.  They both need more. Santana subconsciously rocks herself down into Brittany’s the drenched fabric of her panties dragging against sweaty skin. “I want you so bad baby.” She husks low in her throat. “I need you, can you feel how much?” Her body quakes but she forces herself to but distance between their bodies. “But this isn’t about me.” </p> <p>She leans sideways and takes hold of the candle, grabbing another ice cube in her other hand. “This is about you. About making you feel everything I do on a daily basis.” With considerable effort she manages to settle herself against Brittany’s hips without causing too much friction against her own throbbing clit. “You always drive me crazy with need. I want you all the time.” She pauses and tips the candle, watching as the wax begins to accumulate at the edge. “I need you to tell me if this is too much okay?”</p> </blockquote> <p>The ice against her skin is scorching, the contrast of the water droplets hot against her skin. It cools her down considerably, but Santana&#8217;s body on top of her only manages to work Brittany up in ways that are unimaginable. Everything about the situation is hot; from the ice that burns her skin, to Santana situated and straddled on top of her. Brittany doesn&#8217;t know which way to direct her body, and the temporary blinding really does prove to be an issue. She wants to see Santana; see how beautiful she is in the mix of the light, braced on top of her, wearing nothing but her corset and panties. She needs to feel Santana in her entirety, wet and willing for Brittany and eager to be pleased. It&#8217;s a terrible fixation, a longing desperation that settles in Brittany&#8217;s abdomen, but there&#8217;s nothing she can do. She&#8217;s forced to lay back, arms above her head in a tight grip. The cuffs rattle as Brittany excessively tries to flail out of its grip. </p> <p>Santana seems to catch whim of Brittany&#8217;s intention, and settles her down with a roll and soft words. Her nose crinkles in distaste, a low rumble of a whine leaving her lips at Santana&#8217;s ministrations. &#8220;God, fuck me, please. This&#8212;you&#8212;so hot.&#8221; And maybe it&#8217;s desperate, but the situation has Brittany practically begging already. She can feel the heat from Santana&#8217;s sex practically radiating against her abdomen. &#8220;So wet for me&#8212;fuck.&#8221; Brittany&#8217;s rambling mostly, but Santana&#8217;s still playing sweet. &#8220;Santana, I&#8217;m fine, and if you don&#8217;t fucking oh&#8212;&#8221; the hot wax makes her body shiver. The initial burn isn&#8217;t bad, but the texture of it against her skin makes Brittany&#8217;s eyes roll. It&#8217;s completely unexpected, followed by Santana&#8217;s tongue as it laps the trail she&#8217;s made. Her tongue sweeps against her skin with finesse, languidly tonguing until she&#8217;s not.</p> <p>Brittany misses the touch already. Misses the feel of Santana, with the help of the wax or ice, on her skin. &#8220;Okay,&#8221; she loves that her girl is always looking out for her, regardless. &#8220;Just, okay.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39031161647http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/39031161647Fri, 28 Dec 2012 02:32:41 -0800fire and ice<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/38939183516/brittypierce-santanas-kiss-makes-brittanys">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>There’s something about having Brittany writhing beneath her that sends heat racing through Santana. This evening isn’t about control or about who tops, but she can’t help the distinct pleasure she gets from Brittany’s willing surrender. She takes her time to revel in the moment, running her hands unencumbered across Brittany’s bare torso. Heat radiates from beneath her fingertips as the stroke across smooth skin. It’s a reminder of what is to come and Santana shudders involuntarily. They’ve talked about this; or well Brittany has talked about this before. Santana isn’t sure how she feels about the idea of the potential burns, but Brittany had sounded so convinced she’d enjoy it that Santana is willing to try. Anything for Brittany. “You’re so beautiful Britt.” She murmurs taking her time to caress Brittany’s sides. Her hands mold to Brittany’s breasts, kneading gently, almost reverently. “Perfect really.” It’s nice to be able to do this; to take her time to remind Brittany of all the things she loves about her body. She lowers her mouth to Brittany’s neck, nibbling against the the space below her jawbone. “Everything about you is perfect. Your mind-” She bites down harder, sucking until a bruise blossoms against pale skin. “Your heart.” Her hand stalls against Brittany’s breast, moving up her chest to the place right above her her heart and she presses another kiss a little bit below the bruise. “Everything.” She traces her tongue from the base of Brittany’s neck all the way up to her ear. “And your body. God Brittany I fucking love your body.”