Fic: Quicksand, Rated: M (Santana/Brittany) (5/7)
Title: Quicksand (5/7)
Pairing(s): Brittana, Quick, lesbros
Rating: Mature
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Santana wakes to find her head on a soft, warm, slightly moving pillow. She squints her eyes open to find that she’s completely wrapped around Brittany’s body. Santana notices the hand softly stroking through her hair and looks up to find Brittany staring down at her with a soft smile on her face.
“Hey.” Brittany whispers. It’s too early for normal voices and hers is a little strained from the night before.
“Mmm, hey yourself.” Santana smiles lazily and squeezes Brittany’s body closer. She nuzzles at Brittany’s chest for a moment, before placing a kiss between her breasts. Brittany’s breath hitches and her nipples harden. Santana looks up again, meeting dark blue.
“Yeah?” Santana makes strokes with her thumb on Brittany’s hip.
“Oh, yeah.” Brittany’s fingers sink deeper into Santana’s hair and tighten as Santana places another kiss, this time on a breast. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“Really?” Santana looks up, the corners of her lips slowly rising.
“I was replaying last night in my mind,” Brittany brings her hand to her own breast and rolls the nipple between her fingers. Their breaths hitch in sync and Brittany’s body arches slightly off the bed, “I’m throbbing, I’m so ready for you, Santana.”
“Jesus, Britt.” Santana moves her hand down between Brittany’s thighs and feels how ready she is.
“I want your mouth, ‘Tana,” Brittany gasps out, her hips rolling from the contact of Santana’s fingers. Brittany softly pushes Santana’s head away from her breast. “Your mouth, I want it on me.”
Santana doesn’t need to be told twice, but hearing Brittany’s words repeated in such a yearning tone will always be a sound she wants to hear. She starts kissing her way down Brittany’s body, enjoying the sighs and whimpers she pulls out of Brittany as she goes. Santana presses a kiss onto Brittany’s inner thigh, right next to where she wants to be, where Brittany wants her. She repeats the motion on Brittany’s other thigh, this time drawing a little heart with her tongue afterwards.
“Please,” Brittany demands and rolls her hips forward, trying to get Santana’s mouth where she wants it.
Santana looks up at Brittany, the sight instantly burning into her memories. Brittany’s got one hand thrown behind her, gripping the headboard. The other hand is by her mouth, her teeth biting down on a knuckle. Brittany’s head is digging backwards into the pillow, her hair splayed haphazardly in every direction. The early morning rays of sun peeping through Santana’s window bounce off of the faint sheen of sweat that’s covering Brittany’s skin, and Santana could swear that Brittany’s glowing.
“Baby,” Brittany whimpers and rolls her head to see why it’s taking so long. Santana’s body shudders at the look in Brittany’s eyes.
Santana places a kiss where her fingers have been teasing, but pulls away again. There are no words on Brittany’s whimper this time, just a high-pitched almost whine. Santana reaches forward and grabs the pillow on the bed next to Brittany’s stomach.
“Lift?” Santana lightly taps Brittany’s ass with her hand. Brittany’s eyes are shut, but she lifts immediately, ready to give Santana anything if it means Santana will put her mouth back to where she wants it most. Santana places the pillow beneath Brittany’s hips, her legs naturally falling open at a wider angle.
Santana begins in earnest, licking, kissing and stroking in all the right places. It’s like she can’t get enough, before she knows it Brittany is calling out her name and breaking down around her. She helps ease Brittany down with her mouth, but Brittany starts pulling her hair. It’s a soft tug, but demanding. Santana’s a little sad that she didn’t get to watch it all unfold, and that she didn’t get to spend more time with her new favorite taste, but she’s not worried. There’s more than enough time for them and they’ll definitely be doing this again.
Santana slides up Brittany’s body and kisses her. Santana’s tongue mimics her fingers, entering Brittany and curling.
“Fuck yes,” Brittany moves her hand down and enters Santana with her fingers. “You’re not the only one who gets to have all the fun.”
Santana wasn’t aware of how ready she was, there’s no way she’s lasting long, not with Brittany’s talented fingers. Santana wants to get Brittany off again first, though, and it almost seems like a competition of who could bring the other to orgasm first. Their legs intertwine, their breasts collide with their panting breaths, Santana can tell that Brittany’s about to go ‘cause she’s biting her lip in the way she did last night, the times Santana was able to watch. They’re forehead to forehead with their eyes open and apparently Santana has a tell as well, because Brittany raises an eyebrow and gives a little smirk before Santana’s body betrays her.
Santana gets her senses back and notices Brittany still riding her fingers, little grunts of frustration escaping her mouth. Santana leans forward with a smile and kisses Brittany, then uses her thumb to rub Brittany’s clit in just the right way and yeah, Santana definitely wants to get used to this.
-x-
“Can I keep you?” Santana whispers into Brittany’s ear when she feels her waking up from her impromptu nap. Brittany gives a long stretch of her limbs and rolls over, smiling, to look Santana in the eye.
“I’m yours.” Brittany kisses her and they keep it light, content to just be in each other’s arms.
“We should probably get out of bed sometime today.” Santana crawls on top of Brittany, rests her arms on the chest beneath her, and looks down at Brittany’s smiling face.
“But I wanna stay like this,” Brittany loosely wraps her arms around the small of Santana’s back.
“I mean, who wouldn’t?” Santana raises herself up and wiggles a little bit.
“Oh, you’re full of yourself now, huh?” Brittany laughs and playfully swats at Santana’s arm.
“Hey, I know I’m hot,” Santana shrugs and lowers herself back down to give another kiss.
“You’re sriracha, baby,” Brittany whispers between kisses.
“Damn right I am.”
“Santana! It’s Quinn, she’s been - HOLY FUCK! Sorry! Sorry!” A male voice suddenly bursts into their world.
“What’s this about Quinn?” Santana gets off of Brittany and looks at Mike who is covering his eyes and muttering sorry over and over again. Santana looks over to Brittany who’s sitting up, but doesn’t seem concerned by the sudden appearance, “Mikey, it’s okay. You’ve seen my tits before.”
“But not with other tits, doing stuff.” Mike feels for the wall and turns towards it, his eyes still covered by his hand.
“Mikey.” Santana half giggles half coos. How her best friend remained this adorable after all of these years is beyond her, but she loves it. She crawls out of her bed and goes to her chest of drawers where she pulls out a pair of underwear. Santana puts on the black and yellow Batman short boxer briefs and looks for a t-shirt.
“Those are cute.” Brittany giggles as she walks up behind Santana. She pulls on the elastic waistband, “Mind if I borrow a pair?”
“I mean, they might be tight, but sure.” Santana shrugs and reopens the underwear drawer.
“You calling me fat?”
“I’m sayin’ I love your ass.” Santana smirks and looks over to Mike who’s still staring at the wall, “You can tell us about Quinn and stare at the wall at the same time, Mikey.”
“No, I’ll let you dress first. If I talk I might forget and open my eyes.”
“You’re cute.” Brittany laughs as she pulls up her red and green Robin underwear.
Santana turns around and raises her eyebrow at Brittany’s selection. She smirks and gives Brittany a quick kiss. Santana hands Brittany a faded grey vintage Yamaha t-shirt before slipping into her own black Sector 9 tee.
“Mikey, we’ve got clothes on now, you pussy.”
“Quinn’s been taken and Puck’s gone off after her.” Mike turns around and looks Santana in the eye.
“Taken?” Brittany squeaks.
“The Twelve?” Santana steps towards Mike.
“They want to teach him a lesson.”
“Lesson?” Brittany repeats, looking from Santana to Mike and back.
“And he goes running off half cocked without a fucking plan ‘cause he’s a fucking idiot like that.”
“Essentially.” Mike smiles ruefully.
“Where they at?” Santana picks up a pair of her jeans off the floor and puts them on. She turns to a bewildered looking Brittany and points to her closet, “You’re too tall for my jeans, but I’ve got some of Puck’s old boardshorts hanging in there.”
“Headquarters.”
“Fuck, I hate Anaheim.” Santana runs a hand through her messy and tangled hair, “Where are Brittany’s clothes by the way?”
“Dad likes Disneyland,” Mike shrugs. “Puck was going to drop off all your stuff, but he and Quinn kinda got into a huge fight after you left.”
“A fight, about what?” Brittany emerges from the closet wearing the most obscenely neon green shorts that should cause blindness just from their appearance. Santana had forgotten about those, she’d hidden them in the back of her closet for a reason. Figures.
“It got confusing really fast, but Puck freaked out ‘cause he thought Quinn was implying that they should move in together or something.”
“So Quinn went home alone-“
“In Puck’s truck.” Mike nods.
“Which gave The Dragon’s the perfect opportunity.” Santana rolls her eyes.
“Yup. He went over to her place first thing this morning to apologize and she was missing, with a note addressed to him on the front door.” Mikey shrugs, “I only know ‘cause he called me asking if I had any part in it.”
“Aww, Mikey, you know he didn’t mean it like that.” Santana gives Mike a hug, “He’s just all Hulk-Puck right now, not thinking properly ‘n shit.”
“They’ve been really mad at him lately, ‘Tana.”
“Hey, we’ll figure this out. I’m sure a deal can be made or something.” Santana straightens out Mike’s vest, “We’ll get them back.”
“I’m going with you.” Brittany says from behind them.