</p> <p>At that Santana draws back. She swings her leg off of Brittany again and works her sweats down. “Ass up sweet heart.” Brittany complies and Santana shimmy’s her underwear down as well, tossing them haphazardly onto the floor. From her spot next to her, Santana is free to let her gaze roam across Brittany’s now naked body. Her fingers brush lightly against her legs, tracing a line from Brittany’s ankle to the apex of her thigh. She passes over where Brittany needs her most and retraces the same line downwards on her other leg. “Perfect.” She reiterates, her voice breathless. She wants to continue her lazy exploration but she has plans and unfortunately she hasn’t the time. “Tomorrow is our first Christmas together.” She remarks idly as she busies herself with the pail at her side. “The first of many.” She leans sideways and pecks Brittany’s cheek. Santana takes one of the ice cubes between her lips as she restraddles Brittany’s hips. Her fingertips trace lovingly over Brittany’s lips. She stalls for a minute, just staring, before she lowers her lips to Brittany’s neck and drags the ice cube along her earlier path. </p> <p>The corset rubs against Brittany’s torso as she settles herself further down Brittany’s body. She traces the ice cube in her lip against Brittany’s collar bone, sliding down the valley of her breasts. She takes her time to outline the curve of her left breast before circling the ice cube around Brittany’s nipple. Santana applies pressure before sliding over to her right breast and repeats the action. The ice melts rapidly against Brittany’s heated skin and by the time she trails further down there is little left. She leaves the remaining piece against Brittany’s abdomen, watching as it melts into rivulets that trace down the lines of Britt’s muscles. A second ice cube follows the first into her mouth and Santana slips further down. She paints a trail of across Brittany’s abs, sinking lower at an agonizing pace until she’s settled comfortably between her legs. Santana teases the ice against the inside of her thigh for a moment before tracing Brittany’s outer lips carefully. She can see the way the water mingles with Brittany’s tripping arousal and she gives a strangled moan around the cube. Her eyes flutter closed and though it goes against her plan she sinks the ice into Brittany’s folds. She focuses her attention on Brittany’s clit, applying the same amount of pressure as she did against her nipple. Brittany bucks below her but Santana moves her hands to her hips, keeping her steady against the bed. She slips the cube lower, circling Brittany’s entrance before sliding the ice inside of her, pushing it further inside with her tongue. Her hands slide down Brittany’s hips to her thigh and she presses her legs tightly together. </p> <p>“Don’t move baby, we’re just getting started.”</p> </blockquote> <p>All Brittany can offer is a groan. Her body&#8217;s tingling, every inch scorching with desire and the need to be touched. Only when she&#8217;s touched, it still isn&#8217;t enough. She hates this, hates that she can&#8217;t admire Santana&#8217;s body, too. Hates that she opens her eyes, or at least tries, and all she&#8217;s noted with is a dark canvas in front of her. It&#8217;s not that much of a restriction, because Brittany&#8217;s so tuned to Santana, that she can remember every nose crinkle and every feature regardless of the blinding. &#8220;Baby,&#8221; she whispers, her body crinkling upward in a fast thrust as Santana&#8217;s words reach her ears. The praise makes her shiver, love and lust mixing perfectly until Brittany has to vocalize. &#8220;I love you,&#8221; it&#8217;s dragged into a successive groan. Winded by the way her body shifts upward into Santana&#8217;s touch. <em>And fuck</em>, does this entire ordeal suck because she can practically feel Santana hovering over her with the utmost dedication.