“What? You don’t even-“ Santana turns around and is immediately cut off.
“It doesn’t matter. Quinn has been taken by some form of gang, I’m assuming, and you and Mikey are about to go after her and Puck. You need people on your side, and I’m people.”
“Britt.”
“I meant it when I said I’m yours, but you’re also mine now, Santana.” Brittany steps to Santana, “No one messes with what’s mine and gets away with it.”
“Normally I’d bitch about being a possession, but that was really kind of hot.”
“Not now, Santana.” Mike sighs.
“I know, bro.” Santana laughs and shakes her head. Brittany winks at her.
“It’s probably safer for Britt to be with us.” Mike shrugs, “If they went after one of your best friends…”
“You’re right,” Santana turns to Britt. “Okay, you’re coming with us, if you’re sure about this.”
“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”
-x-
They drive in through the back entrance, down the long driveway that rounds the tennis court. Santana knows that Mike has always hated his dad’s house in Anaheim Hills, but it’s always difficult for her to not be impressed by the blatant expression of excess wealth that surrounds her. They enter through the huge wooden doors with iron bolts that Santana knows, first hand, aren’t there purely for aesthetics. A rival gang had grown frustrated at their best racers consistently losing to Santana and decided to try and force The Dragons into something more to their liking. Santana had been busy improperly using the billiard table with a friend when alarms started blaring, metal shutters slammed down over the windows and four of The Dragons security force ran through the room with automatic rifles. From that day on, the house never looked the same to Santana. It was still breathtakingly beautiful, but it felt like walking into a fortress designed to protect against battle rather than a place to relax.
“This place is beautiful,” Brittany whispers into Santana’s ear. Santana nods and grips Brittany’s hand tighter, pulling the girl closer. The sand colored limestone walkway and matching granite walls that surrounded them were welcoming, a visual illusion to give visitors a sense that they were safe. Santana knew how safe the walls were, but only for those whom The Dragons welcomed.
“The most deadly things are.” Mike leads them down the path to the true entrance of the house. He pauses at the door, “The cellar?”
“Puck, in the same room with your dad’s precious wine collection?” Santana shakes her head.
“Good point.”
“What’s in that direction?” Brittany points to a white wooden gate that is ajar.
“Pool.” Mike sighs
“Pool.” Santana rolls her eyes and follows, pulling Brittany with her.
They walk through the gate and around the corner and are met with a lagoon-like pool and spa area that look like they belong at a hotel, especially with the cabanas set up in various spots around the pool. They see Puck gesturing angrily at two men at the cabana the furthest away from the house and head over.
“Puckerman, you honestly thought that we’d just let you walk away?” Matt Rutherford straightens the collar on the orange silk dress shirt beneath his Dragon’s leather jacket. His smile hardens, “The Dragons would be losing such a useful pack mule. A consistent little bitch is hard to find.”
“I’ll show you who the bitch is, Rutherford.” Puck flexes his jaw and fists.
“Puck, no.” Santana says quietly, walking up to the men. She sees the back of Quinn’s head or what she assumes is the back of Quinn’s head. The long blonde hair has been cut off at a jagged angle, as if they’d put it in a ponytail and cut through it with a sword. She’s tied to a chair on the lawn behind the men, overlooking the valley below.
“Slopes, we’ve been waiting for your fine ass,” Rutherford looks her up and down and she can feel the bile rising in her throat.
“That’s quite enough, Matthew.” The older gentleman in the white linen suit and red silk shirt standing next to Rutherford steps forward, “So glad you could make it, Miss Lopez. Michael, what a surprise.”
“Yes, father, I know you’re quite shocked that I would be here when my friends are in trouble.” Mike stands next to Brittany, making sure to keep an eye on the area behind them just in case.
“You are still my son, Michael. Even if you’re no longer with The Dragons, I still deserve a little respect.” Mike’s father turns, his eyes briefly catching on Brittany before settling on Santana, “I see you brought a friend to our little - business meeting.”
“She’s none of your concern.” Santana nods, “If you’re going to snatch up the people that mean the most to me, you might as well do it in one go, Elder.”
“Damn, Slopes, I missed seeing your balls.” Rutherford laughs.
“Slopes?” Brittany turns to Mike; her whisper that was meant to be quiet explodes in the silence that had surrounded them.
“Girly doesn’t know about the great and undefeated Slopes?” Rutherford claps his hands together.
“Undefeated?”
“Not now, Britt.” Santana shakes her head.
“Aww, baby girl doesn’t know that you used to race motorcycles illegally for money, Slopes?” Rutherford smirks, there’s a hard glint to his eyes. He looks up at Brittany, “She got her nickname from racing Mulholland, in the rain, at two in the morning, and being the only one to finish.”
“Beat the time record too.” Pucks nods with pride.
“Puck, not helping.” Santana shakes her head.
“I thought you couldn’t drive.” Brittany furrows her brow.
“Oh, she can’t now that she’s gone soft. Isn’t that right, Slopes?” Rutherford sneers and Santana wishes she let Puck hit him when he had the chance.
“That’s enough, Matthew.” The Elder says softly, and everyone stands up a little bit straighter, “Why don’t you go check in with our other divisions.”
“But -“
“Now, Matthew.” The Elder brushes some imaginary lint off his jacket, ignoring Rutherford as he huffs and walks away, “I am sorry for that, Santana. He’s an excellent, and loyal, pit-bull, but not the brightest.”
Puck snorts and Santana grabs his harm, stalling him from making whatever comment he was about to make.
“It’s fine, Elder,” Santana bows her head in respect. She doesn’t want to push her luck, not with everyone who’s so important to her within The Dragons grasp.
“We both know that it is not,” The Elder raises Santana’s head with his fingers, making her look him in the eyes. “He still does not understand how letting you go was beneficial to everyone. Despite what you and Michael might think, I consider you family. Actual family, not this business I run. I knew that the best thing for you would be to leave us after your accident; you never would’ve healed the way you have. However, I also knew that in letting you go, there’d be more money to be made. I hate to make it sound like a business transaction, Santana. But there’s little profit to be had when everyone knows who is going to win.”
“She was that good?” Brittany tries to whisper in Mike’s ear, but everyone hears it again.
“Your friend is adorable,” The Elder laughs and winks at Santana who is blushing. “Undefeated, my dear. It was wonderful for recruitment, I must say, but horrible for the financials.”
“Please.” Santana rolls her eyes.
“Okay, not horrible,” The Elder smirks. “But letting you leave without any consequence befalling you, well, that was easy enough to orchestrate with The Twelve.” He walks in front of Puck, “Noah, on the other hand.”
“You’d be losing a valuable asset and would take a substantial loss.”
“I see William has been teaching you a few things about business,” The Elder nods.
“He also taught me that a deal can always be found.” Santana tilts her head and puts her hands on her hips, “So let’s stop scaring the crap out of my girlfriends and let us know what must be done.”
“You aren’t going to like it, Santana.”
“Yeah, that was a given.” Santana shakes her head. She feels Brittany slip her hand into hers and she squeezes.
“The Twelve have decided on three options: Puck stays on for ten more years, long enough to continue being a much needed asset to The Dragons and to train the new recruits.”
“Ten years? That’s ridiculous!” Puck throws his arms up in the air. Santana silences him with a look.
“You may get your time reduced in half if Michael decides to stay on with you, working for those remaining five years.”
“I’ll do it.” Mike steps forward, but Santana grabs his arm.
“Mikey, no. There’s three options, let’s hear everything first.” She squeezes his arm and nods at The Elder.
“The final option is a race,” The Elder pauses as he sees the people before him relax. “Not a street race, my children. No, that would be far too easy, wouldn’t it?” He lets out a rueful laugh, “No, this would be a cross country race, dirtbikes.” The edge of his lip rising in distaste, “If your team finishes first, Puck is released immediately with no consequences. Your little group of friends is safe from The Dragons interfering in the future.”
“And if the team doesn’t finish first?” Mike questions.
“Then the team is property of The Dragons for the entire ten year duration.” The Elder shrugs, “Oh, and Santana? The Twelve demanded that, if you chose this option, you must be on the team.”
“But we’ve never even been on dirtbikes before!” Santana starts pacing. She thought there’d be at least one viable option, the Dragons had been so understanding after she crashed her bike. She hoped that there’d be something that didn’t seem like her friends would have to sell their souls.
“Those are your choices, Santana. Choose wisely.” The Elder signaled to the two men standing on the sides of Quinn’s chair, “You don’t need to decide right this moment, but you must do it soon. I cannot distract The Twelve on this subject; I used the last of my favors to allow Michael to pursue his dreams. It’s why this little…situation arose. They felt I was growing soft and acted behind my back.”
“Quinn.” Puck wraps his arms around her, “I’m so sorry. I love you, I’m so, so sorry they did this to you.” He kisses the crown of her head.
If The Twelve were willing to snatch up Santana’s loved ones to keep Puck in line, how tight would their grasp be for the following ten years? He’s always been a bit of a hot head, letting emotions of the moment control his mouth, and will they start punishing him now? Santana wasn’t willing to let Mike get back in, who knows what they’d come up with at the end of his time to keep him in their clutches for longer. No, it seemed like there were no options, it was now or never and they had to take advantage of this opportunity that was given to them.
“How many to a team?”
“Tana, you can’t,” Puck tried, but was cut off with a look.
“We can talk about this later.”
“Four to a team, same stakes apply to everyone.” The Elder had his back to them, overlooking the valley below, “The Twelve will decide where the race will take place, once you’ve made your decision.” He turned to look at them, “I’ll keep it local, so you can at least practice on similar terrain, that’s about as much sway as I can pull on this. Do not enter into this lightly; Rutherford and his crew have been playing in the mud since they were little wolves pretending to be lambs. The Twelve will surely choose a squad recommended by him.”
“Noted.” Santana nods.
“Do give the year options a thought, Santana.” The Elder picks Santana’s hand up in one of his and covers it with the other, “The race will be nearly impossible for you.”
“Nothing’s impossible.” Brittany’s voice fills their ears again. The Elder looks up amused.
“She’s truly a unique creature, isn’t she?” He winks at Santana, “I do think, if this all works out, you should see about getting her to stick around you lot.”
The Elder steps back and nods at the group. “I do hope you put those arrogant fools in their place, Santana. Though, I am sorry it has come to something like this.” The Elder sighs then turns and leaves them there to decide their fate.
“Tana, it’s just ten years,” Puck’s still holding onto Quinn, like he’ll never let her go again. “I can deal with that.”
“Ten years too long,” Santana moves her gaze from Puck to Mike. “No, the five years is not an option, Mikey.”
“Tana, you can’t even ride a motorcycle without freaking out.” Mike shakes his head, “How can you expect to win a race?”
“Is it true?” Brittany’s voice pulls everyone’s attention, “Is it true what they said? That you’re that good on a bike?”
“Yeah, I was.”
“Mullholand, at night, in the rain?”
“Yeah? What about it?” Santana scrunches her brow.
“What about you two?” Brittany looks to Puck and Mike, “How well do you two place?”
“We usually win, not as consistently as ‘Tana though,” Mike shrugs.
“Yeah, we don’t have the same death wish as she did back then,” Puck chuckles and shakes his head.
“And this Rutherford, how’s he rate?”
“Britt, what are you?” Santana tilts her head.
“Not as good as us, certainly not as consistent in the win column, Puck and I can usually beat him easily in a drag.”
“But street is different than dirt, Brittany.” Puck loosens his hold on Quinn so she can turn in his arms.
“Doesn’t matter,” Brittany shakes her head. She had a determined look on her features and Santana wasn’t quite sure that she liked it. Brittany turned to Santana, “You should race, you’ll win.”
“Uhm, Britt?”
“I don’t want to talk about it here,” Brittany looks behind her at the mansion, and then turns back to Santana. She steps closer, “Just trust me on this.” Brittany turns to everyone else, looking each person in the eye, “Trust me, please.”
-x-
“Well, this was certainly one way of getting you to come up here.” Brittany laughs as she pushes her Honda XR100 to the center of a large dirt field with Santana next to her, carrying a large duffle and a basket.
“I would’ve come on my own.”
“I know, but now I get the chance to teach you something I love.” Brittany shrugs and kicks down the kickstand on the dirtbike, “Go ahead and drop the bag here. There’s protective gear inside, start putting it on.”
“Britt, I don’t know if this’ll work.”
“It will and if it doesn’t, we’ll have a nice little picnic and figure something else out.” Brittany steps forward and presses a reassuring kiss on Santana’s lips, “But it will work.”
“How can you be so sure?” Santana leans her forehead against Brittany’s with her eyes closed.
“Because I’ve helped someone get over their fear of riding, in the past.” Brittany catches some of Santana’s hair in her fingers and traces it behind Santana’s ear. “I had to teach myself, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Brittany kisses Santana again and pulls away, “Hurry up and get your pads on, I can’t wait to get you all dirty.”
“B, I’m always dirty.” Santana smirks.
“Just you wait.” Brittany winks and laughs.
Santana feels like she’s about to go play paintball with Puck, with all this gear on her. When she raced she barely had any protection at all, just her leather jacket, boots, gloves and helmet, but all this stuff that Brittany has made her put on seems a little bit ridiculous. She’d feel a bit self conscious if Brittany wasn’t there with her, wearing similar gear of her own.
“You don’t actually need all this stuff to ride, but I want you to feel safe and it really helps.” Brittany gives Santana a surprising and strong push, knocking Santana over.
“The Hell, Britt?” Santana stands up immediately and throws her arms out.
“Did it hurt?”
“What?” Santana gets out before she’s being knocked over again.
“Does it hurt?” Brittany stands over Santana and offers her hand. Santana sits there for a moment, maintaining her rage and then it clicks in her head what Brittany was doing.
“The ground’s softer.”
“A lot softer than pavement, duh.” Brittany rolls her eyes while she helps Santana stand up.
“The padding’s uncomfortable to land on, but I can see how it spreads out the impact.” Santana looks behind her and down to her ass, “Never thought that ass protectors did anything.”
“Well, they do, besides hiding that delicious tush of yours.” Brittany pouts.
“Don’t worry babe, I’m already thinking of that hot tub on your porch.” Santana winks. Brittany knocks her over again.
“You need to focus and not distract me! We can have sex anytime or anywhere Santana,” Brittany puts her hands on her hips and looks at Santana sternly, “This is important. It’ll be a whole lot easier for you to deal with your fears now, before your friends get here, than afterwards and I’m having to teach everyone.”
“Sorry Britt.” Santana stands up, “I’m focused, I promise.”
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just worried about you, Santana.”
“I’m good, Britt.”
“Okay, but if this gets to be too much for you, I want you to promise me that you’ll stop.” Brittany chews her lip.
“You got it, babe. I promise I’ll tell you if it gets too much for me to handle.” Santana moves her hand to Brittany’s face and uses her thumb to stop Brittany from biting her lip. “So, how we going to do this?”
“You know how, a couple weeks ago, we surfed that wave together?” Brittany walks over to the nearly empty duffle bag and pulls out their helmets.
“Yeah?”
“Well, we’re gonna ride this baby bike together and we’ll crash it, together.” Brittany nods and hands Santana a cyan white and black helmet and goggles.
“Uhm, Britt, I practically start shaking at the thought of riding anywhere on a bike nowadays.”
“Then close your eyes.” Brittany shrugs.
“How is that going to help anything?”
“Well, you can pretend that you’re, like, riding a mechanical bull or something.” Brittany puts on her purple and black helmet, “Listen, this worked for me when I was too scared to get on a bike again, okay?”
“What happened?”
“You couldn’t have asked that before I got my helmet on?” Brittany shakes her head.
“It wasn’t in the conversation then. I don’t read minds, babe. No matter how well I know your body.” Santana winks.
“That was bad,” Brittany shakes her head. She sighs and takes off her helmet, shaking out her hair to get it into some sort of order. “If we’re going to talk about this, we might as well hydrate at the same time. Riding takes a lot out of you.”
Santana helps Brittany lay out the red and black plaid blanket that was packed in the basket. They sit down on it and break out their canteens. Brittany looks off into the distance and starts telling Santana about her first boyfriend, a boy named Finn. How they thought they were in love, like destined to be together for eternity type of love. They were teenagers, what did they know.
“We met at one of my motocross events. He was in the guys division, racing on a Kawasaki that was probably too big for him to be riding on, but he could handle it. I’d just won my event and was headed towards my pit area, the back of my dad’s pickup. He was heading out and accidentally ran into me. Like, totally knocked me over. Most of the guys at these events are entitled little pricks. Fearless and usually allowed to get away with anything they want, I’d gotten used to them yelling at me or mocking me relentlessly and I didn’t expect anything different from Finn when he ran into me. Except he didn’t, he was sweet and apologetic and so nice that he missed his heat from helped me limp back to my truck. We hit it off from there, sharing a love of each other and our sport and stuff.
“The thing was, being the four-time Champion of the Mid Ohio Valley Hare Scramble Cross Country Series of our divisions, (well, he was only two-time Champion, but we never talked about that) became really reckless, thinking that we were invincible on their bikes. In our free time we were always out free-riding, looking for anything that’d be a challenge for us. There wasn’t anything we couldn’t tackle, it might’ve taken us all day, but we’d eventually conquer the obstacle and then some.
“We...started messing around on our bikes. We’d been messing around on Finn’s bike for ages; he was taller than me and it was such an advantage for riding him while he was sitting on his bike. Sometimes he’d keep the bike on, you know, revving the engine, using the vibrations to help get me off.” Brittany pauses and plays with the top of her water bottle, staring at it, but Santana could tell that Brittany wasn’t actually looking at it. Santana lays her hand on Brittany’s back and moves it in circles, eventually Brittany continues, “This one time, though, he accidentally let go of the throttle and the bike gave this jerk, which really got me going. It’s such a stupid thing to do, looking back on it now, but we thought we were invincible and it felt so good. So, I started riding Finn while he was riding the bike. Sure it got a little dirty, well a lot dirty, but the sex was delicious.
“Except, Finn got a bit too distracted just one time and drove us full speed into a tree.” Brittany turns to Santana, “We ended up in the hospital. It’s how I got my eyebrow scar. He’s a paraplegic now.”
“Shit.”
“We tried to make it work, you know, our relationship?” Brittany shakes her head, “But it was hard for him, I was a constant reminder of everything he thought he lost and I felt guilty that I could walk when it was just as much my fault that we were on that bike, you know?”