</p> <p>Her lips sear Brittany&#8217;s skin, her words sweet as they mark her. Her body lifts to accommodate Santana, shivering as her body is fully naked. Santana speaks and Brittany hears without much deliberation. She&#8217;s too choked up, strangled by the cuffs around her wrist, to really care. But she manages to note the words &#8216;Christmas&#8217; and Santana&#8217;s promising the world. Letting out a soft sigh, Brittany&#8217;s nose scrunches in wonder as Santana busies herself to the side. She can practically see her body hunched over their desk, searching for something, and Brittany figures it&#8217;s their strap on. Only, when she repositions herself against Brittany&#8217;s abdomen, there&#8217;s no silicone in between them. Instead there&#8217;s a chill to her body that almost burns, and she lets out a soft shriek before the ice truly accommodates to her heat. </p> <p>The droplets of water make goosebumps rise everywhere they fall, followed shortly by Santana&#8217;s trail. Brittany&#8217;s tone is exasperated when she speaks, letting Santana&#8217;s name fall of her lips unbidden. The restraint against her wrists makes it difficult for her to really tell Santana what she wants, but by pushing her foot down onto the bed, she can raise her pelvis upward and into Santana&#8217;s touch. What she doesn&#8217;t expect, however close the ice is deliciously pressed against to her clit, is the entrance of it so suddenly. Her body slumps downward, only catered upward by Santana&#8217;s arms as they push Brittany upward. The ice slides into her without any difficulty, and Brittany can practically feel it drench out of her as well as her arousal. &#8220;Oh my god, Santana.&#8221; She moans into the room, her eyes shut tightly as they try their best not to roll into the back of her skull. &#8220;Please,&#8221; and god does she wish she could have one hand free to tangle in Santana&#8217;s hair. &#8220;More, please.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/38943271359http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/38943271359Thu, 27 Dec 2012 03:12:32 -0800fire and ice<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/38754262343/brittypierce-brittany-makes-sure-to-put-on-a">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“Me too.” Santana concedes with a small smile. “Me too.” She moves Brittany’s arms up, pinning her wrists above her head. “I will baby.” Ssantana coos. “I plan on touching you all night.” She claims Brittany’s lips for a languid kiss, taking her time to trace the contours of her mouth. Her  body moves on it’s own accord, pressing down into Brittany, her hips rolling. She removes one hand from Brittany’s wrist and shifts the pressure of her right in order to keep her pinned down as she searches between the pillows next to them. Her fingers brush against cold metal and she hums her satisfaction into Brittany’s lips. Without breaking the kiss she brings the metal up and around, resting it next to Brittany’s wrists. She finally pulls back, shifting her hips so she is settled against Brittany’s abdomen. “I love you.” She reminds her girlfriend. Her gaze flickers from Brittany’s face to her hands and she finally lets go long enough to tighten the cuff around one of her wrists. Santana shifts them upwards and hooks the chain link around her headboard before fixing the second cuff into place. She rises up so that there is space between her legs and Brittany’s torso and helps her ease up to release some of the sudden tension the bindings had begun to exert. She doesn’t want to wear Brittany out any time soon. </p> <p>Confident that Brittany is secure Santana straights up fully above her. Her fingers go to the buttons on Sam’s shirt, teasing the top two open with a saucy grin. “Watch while you can baby.” She purrs as her hips sway to the steady beat pumping from the stereo in the corner. It’s a subtle little dance that relies solely on small movements to seduce as her fingers work down the line of buttons. She reaches the end and shrugs her shoulders, pushing the fabric back and away from the corset. She draws the shirt down slowly, letting it inch off of her shoulders and down where it pools at the floor. Her hands come up, fingers sweeping across her breasts before dipping into her cleavage. “Tonight is about you.” She recites as she pulls the silk fabric from between her breasts. “I promise to make you feel so good.”    She presses herself down and kisses along Brittany’s jawline. “Lift your head for me baby.” When Brittany complies she slides the fabric into place of her eyes, securing it with a tight knot at the back of her head. “You ready?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Santana&#8217;s kiss makes Brittany&#8217;s head spin. She feels the utmost admiration towards this woman straddled on top of her. Her body rolling to the beat of Santana&#8217;s downward roll. The gruttal moan that escapes her is surprising. Her body is pushing upward, forward; desperately demanding Santana to touch her. &#8220;I love you too.&#8221; Her tone is exasperated, surprised at Santana&#8217;s careful drawl and finally, the cuffs on her wrists. The metal is cool around her wrists, making Brittany&#8217;s spine shiver both from the new texture and the obvious intentions. &#8220;Baby&#8230;what?