“Fuck, Britt, and I’ve been freaking out over breaking my arm, essentially.” Santana pulls Brittany into a hug.
“But you, like, died.” Brittany twists and turns around, “That’s huge, Santana.”
“I see Quinn’s been spilling my secrets?”
“Not all of them, I promise.” Brittany nods, “She would just, occasionally bring up this patient that she was working with and how much they had to fight through. I kinda put the pieces together after meeting you.”
“It’s cool, Britt.” Santana kisses Brittany on the nose, “You ever hear from him, Finn?”
“Yeah, we’re still friends. I kinda forced him to join me in getting over our fear of riding dirtbikes, you know, ‘cause we missed it so much.” Brittany turns around and lays herself into Santana’s embrace, “I found out that they make modified bikes that would let Finn ride again and I got him one for Christmas.”
“Wow, that’s awesome.”
“Well, I thought so, but he just yelled at me.” Brittany shrugs, “There was a lot of yelling and frustration, but we just turned our fear and pain into something useful, something we could conquer by climbing onto those bikes again and just riding.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you just gotta convince yourself that you’re bigger than your fear of falling or crashing or whatever and then, like, force yourself to battle it.” Brittany tilts her head to the side so she can look at Santana, “Nothing’s impossible, San.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Santana kisses Brittany.
“I think you’re pretty amazing too,” Brittany smiles.
-x-
Brittany hadn’t been kidding about riding in dirt being a rougher ride. Santana’s pretty sure that the constant battle against her fear only took more out of her. Brittany was amazing though, took things slow and easy. She’d slow down when she felt that Santana was breathing too fast, in danger of hyperventilating. Santana might’ve forgotten her promise to not push herself too much, but Brittany seemed to know when things were getting too intense and would back off, saying that they needed a break or a snack.
They started simply, with Santana behind Brittany on the bike, holding on for dear life with her eyes closed. Brittany would just slowly ease out the clutch and they’d mosey along, slowly picking up pace the longer they stayed on the bike. It wasn’t too long before Santana was able to open her eyes for the slow ride. Brittany rewarded Santana with a nice long makeout session, on the blanket, because Brittany’s never taking those sort of risks again.
Then, they practiced falling, which was actually more difficult than riding the bike was for Santana. Just the simple act of standing on the bike and falling over with it almost sent her into a panic attack, but Brittany was right there, telling Santana to breathe and to focus and ‘hey, is that a unicorn?’ Santana’s pretty sure, if she had her wits about her, that she wouldn’t have actually expected to see a unicorn when she looked to where Brittany was pointing, but it certainly worked.
“Your fear is just as real as that unicorn, Santana.” Brittany had said before giving her a strong hug.
Santana realized that Brittany was right. Which was, well, Santana would’ve rather been having to round up unicorns than fighting fears, but realizing that both were only in her mind certainly helped her get back on that bike and try again. By the time they called it a day, Santana was able to ride, for brief moments, all by herself. It really helped that Brittany had her on a beginner bike, lighter, smaller and less powerful; it reminded Santana of when Puck first taught her how to ride.
She was really fucking sore and tired though, and this hot tub was like heaven.
“You did really well today, San.” Brittany massages Santana’s shoulders.
“So tired, babe.” Santana leans back and rests her head on Brittany’s shoulder, “So tired.”
“Aww, well you worked really hard and riding in the dirt takes more energy than street.” Brittany moves her hands down Santana’s sides, massaging her back muscles as she goes.
“Mmm, feels good.” Santana traces the shape of Brittany’s neck with her nose. She purrs as Brittany lowers her hands even further. Santana places a kiss on Brittany’s neck
“You deserve a little relaxation.” Brittany slowly moves her hands to Santana’s front. One hand moves up to Santana’s breast, the other moving down below Santana’s bellybutton tracing little circles along the way.
“Bay,” Santana’s breath hitches as she feels Brittany softly roll her nipple. Her hips rock forward, trying to get Brittany’s other hand where she wants it most, “bee.”
Brittany obliges, moving her hand lower, teasing Santana’s folds. Santana whimpers.
“I’m so proud of you, Santana.” Brittany lowers her head and kisses the spot behind Santana’s ear. Brittany kisses that spot again while tweaking a nipple as she enters Santana with her other hand. Brittany thrusts slowly, building Santana up with slow waves of pleasure. “You were so fucking hot in my gear, baby. I almost mounted you that first time I pushed you down today.”
Santana jerks her hips forward, urging Brittany to pick up her pace.
“You looked so fucking delicious all splayed out on the ground like that, with just the faintest sliver of your midsection peeking through all the gear.” Brittany bites Santana’s earlobe and starts languidly rubbing circles with her thumb on Santana’s clit. She drags her nails down Santana’s abdomen, “I wanted to rip them all off and have my way with you, Santana.”
“Fuck, Britt.” Santana gasps out.
“Then you mentioned this hot tub we’re in right now,” Brittany slowly starts to pick up speed. “I almost lost all my control.” Brittany moves her hand back up to Santana’s other breast and massages. “Then on that blanket, when we were making out? Fuck, baby. I wanted to taste you so bad.” Brittany starts thrusting harder and faster, “But I knew if I started, I wouldn’t want to stop and we’d be out there all day with sunburns in really awkward places. It was so hard,” Brittany nips at Santana’s earlobe again, “to be riding that motorcycle when I’d rather be riding you.”
“Brit, Jesus, fuck, I’m gonna -,” Santana pulls Brittany’s head down into a scorching kiss just before she loses all control and her body crests and breaks. Brittany brings her down slowly.
Santana gives her a sloppy exhaustion drunk kiss and mumbles, “Love you,” before passing out.
Brittany’s not going to hold Santana to anything she said in a post-orgasmic pre-passing out bliss, even if it was her first time saying something like that. She’s just going to dry Santana off and carry her up to bed. It’s not like Brittany didn’t already know, anyway.
-x-
“Mama! Papi! Noooo!” Santana hears herself screaming.
“Santana, baby, it’s okay. Everything’s okay, you’re just dreaming. Come on now, wake up, it’s okay. You’re safe.” Brittany is murmuring in her ear over and over again as she rocks Santana back and forth. Brittany’s embrace is strong and it takes Santana a while before she gets her bearings, even longer to realize that she’s not waking up and flailing about for the first time she can remember. There are tears running down her face, she’s shaking, and she can remember her nightmare just as if she were still in it, but she’s not uselessly trying to run towards danger.
“I’m awake, Britt.” Santana nudges her head into Brittany’s.
“Oh, Santana, I was so scared.” Brittany turns her head and places a kiss on Santana’s forehead, “You were screaming so loud, sounding so broken. I didn’t know what to do.”
“It happens sometimes, especially when I’m exhausted.” Santana snuggles into Brittany’s embrace, soaking up as much comfort and warmth as she could to thaw the chill that has taken over her insides, “I get some pretty gnarly nightmares.”
“Obviously,” Brittany strokes Santana’s sweat dampened hair out of her face. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I couldn’t save them.” Santana’s breath hitches and she bites her lip.
“Who?” Brittany scoots herself backwards and leans against the headboard, she pulls Santana up between her legs so that Santana’s back is resting against her chest. Brittany wraps her arms snugly around Santana who only seems to try and burrow deeper into the embrace.
“Ma and Papi,” Santana starts playing with Brittany’s fingers. “I, uh, there was this surf competition my junior year, it was really big. My high school surf team won the right to compete and it was down at Trestles.”
“Trestles?”
“Oh, yeah sorry, it’s this surf spot in San Clemente.” Santana turns around a little bit and leans against Brittany while looking up at her, “We had a celebration dinner after the competition ‘cause we got second place. Puck and I were waiting outside while Mama and Papi went to go get the car from the lot across the street.” Santana stiffens and sniffles, Brittany pulls her closer. “They, uh…they were driving across PCH, you know, to,” Santana pauses and tries to control her tears, “to get to us and…and this drunk driver comes from out of nowhere and T-bones them into a car coming from the other direction.”
“Oh, San, honey.” Brittany rests her cheek on Santana’s head, trying to give as much comfort as she can.
“I tried to run to them, but Puck held me back. I tried to save them, I did.” Santana cries.
“Oh, honey, I’m sure there was nothing you could physically do.”
“Papi died on impact. The…,” Santana sniffles as she sits up to look Brittany in the eye, “the C.H.P. officer said that he probably didn’t feel a thing. I still don’t know if that makes me feel better and it’s been eight years.”
“And your Ma?” Brittany stroked Santana’s hair, “What happened with her?”
“They had to - their car got so twisted around and bent out of shape, they had to use the Jaws of Life to get to them and, maybe if they’d gotten there sooner, or if I could’ve got Ma out somehow -,” Santana plays with her own fingers.
“Santana, listen to me, I deal with car wrecks professionally. I know how tricky they can be, okay? There’s a lot of planning that goes into one of our car stunts, but we can never fully plan for them.” Brittany lifts Santana’s chin and looks Santana in the eye, “If they needed to use the Jaws of Life to get your parents out, there’s nothing you would’ve been able to do. Nothing.”
“But she was just sitting there; bleeding while she was waiting for the paramedics to show and it was too long.” Santana buries her head in Brittany’s chest and cries, “The blood loss was too much and she died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.”
“Oh, Santana.” Brittany pulls Santana even closer and strokes the crying girls hair, “Just cry it out honey, it’s okay. Just get it all out; I’m here for you. Let it all out, love.”
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Pairing(s): Brittana, Quick, lesbros
Rating: Mature
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Santana wakes to find her head on a soft, warm, slightly moving pillow. She squints her eyes open to find that she’s completely wrapped around Brittany’s body. Santana notices the hand softly stroking through her hair and looks up to find Brittany staring down at her with a soft smile on her face.
“Hey.” Brittany whispers. It’s too early for normal voices and hers is a little strained from the night before.
“Mmm, hey yourself.” Santana smiles lazily and squeezes Brittany’s body closer. She nuzzles at Brittany’s chest for a moment, before placing a kiss between her breasts. Brittany’s breath hitches and her nipples harden. Santana looks up again, meeting dark blue.
“Yeah?” Santana makes strokes with her thumb on Brittany’s hip.
“Oh, yeah.” Brittany’s fingers sink deeper into Santana’s hair and tighten as Santana places another kiss, this time on a breast. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“Really?” Santana looks up, the corners of her lips slowly rising.
“I was replaying last night in my mind,” Brittany brings her hand to her own breast and rolls the nipple between her fingers. Their breaths hitch in sync and Brittany’s body arches slightly off the bed, “I’m throbbing, I’m so ready for you, Santana.”
“Jesus, Britt.” Santana moves her hand down between Brittany’s thighs and feels how ready she is.
“I want your mouth, ‘Tana,” Brittany gasps out, her hips rolling from the contact of Santana’s fingers. Brittany softly pushes Santana’s head away from her breast. “Your mouth, I want it on me.”
Santana doesn’t need to be told twice, but hearing Brittany’s words repeated in such a yearning tone will always be a sound she wants to hear. She starts kissing her way down Brittany’s body, enjoying the sighs and whimpers she pulls out of Brittany as she goes. Santana presses a kiss onto Brittany’s inner thigh, right next to where she wants to be, where Brittany wants her. She repeats the motion on Brittany’s other thigh, this time drawing a little heart with her tongue afterwards.
“Please,” Brittany demands and rolls her hips forward, trying to get Santana’s mouth where she wants it.
Santana looks up at Brittany, the sight instantly burning into her memories. Brittany’s got one hand thrown behind her, gripping the headboard. The other hand is by her mouth, her teeth biting down on a knuckle. Brittany’s head is digging backwards into the pillow, her hair splayed haphazardly in every direction. The early morning rays of sun peeping through Santana’s window bounce off of the faint sheen of sweat that’s covering Brittany’s skin, and Santana could swear that Brittany’s glowing.
“Baby,” Brittany whimpers and rolls her head to see why it’s taking so long. Santana’s body shudders at the look in Brittany’s eyes.
Santana places a kiss where her fingers have been teasing, but pulls away again. There are no words on Brittany’s whimper this time, just a high-pitched almost whine. Santana reaches forward and grabs the pillow on the bed next to Brittany’s stomach.
“Lift?” Santana lightly taps Brittany’s ass with her hand. Brittany’s eyes are shut, but she lifts immediately, ready to give Santana anything if it means Santana will put her mouth back to where she wants it most. Santana places the pillow beneath Brittany’s hips, her legs naturally falling open at a wider angle.
Santana begins in earnest, licking, kissing and stroking in all the right places. It’s like she can’t get enough, before she knows it Brittany is calling out her name and breaking down around her. She helps ease Brittany down with her mouth, but Brittany starts pulling her hair. It’s a soft tug, but demanding. Santana’s a little sad that she didn’t get to watch it all unfold, and that she didn’t get to spend more time with her new favorite taste, but she’s not worried. There’s more than enough time for them and they’ll definitely be doing this again.
Santana slides up Brittany’s body and kisses her. Santana’s tongue mimics her fingers, entering Brittany and curling.
“Fuck yes,” Brittany moves her hand down and enters Santana with her fingers. “You’re not the only one who gets to have all the fun.”
Santana wasn’t aware of how ready she was, there’s no way she’s lasting long, not with Brittany’s talented fingers. Santana wants to get Brittany off again first, though, and it almost seems like a competition of who could bring the other to orgasm first. Their legs intertwine, their breasts collide with their panting breaths, Santana can tell that Brittany’s about to go ‘cause she’s biting her lip in the way she did last night, the times Santana was able to watch. They’re forehead to forehead with their eyes open and apparently Santana has a tell as well, because Brittany raises an eyebrow and gives a little smirk before Santana’s body betrays her.
Santana gets her senses back and notices Brittany still riding her fingers, little grunts of frustration escaping her mouth. Santana leans forward with a smile and kisses Brittany, then uses her thumb to rub Brittany’s clit in just the right way and yeah, Santana definitely wants to get used to this.
-x-
“Can I keep you?” Santana whispers into Brittany’s ear when she feels her waking up from her impromptu nap. Brittany gives a long stretch of her limbs and rolls over, smiling, to look Santana in the eye.
“I’m yours.” Brittany kisses her and they keep it light, content to just be in each other’s arms.
“We should probably get out of bed sometime today.” Santana crawls on top of Brittany, rests her arms on the chest beneath her, and looks down at Brittany’s smiling face.
“But I wanna stay like this,” Brittany loosely wraps her arms around the small of Santana’s back.
“I mean, who wouldn’t?” Santana raises herself up and wiggles a little bit.
“Oh, you’re full of yourself now, huh?” Brittany laughs and playfully swats at Santana’s arm.
“Hey, I know I’m hot,” Santana shrugs and lowers herself back down to give another kiss.
“You’re sriracha, baby,” Brittany whispers between kisses.
“Damn right I am.”
“Santana! It’s Quinn, she’s been - HOLY FUCK! Sorry! Sorry!” A male voice suddenly bursts into their world.
“What’s this about Quinn?” Santana gets off of Brittany and looks at Mike who is covering his eyes and muttering sorry over and over again. Santana looks over to Brittany who’s sitting up, but doesn’t seem concerned by the sudden appearance, “Mikey, it’s okay. You’ve seen my tits before.”
“But not with other tits, doing stuff.” Mike feels for the wall and turns towards it, his eyes still covered by his hand.
“Mikey.” Santana half giggles half coos. How her best friend remained this adorable after all of these years is beyond her, but she loves it. She crawls out of her bed and goes to her chest of drawers where she pulls out a pair of underwear. Santana puts on the black and yellow Batman short boxer briefs and looks for a t-shirt.
“Those are cute.” Brittany giggles as she walks up behind Santana. She pulls on the elastic waistband, “Mind if I borrow a pair?”
“I mean, they might be tight, but sure.” Santana shrugs and reopens the underwear drawer.
“You calling me fat?”
“I’m sayin’ I love your ass.” Santana smirks and looks over to Mike who’s still staring at the wall, “You can tell us about Quinn and stare at the wall at the same time, Mikey.”
“No, I’ll let you dress first. If I talk I might forget and open my eyes.”
“You’re cute.” Brittany laughs as she pulls up her red and green Robin underwear.
Santana turns around and raises her eyebrow at Brittany’s selection. She smirks and gives Brittany a quick kiss. Santana hands Brittany a faded grey vintage Yamaha t-shirt before slipping into her own black Sector 9 tee.
“Mikey, we’ve got clothes on now, you pussy.”
“Quinn’s been taken and Puck’s gone off after her.” Mike turns around and looks Santana in the eye.
“Taken?” Brittany squeaks.
“The Twelve?” Santana steps towards Mike.
“They want to teach him a lesson.”
“Lesson?” Brittany repeats, looking from Santana to Mike and back.
“And he goes running off half cocked without a fucking plan ‘cause he’s a fucking idiot like that.”
“Essentially.” Mike smiles ruefully.
“Where they at?” Santana picks up a pair of her jeans off the floor and puts them on. She turns to a bewildered looking Brittany and points to her closet, “You’re too tall for my jeans, but I’ve got some of Puck’s old boardshorts hanging in there.”
“Headquarters.”
“Fuck, I hate Anaheim.” Santana runs a hand through her messy and tangled hair, “Where are Brittany’s clothes by the way?”
“Dad likes Disneyland,” Mike shrugs. “Puck was going to drop off all your stuff, but he and Quinn kinda got into a huge fight after you left.”
“A fight, about what?” Brittany emerges from the closet wearing the most obscenely neon green shorts that should cause blindness just from their appearance. Santana had forgotten about those, she’d hidden them in the back of her closet for a reason. Figures.
“It got confusing really fast, but Puck freaked out ‘cause he thought Quinn was implying that they should move in together or something.”
“So Quinn went home alone-“
“In Puck’s truck.” Mike nods.
“Which gave The Dragon’s the perfect opportunity.” Santana rolls her eyes.
“Yup. He went over to her place first thing this morning to apologize and she was missing, with a note addressed to him on the front door.” Mikey shrugs, “I only know ‘cause he called me asking if I had any part in it.”
“Aww, Mikey, you know he didn’t mean it like that.” Santana gives Mike a hug, “He’s just all Hulk-Puck right now, not thinking properly ‘n shit.”
“They’ve been really mad at him lately, ‘Tana.”
“Hey, we’ll figure this out. I’m sure a deal can be made or something.” Santana straightens out Mike’s vest, “We’ll get them back.”
“I’m going with you.” Brittany says from behind them.
“What? You don’t even-“ Santana turns around and is immediately cut off.