&#8221; She&#8217;s shut up by Santana&#8217;s lips, explaining to her about tonight. And god, if Brittany isn&#8217;t in love then she doesn&#8217;t know what else to call it. </p> <p>Her girlfriend moves with a precision that shocks Brittany. Santana&#8217;s always been a decent enough dancer, an even though this isn&#8217;t exactly dancing, it still manages to look amazing. Fingers trace up and down the corset, enticing Brittany&#8217;s pelvis to jut upward. She groans against her, desperate for touch. And she hungrily eyes Santana up, trying her best to move her hands to allow herself to touch, but restrained by the handcuffs around her wrist. Brittany&#8217;s neck falls to the side, allowing Santana more room to work against her neck. The breaths that fall from her lips are unrehearsed, falling completely unbidden as teeth scrape against the juncture. &#8220;Yeah,&#8221; she lifts her head for Santana, and her world goes dark. She&#8217;s memorized Santana&#8217;s body, and through years of being together, her touch. And even so, it still lights her body on fire and makes her push her chest forward for more.</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/38914821895http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/38914821895Wed, 26 Dec 2012 17:55:30 -0800fire and ice<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://champtana.tumblr.com/post/38708077768/brittypierce-brittanys-still-straddled-against">champtana</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Santana waits until Brittany is out of the room before getting up. Her gaze lingers against her girlfriend’s ass, easily bypassing the sweats hanging from her hips to imagine the full curve of her ass. She allows herself a tiny grin because, really, only Brittany Pierce can pull of sweats like they were a pair of skinny jeans. Slipping from the couch, she pads over to the kitchen and retrieves one of the champagne buckets from the freezer. It’s already filled with half of the night’s entertainment and Santana has to be careful not to make too much noise as she makes her way up the flight of stairs to the door of their bedroom. She sneaks a quick kiss to Brittany’s cheek. “I left Sunny with Quinn by the way. I know you get pretty peeved when I stop our sweet lady kisses for him so I made sure that wouldn’t happen. You have to go pick him up tomorrow morning though because Sam’s taking her out for Christmas.” Her hand finds the knob of the door. She tugs it open  and pushes Brittany with her shoulder into the room. </p> <p>She sets down the pail of ice on the end table and turns back to Brittany with a cheeky smile. The room is decorated in a style reminiscent of their visit to the cave by the beach with little sunflower and rose petals strewn carefully across the floor. Around the room an assortment of candles burn brightly, though their light is eclipsed by the two on either end table. “Shoes off. On the bed.” Santana waits until Brittany’s shoes and socks have been discarded and she’s situated back against the pillows before moving. At once she straddles Brittany’s hips her hands running the length of her arms until her wrists are cupped between strong fingers. Leaning down she trails open mouthed kisses against her neck. Her tongue flicks against the shell of her ear. “Do you trust me?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Brittany makes sure to put on a show, hips swaying side to side until she&#8217;s standing in front of the door. It works at once, only it&#8217;s completely unaffected because Santana&#8217;s gone and out of the way to pick up god knows what. Brittany&#8217;s head turns back to take note of Santana, who finally struts her way. &#8220;Okay,&#8221; Brittany&#8217;s cheek heats up with both love and arousal. She feels the tingles straight down to her toes, inching her way into the room as Santana instructs.</p> <p>When she&#8217;s situated against the bed, her spine tingles with the finesse Santana straddles her. It takes her breath away, as it always does. Her body acts on its own accord, rolling upwards into Santana&#8217;s touch. Blue eyes follow delicately the path that Santana&#8217;s fingers trace, grinning and offering Santana a moan when her tongue flicks against the shell of her ear. &#8220;With my life,&#8221; it&#8217;s an honest answer, devoid of their game. &#8220;Please&#8230;&#8221; Brittany&#8217;s thighs are twitching, her blue eyes bulging and practically undressing Santana. &#8220;Touch me.&#8221;</p>http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/38751131127http://brittypierce.tumblr.com/post/38751131127Mon, 24 Dec 2012 15:30:19 -0800fire and ice