“It doesn’t matter. Quinn has been taken by some form of gang, I’m assuming, and you and Mikey are about to go after her and Puck. You need people on your side, and I’m people.”
“Britt.”
“I meant it when I said I’m yours, but you’re also mine now, Santana.” Brittany steps to Santana, “No one messes with what’s mine and gets away with it.”
“Normally I’d bitch about being a possession, but that was really kind of hot.”
“Not now, Santana.” Mike sighs.
“I know, bro.” Santana laughs and shakes her head. Brittany winks at her.
“It’s probably safer for Britt to be with us.” Mike shrugs, “If they went after one of your best friends…”
“You’re right,” Santana turns to Britt. “Okay, you’re coming with us, if you’re sure about this.”
“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”
-x-
They drive in through the back entrance, down the long driveway that rounds the tennis court. Santana knows that Mike has always hated his dad’s house in Anaheim Hills, but it’s always difficult for her to not be impressed by the blatant expression of excess wealth that surrounds her. They enter through the huge wooden doors with iron bolts that Santana knows, first hand, aren’t there purely for aesthetics. A rival gang had grown frustrated at their best racers consistently losing to Santana and decided to try and force The Dragons into something more to their liking. Santana had been busy improperly using the billiard table with a friend when alarms started blaring, metal shutters slammed down over the windows and four of The Dragons security force ran through the room with automatic rifles. From that day on, the house never looked the same to Santana. It was still breathtakingly beautiful, but it felt like walking into a fortress designed to protect against battle rather than a place to relax.
“This place is beautiful,” Brittany whispers into Santana’s ear. Santana nods and grips Brittany’s hand tighter, pulling the girl closer. The sand colored limestone walkway and matching granite walls that surrounded them were welcoming, a visual illusion to give visitors a sense that they were safe. Santana knew how safe the walls were, but only for those whom The Dragons welcomed.
“The most deadly things are.” Mike leads them down the path to the true entrance of the house. He pauses at the door, “The cellar?”
“Puck, in the same room with your dad’s precious wine collection?” Santana shakes her head.
“Good point.”
“What’s in that direction?” Brittany points to a white wooden gate that is ajar.
“Pool.” Mike sighs
“Pool.” Santana rolls her eyes and follows, pulling Brittany with her.
They walk through the gate and around the corner and are met with a lagoon-like pool and spa area that look like they belong at a hotel, especially with the cabanas set up in various spots around the pool. They see Puck gesturing angrily at two men at the cabana the furthest away from the house and head over.
“Puckerman, you honestly thought that we’d just let you walk away?” Matt Rutherford straightens the collar on the orange silk dress shirt beneath his Dragon’s leather jacket. His smile hardens, “The Dragons would be losing such a useful pack mule. A consistent little bitch is hard to find.”
“I’ll show you who the bitch is, Rutherford.” Puck flexes his jaw and fists.
“Puck, no.” Santana says quietly, walking up to the men. She sees the back of Quinn’s head or what she assumes is the back of Quinn’s head. The long blonde hair has been cut off at a jagged angle, as if they’d put it in a ponytail and cut through it with a sword. She’s tied to a chair on the lawn behind the men, overlooking the valley below.
“Slopes, we’ve been waiting for your fine ass,” Rutherford looks her up and down and she can feel the bile rising in her throat.
“That’s quite enough, Matthew.” The older gentleman in the white linen suit and red silk shirt standing next to Rutherford steps forward, “So glad you could make it, Miss Lopez. Michael, what a surprise.”
“Yes, father, I know you’re quite shocked that I would be here when my friends are in trouble.” Mike stands next to Brittany, making sure to keep an eye on the area behind them just in case.
“You are still my son, Michael. Even if you’re no longer with The Dragons, I still deserve a little respect.” Mike’s father turns, his eyes briefly catching on Brittany before settling on Santana, “I see you brought a friend to our little - business meeting.”
“She’s none of your concern.” Santana nods, “If you’re going to snatch up the people that mean the most to me, you might as well do it in one go, Elder.”
“Damn, Slopes, I missed seeing your balls.” Rutherford laughs.
“Slopes?” Brittany turns to Mike; her whisper that was meant to be quiet explodes in the silence that had surrounded them.
“Girly doesn’t know about the great and undefeated Slopes?” Rutherford claps his hands together.
“Undefeated?”
“Not now, Britt.” Santana shakes her head.
“Aww, baby girl doesn’t know that you used to race motorcycles illegally for money, Slopes?” Rutherford smirks, there’s a hard glint to his eyes. He looks up at Brittany, “She got her nickname from racing Mulholland, in the rain, at two in the morning, and being the only one to finish.”
“Beat the time record too.” Pucks nods with pride.
“Puck, not helping.” Santana shakes her head.
“I thought you couldn’t drive.” Brittany furrows her brow.
“Oh, she can’t now that she’s gone soft. Isn’t that right, Slopes?” Rutherford sneers and Santana wishes she let Puck hit him when he had the chance.
“That’s enough, Matthew.” The Elder says softly, and everyone stands up a little bit straighter, “Why don’t you go check in with our other divisions.”
“But -“
“Now, Matthew.” The Elder brushes some imaginary lint off his jacket, ignoring Rutherford as he huffs and walks away, “I am sorry for that, Santana. He’s an excellent, and loyal, pit-bull, but not the brightest.”
Puck snorts and Santana grabs his harm, stalling him from making whatever comment he was about to make.
“It’s fine, Elder,” Santana bows her head in respect. She doesn’t want to push her luck, not with everyone who’s so important to her within The Dragons grasp.
“We both know that it is not,” The Elder raises Santana’s head with his fingers, making her look him in the eyes. “He still does not understand how letting you go was beneficial to everyone. Despite what you and Michael might think, I consider you family. Actual family, not this business I run. I knew that the best thing for you would be to leave us after your accident; you never would’ve healed the way you have. However, I also knew that in letting you go, there’d be more money to be made. I hate to make it sound like a business transaction, Santana. But there’s little profit to be had when everyone knows who is going to win.”
“She was that good?” Brittany tries to whisper in Mike’s ear, but everyone hears it again.
“Your friend is adorable,” The Elder laughs and winks at Santana who is blushing. “Undefeated, my dear. It was wonderful for recruitment, I must say, but horrible for the financials.”
“Please.” Santana rolls her eyes.
“Okay, not horrible,” The Elder smirks. “But letting you leave without any consequence befalling you, well, that was easy enough to orchestrate with The Twelve.” He walks in front of Puck, “Noah, on the other hand.”
“You’d be losing a valuable asset and would take a substantial loss.”
“I see William has been teaching you a few things about business,” The Elder nods.
“He also taught me that a deal can always be found.” Santana tilts her head and puts her hands on her hips, “So let’s stop scaring the crap out of my girlfriends and let us know what must be done.”
“You aren’t going to like it, Santana.”
“Yeah, that was a given.” Santana shakes her head. She feels Brittany slip her hand into hers and she squeezes.
“The Twelve have decided on three options: Puck stays on for ten more years, long enough to continue being a much needed asset to The Dragons and to train the new recruits.”
“Ten years? That’s ridiculous!” Puck throws his arms up in the air. Santana silences him with a look.
“You may get your time reduced in half if Michael decides to stay on with you, working for those remaining five years.”
“I’ll do it.” Mike steps forward, but Santana grabs his arm.
“Mikey, no. There’s three options, let’s hear everything first.” She squeezes his arm and nods at The Elder.
“The final option is a race,” The Elder pauses as he sees the people before him relax. “Not a street race, my children. No, that would be far too easy, wouldn’t it?” He lets out a rueful laugh, “No, this would be a cross country race, dirtbikes.” The edge of his lip rising in distaste, “If your team finishes first, Puck is released immediately with no consequences. Your little group of friends is safe from The Dragons interfering in the future.”
“And if the team doesn’t finish first?” Mike questions.
“Then the team is property of The Dragons for the entire ten year duration.” The Elder shrugs, “Oh, and Santana? The Twelve demanded that, if you chose this option, you must be on the team.”
“But we’ve never even been on dirtbikes before!” Santana starts pacing. She thought there’d be at least one viable option, the Dragons had been so understanding after she crashed her bike. She hoped that there’d be something that didn’t seem like her friends would have to sell their souls.
“Those are your choices, Santana. Choose wisely.” The Elder signaled to the two men standing on the sides of Quinn’s chair, “You don’t need to decide right this moment, but you must do it soon. I cannot distract The Twelve on this subject; I used the last of my favors to allow Michael to pursue his dreams. It’s why this little…situation arose. They felt I was growing soft and acted behind my back.”
“Quinn.” Puck wraps his arms around her, “I’m so sorry. I love you, I’m so, so sorry they did this to you.” He kisses the crown of her head.
If The Twelve were willing to snatch up Santana’s loved ones to keep Puck in line, how tight would their grasp be for the following ten years? He’s always been a bit of a hot head, letting emotions of the moment control his mouth, and will they start punishing him now? Santana wasn’t willing to let Mike get back in, who knows what they’d come up with at the end of his time to keep him in their clutches for longer. No, it seemed like there were no options, it was now or never and they had to take advantage of this opportunity that was given to them.
“How many to a team?”
“Tana, you can’t,” Puck tried, but was cut off with a look.
“We can talk about this later.”
“Four to a team, same stakes apply to everyone.” The Elder had his back to them, overlooking the valley below, “The Twelve will decide where the race will take place, once you’ve made your decision.” He turned to look at them, “I’ll keep it local, so you can at least practice on similar terrain, that’s about as much sway as I can pull on this. Do not enter into this lightly; Rutherford and his crew have been playing in the mud since they were little wolves pretending to be lambs. The Twelve will surely choose a squad recommended by him.”
“Noted.” Santana nods.
“Do give the year options a thought, Santana.” The Elder picks Santana’s hand up in one of his and covers it with the other, “The race will be nearly impossible for you.”
“Nothing’s impossible.” Brittany’s voice fills their ears again. The Elder looks up amused.
“She’s truly a unique creature, isn’t she?” He winks at Santana, “I do think, if this all works out, you should see about getting her to stick around you lot.”
The Elder steps back and nods at the group. “I do hope you put those arrogant fools in their place, Santana. Though, I am sorry it has come to something like this.” The Elder sighs then turns and leaves them there to decide their fate.
“Tana, it’s just ten years,” Puck’s still holding onto Quinn, like he’ll never let her go again. “I can deal with that.”
“Ten years too long,” Santana moves her gaze from Puck to Mike. “No, the five years is not an option, Mikey.”
“Tana, you can’t even ride a motorcycle without freaking out.” Mike shakes his head, “How can you expect to win a race?”
“Is it true?” Brittany’s voice pulls everyone’s attention, “Is it true what they said? That you’re that good on a bike?”
“Yeah, I was.”
“Mullholand, at night, in the rain?”
“Yeah? What about it?” Santana scrunches her brow.
“What about you two?” Brittany looks to Puck and Mike, “How well do you two place?”
“We usually win, not as consistently as ‘Tana though,” Mike shrugs.
“Yeah, we don’t have the same death wish as she did back then,” Puck chuckles and shakes his head.
“And this Rutherford, how’s he rate?”
“Britt, what are you?” Santana tilts her head.
“Not as good as us, certainly not as consistent in the win column, Puck and I can usually beat him easily in a drag.”
“But street is different than dirt, Brittany.” Puck loosens his hold on Quinn so she can turn in his arms.
“Doesn’t matter,” Brittany shakes her head. She had a determined look on her features and Santana wasn’t quite sure that she liked it. Brittany turned to Santana, “You should race, you’ll win.”
“Uhm, Britt?”
“I don’t want to talk about it here,” Brittany looks behind her at the mansion, and then turns back to Santana. She steps closer, “Just trust me on this.” Brittany turns to everyone else, looking each person in the eye, “Trust me, please.”
-x-
“Well, this was certainly one way of getting you to come up here.” Brittany laughs as she pushes her Honda XR100 to the center of a large dirt field with Santana next to her, carrying a large duffle and a basket.
“I would’ve come on my own.”
“I know, but now I get the chance to teach you something I love.” Brittany shrugs and kicks down the kickstand on the dirtbike, “Go ahead and drop the bag here. There’s protective gear inside, start putting it on.”
“Britt, I don’t know if this’ll work.”
“It will and if it doesn’t, we’ll have a nice little picnic and figure something else out.” Brittany steps forward and presses a reassuring kiss on Santana’s lips, “But it will work.”
“How can you be so sure?” Santana leans her forehead against Brittany’s with her eyes closed.
“Because I’ve helped someone get over their fear of riding, in the past.” Brittany catches some of Santana’s hair in her fingers and traces it behind Santana’s ear. “I had to teach myself, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Brittany kisses Santana again and pulls away, “Hurry up and get your pads on, I can’t wait to get you all dirty.”
“B, I’m always dirty.” Santana smirks.
“Just you wait.” Brittany winks and laughs.
Santana feels like she’s about to go play paintball with Puck, with all this gear on her. When she raced she barely had any protection at all, just her leather jacket, boots, gloves and helmet, but all this stuff that Brittany has made her put on seems a little bit ridiculous. She’d feel a bit self conscious if Brittany wasn’t there with her, wearing similar gear of her own.
“You don’t actually need all this stuff to ride, but I want you to feel safe and it really helps.” Brittany gives Santana a surprising and strong push, knocking Santana over.
“The Hell, Britt?” Santana stands up immediately and throws her arms out.
“Did it hurt?”
“What?” Santana gets out before she’s being knocked over again.
“Does it hurt?” Brittany stands over Santana and offers her hand. Santana sits there for a moment, maintaining her rage and then it clicks in her head what Brittany was doing.
“The ground’s softer.”
“A lot softer than pavement, duh.” Brittany rolls her eyes while she helps Santana stand up.
“The padding’s uncomfortable to land on, but I can see how it spreads out the impact.” Santana looks behind her and down to her ass, “Never thought that ass protectors did anything.”
“Well, they do, besides hiding that delicious tush of yours.” Brittany pouts.
“Don’t worry babe, I’m already thinking of that hot tub on your porch.” Santana winks. Brittany knocks her over again.
“You need to focus and not distract me! We can have sex anytime or anywhere Santana,” Brittany puts her hands on her hips and looks at Santana sternly, “This is important. It’ll be a whole lot easier for you to deal with your fears now, before your friends get here, than afterwards and I’m having to teach everyone.”
“Sorry Britt.” Santana stands up, “I’m focused, I promise.”
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just worried about you, Santana.”
“I’m good, Britt.”
“Okay, but if this gets to be too much for you, I want you to promise me that you’ll stop.” Brittany chews her lip.
“You got it, babe. I promise I’ll tell you if it gets too much for me to handle.” Santana moves her hand to Brittany’s face and uses her thumb to stop Brittany from biting her lip. “So, how we going to do this?”
“You know how, a couple weeks ago, we surfed that wave together?” Brittany walks over to the nearly empty duffle bag and pulls out their helmets.
“Yeah?”
“Well, we’re gonna ride this baby bike together and we’ll crash it, together.” Brittany nods and hands Santana a cyan white and black helmet and goggles.
“Uhm, Britt, I practically start shaking at the thought of riding anywhere on a bike nowadays.”
“Then close your eyes.” Brittany shrugs.
“How is that going to help anything?”
“Well, you can pretend that you’re, like, riding a mechanical bull or something.” Brittany puts on her purple and black helmet, “Listen, this worked for me when I was too scared to get on a bike again, okay?”
“What happened?”
“You couldn’t have asked that before I got my helmet on?” Brittany shakes her head.
“It wasn’t in the conversation then. I don’t read minds, babe. No matter how well I know your body.” Santana winks.
“That was bad,” Brittany shakes her head. She sighs and takes off her helmet, shaking out her hair to get it into some sort of order. “If we’re going to talk about this, we might as well hydrate at the same time. Riding takes a lot out of you.”
Santana helps Brittany lay out the red and black plaid blanket that was packed in the basket. They sit down on it and break out their canteens. Brittany looks off into the distance and starts telling Santana about her first boyfriend, a boy named Finn. How they thought they were in love, like destined to be together for eternity type of love. They were teenagers, what did they know.
“We met at one of my motocross events. He was in the guys division, racing on a Kawasaki that was probably too big for him to be riding on, but he could handle it. I’d just won my event and was headed towards my pit area, the back of my dad’s pickup. He was heading out and accidentally ran into me. Like, totally knocked me over. Most of the guys at these events are entitled little pricks. Fearless and usually allowed to get away with anything they want, I’d gotten used to them yelling at me or mocking me relentlessly and I didn’t expect anything different from Finn when he ran into me. Except he didn’t, he was sweet and apologetic and so nice that he missed his heat from helped me limp back to my truck. We hit it off from there, sharing a love of each other and our sport and stuff.
“The thing was, being the four-time Champion of the Mid Ohio Valley Hare Scramble Cross Country Series of our divisions, (well, he was only two-time Champion, but we never talked about that) became really reckless, thinking that we were invincible on their bikes. In our free time we were always out free-riding, looking for anything that’d be a challenge for us. There wasn’t anything we couldn’t tackle, it might’ve taken us all day, but we’d eventually conquer the obstacle and then some.
“We...started messing around on our bikes. We’d been messing around on Finn’s bike for ages; he was taller than me and it was such an advantage for riding him while he was sitting on his bike. Sometimes he’d keep the bike on, you know, revving the engine, using the vibrations to help get me off.” Brittany pauses and plays with the top of her water bottle, staring at it, but Santana could tell that Brittany wasn’t actually looking at it. Santana lays her hand on Brittany’s back and moves it in circles, eventually Brittany continues, “This one time, though, he accidentally let go of the throttle and the bike gave this jerk, which really got me going. It’s such a stupid thing to do, looking back on it now, but we thought we were invincible and it felt so good. So, I started riding Finn while he was riding the bike. Sure it got a little dirty, well a lot dirty, but the sex was delicious.
“Except, Finn got a bit too distracted just one time and drove us full speed into a tree.” Brittany turns to Santana, “We ended up in the hospital. It’s how I got my eyebrow scar. He’s a paraplegic now.”
“Shit.”
“We tried to make it work, you know, our relationship?” Brittany shakes her head, “But it was hard for him, I was a constant reminder of everything he thought he lost and I felt guilty that I could walk when it was just as much my fault that we were on that bike, you know?”
“Fuck, Britt, and I’ve been freaking out over breaking my arm, essentially.” Santana pulls Brittany into a hug.
“But you, like, died.” Brittany twists and turns around, “That’s huge, Santana.”
“I see Quinn’s been spilling my secrets?”
“Not all of them, I promise.” Brittany nods, “She would just, occasionally bring up this patient that she was working with and how much they had to fight through. I kinda put the pieces together after meeting you.”
“It’s cool, Britt.” Santana kisses Brittany on the nose, “You ever hear from him, Finn?”
“Yeah, we’re still friends. I kinda forced him to join me in getting over our fear of riding dirtbikes, you know, ‘cause we missed it so much.” Brittany turns around and lays herself into Santana’s embrace, “I found out that they make modified bikes that would let Finn ride again and I got him one for Christmas.”
“Wow, that’s awesome.”
“Well, I thought so, but he just yelled at me.” Brittany shrugs, “There was a lot of yelling and frustration, but we just turned our fear and pain into something useful, something we could conquer by climbing onto those bikes again and just riding.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you just gotta convince yourself that you’re bigger than your fear of falling or crashing or whatever and then, like, force yourself to battle it.” Brittany tilts her head to the side so she can look at Santana, “Nothing’s impossible, San.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Santana kisses Brittany.
“I think you’re pretty amazing too,” Brittany smiles.
-x-
Brittany hadn’t been kidding about riding in dirt being a rougher ride. Santana’s pretty sure that the constant battle against her fear only took more out of her. Brittany was amazing though, took things slow and easy. She’d slow down when she felt that Santana was breathing too fast, in danger of hyperventilating. Santana might’ve forgotten her promise to not push herself too much, but Brittany seemed to know when things were getting too intense and would back off, saying that they needed a break or a snack.
They started simply, with Santana behind Brittany on the bike, holding on for dear life with her eyes closed. Brittany would just slowly ease out the clutch and they’d mosey along, slowly picking up pace the longer they stayed on the bike. It wasn’t too long before Santana was able to open her eyes for the slow ride. Brittany rewarded Santana with a nice long makeout session, on the blanket, because Brittany’s never taking those sort of risks again.
Then, they practiced falling, which was actually more difficult than riding the bike was for Santana. Just the simple act of standing on the bike and falling over with it almost sent her into a panic attack, but Brittany was right there, telling Santana to breathe and to focus and ‘hey, is that a unicorn?’ Santana’s pretty sure, if she had her wits about her, that she wouldn’t have actually expected to see a unicorn when she looked to where Brittany was pointing, but it certainly worked.
“Your fear is just as real as that unicorn, Santana.” Brittany had said before giving her a strong hug.
Santana realized that Brittany was right. Which was, well, Santana would’ve rather been having to round up unicorns than fighting fears, but realizing that both were only in her mind certainly helped her get back on that bike and try again. By the time they called it a day, Santana was able to ride, for brief moments, all by herself. It really helped that Brittany had her on a beginner bike, lighter, smaller and less powerful; it reminded Santana of when Puck first taught her how to ride.
She was really fucking sore and tired though, and this hot tub was like heaven.
“You did really well today, San.” Brittany massages Santana’s shoulders.
“So tired, babe.” Santana leans back and rests her head on Brittany’s shoulder, “So tired.”
“Aww, well you worked really hard and riding in the dirt takes more energy than street.” Brittany moves her hands down Santana’s sides, massaging her back muscles as she goes.
“Mmm, feels good.” Santana traces the shape of Brittany’s neck with her nose. She purrs as Brittany lowers her hands even further. Santana places a kiss on Brittany’s neck
“You deserve a little relaxation.” Brittany slowly moves her hands to Santana’s front. One hand moves up to Santana’s breast, the other moving down below Santana’s bellybutton tracing little circles along the way.
“Bay,” Santana’s breath hitches as she feels Brittany softly roll her nipple. Her hips rock forward, trying to get Brittany’s other hand where she wants it most, “bee.”
Brittany obliges, moving her hand lower, teasing Santana’s folds. Santana whimpers.
“I’m so proud of you, Santana.” Brittany lowers her head and kisses the spot behind Santana’s ear. Brittany kisses that spot again while tweaking a nipple as she enters Santana with her other hand. Brittany thrusts slowly, building Santana up with slow waves of pleasure. “You were so fucking hot in my gear, baby. I almost mounted you that first time I pushed you down today.”
Santana jerks her hips forward, urging Brittany to pick up her pace.
“You looked so fucking delicious all splayed out on the ground like that, with just the faintest sliver of your midsection peeking through all the gear.” Brittany bites Santana’s earlobe and starts languidly rubbing circles with her thumb on Santana’s clit. She drags her nails down Santana’s abdomen, “I wanted to rip them all off and have my way with you, Santana.”
“Fuck, Britt.” Santana gasps out.
“Then you mentioned this hot tub we’re in right now,” Brittany slowly starts to pick up speed. “I almost lost all my control.” Brittany moves her hand back up to Santana’s other breast and massages. “Then on that blanket, when we were making out? Fuck, baby. I wanted to taste you so bad.” Brittany starts thrusting harder and faster, “But I knew if I started, I wouldn’t want to stop and we’d be out there all day with sunburns in really awkward places. It was so hard,” Brittany nips at Santana’s earlobe again, “to be riding that motorcycle when I’d rather be riding you.”
“Brit, Jesus, fuck, I’m gonna -,” Santana pulls Brittany’s head down into a scorching kiss just before she loses all control and her body crests and breaks. Brittany brings her down slowly.
Santana gives her a sloppy exhaustion drunk kiss and mumbles, “Love you,” before passing out.
Brittany’s not going to hold Santana to anything she said in a post-orgasmic pre-passing out bliss, even if it was her first time saying something like that. She’s just going to dry Santana off and carry her up to bed. It’s not like Brittany didn’t already know, anyway.
-x-
“Mama! Papi! Noooo!” Santana hears herself screaming.
“Santana, baby, it’s okay. Everything’s okay, you’re just dreaming. Come on now, wake up, it’s okay. You’re safe.” Brittany is murmuring in her ear over and over again as she rocks Santana back and forth. Brittany’s embrace is strong and it takes Santana a while before she gets her bearings, even longer to realize that she’s not waking up and flailing about for the first time she can remember. There are tears running down her face, she’s shaking, and she can remember her nightmare just as if she were still in it, but she’s not uselessly trying to run towards danger.
“I’m awake, Britt.” Santana nudges her head into Brittany’s.
“Oh, Santana, I was so scared.” Brittany turns her head and places a kiss on Santana’s forehead, “You were screaming so loud, sounding so broken. I didn’t know what to do.”
“It happens sometimes, especially when I’m exhausted.” Santana snuggles into Brittany’s embrace, soaking up as much comfort and warmth as she could to thaw the chill that has taken over her insides, “I get some pretty gnarly nightmares.”
“Obviously,” Brittany strokes Santana’s sweat dampened hair out of her face. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I couldn’t save them.” Santana’s breath hitches and she bites her lip.
“Who?” Brittany scoots herself backwards and leans against the headboard, she pulls Santana up between her legs so that Santana’s back is resting against her chest. Brittany wraps her arms snugly around Santana who only seems to try and burrow deeper into the embrace.
“Ma and Papi,” Santana starts playing with Brittany’s fingers. “I, uh, there was this surf competition my junior year, it was really big. My high school surf team won the right to compete and it was down at Trestles.”
“Trestles?”
“Oh, yeah sorry, it’s this surf spot in San Clemente.” Santana turns around a little bit and leans against Brittany while looking up at her, “We had a celebration dinner after the competition ‘cause we got second place. Puck and I were waiting outside while Mama and Papi went to go get the car from the lot across the street.” Santana stiffens and sniffles, Brittany pulls her closer. “They, uh…they were driving across PCH, you know, to,” Santana pauses and tries to control her tears, “to get to us and…and this drunk driver comes from out of nowhere and T-bones them into a car coming from the other direction.”
“Oh, San, honey.” Brittany rests her cheek on Santana’s head, trying to give as much comfort as she can.
“I tried to run to them, but Puck held me back. I tried to save them, I did.” Santana cries.
“Oh, honey, I’m sure there was nothing you could physically do.”
“Papi died on impact. The…,” Santana sniffles as she sits up to look Brittany in the eye, “the C.H.P. officer said that he probably didn’t feel a thing. I still don’t know if that makes me feel better and it’s been eight years.”
“And your Ma?” Brittany stroked Santana’s hair, “What happened with her?”
“They had to - their car got so twisted around and bent out of shape, they had to use the Jaws of Life to get to them and, maybe if they’d gotten there sooner, or if I could’ve got Ma out somehow -,” Santana plays with her own fingers.
“Santana, listen to me, I deal with car wrecks professionally. I know how tricky they can be, okay? There’s a lot of planning that goes into one of our car stunts, but we can never fully plan for them.” Brittany lifts Santana’s chin and looks Santana in the eye, “If they needed to use the Jaws of Life to get your parents out, there’s nothing you would’ve been able to do. Nothing.”
“But she was just sitting there; bleeding while she was waiting for the paramedics to show and it was too long.” Santana buries her head in Brittany’s chest and cries, “The blood loss was too much and she died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.”
“Oh, Santana.” Brittany pulls Santana even closer and strokes the crying girls hair, “Just cry it out honey, it’s okay. Just get it all out; I’m here for you. Let it all out, love.”
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