#para:hair of the dog

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Hair of the Dog| Brittana

Tagging: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, sometime in late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell.

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

There was a time not long ago when Brittany would have been running around in an effort to prepare for her best friend’s arrival. The anxiety of never knowing what version of Santana she would be getting used to cause her to hyperventilate, fixated on ensuring everything was perfect. Hellbent on creating the right conditions for Santana to be…herself.

Sometimes it felt like even when they were alone, San was always checking over her shoulder to see if someone was watching. Terrified that someone would find out about, whatever the fuck they had going on. As a teenager it had been confusing, coupled with undergoing hormone replacement therapy and the general angst of adolescence, but now it was just…Santana.

As stupid as it was, there was some part of Brittany that maintained the belief that things would be different someday. Surely Santana couldn’t spend her entire life pretending…right? On the plus side, maturity had at least helped Brittany…relax. If things between she and Santana couldn’t even be openly discussed, what was the point in worrying? What was the point in preparing? Getting nervous? Those were the kinds of feelings you had for someone you were dating and Santana had made it perfectly clear, time and time again—- sex was not dating.

It was a realization that and felt like a sucker punch to 17-year old Brittany, but 22-year old Brittany? Well, she was used to it, or maybe she had Stockholm syndrome? Regardless, there wasn’t much time to ponder the topic much further before the telltale sound of key turning within a lock made it to prone ears.

Brittany paused the TV just moments before her front door flew open and in stumbled a slightly disoriented version of Santana. The shorter woman was dressed in what could only be described as her standard hangover fit, complete with sunglasses and an oversized hoodie. A paper bag tucked under her arm containing a glass bottle filled with amber liquid.

She was kind enough to shut the door behind her before she shuffled the short distance from the entryway to the couch and promptly flopped herself down onto it, and subsequently, onto Brittany. The blonde didn’t mind, an amused smile taking over her features as she watched Santana roll over, head in her lap and feet barely touching the other end of the pink sofa.

“Hello to you too.” She joked, laughing at the groaned response she received. “No backpack? Laptop?” She questioned, softening her voice when Santana winced at the volume, the fingers on Brittany’s dominant hand taking up the familiar act of stroking dark strands of hair away from a surprisingly tacky forehead.

In lieu of an answer Santana merely raised her left hand and wiggled the paper covered bottle, pulling yet another wave of laughter from parted pink lips.

[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Santana:

Santana didn't even bother to hide the sultry smile that spread across full lips at the feeling of the tip of Brittany's nose ghosting along the sensitive skin of her neck. She let her eyes flutter closed and her senses indulge. Vanilla, coconut, the beach…she laughed softly. It was a very accurate description - a mixture of Chanel N°5, leave-in conditioner and some random overly priced body lotion. Brittany was spot on. The blonde always noticed the little things. Things Santana didn't give a second thought. Things that the guys she would hook up with wouldn't dare notice. Even with soft hands gripping her ass over tight spandex, Brittany nuzzled warm skin and inhaled, causing Santana's perfectly straight teeth to assault her bottom lip.

She bit down firmly, the nerves between her legs awakening. It felt like tiny electric currents with each passing moment. She groaned when Brittany pulled away, but she wasn't disappointed for long. The eye contact was fierce; resulting in Santana's heart hammering in her chest.

“I guess you can start by telling me what I taste like next?” Brown eyes flicked from blu and blown pupils to glossy pink lips before she was leaning in to capture them between her own. It was a simple kiss at first but when the hands on her ass squeezed she took that as an invitation - tongue seeking entrance into Brittany's mouth. She hummed in appreciation when soft lips parted for her, flicking her tongue over the blondes. She tasted like tequila and gummy bears. Santana deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Britt's neck. She pulled her in so they were chest to chest. She could feel the other woman's heart beat, and she knew hers could be felt as well. This was her favorite place.

Wrapped up in everything that was Brittany. It felt so bitter sweet. To have everything she’d ever wanted but nothing at all at the same time. She pushed away those thoughts rising to her knees, only to lean forward, pressing herself against Brittany's chest, pinning her between her body and the sofa. Once they were close enough, Santana lowered herself back onto a warm lap.

Brittany:

Their hangouts usually went one of two ways. Either, Santana would come over and immediately start bitching about whatever was wrong or whomever had made the mistake of wronging her. They would order Chinese food and sit with open laptops, gossiping and passing bottles back and forth between them. Y’know, the real college experience.

The other option was that Santana would come over, usually angry about something, but not always. Today the cause was that she didn’t feel good, which was almost as bad as when she was pissed off. They’d give the brief formality of choosing a show or movie to watch under the guise of pretending they both didn’t know that they’d be halfway to naked before the title screen even lit up on the TV across the room.

Today was one of those days. Brittany was already hyper-fixated on Santana, the sounds from the TV muffled and distorted as their lips met for the first time in a solid 48 hour period, a new record for them really. She let Santana remain the control so she desperately craved, her own soft whimpers muffled into wet flesh as Santana tasted herself on her tongue. She felt her balance shift, the pressure from Santana’s body pushing her to lay down totally on the couch, tanned legs straddling either side of her waist. The tingles in her lower stomach and the way the woman on top of her shifted causing her breathing to come out in shallow pants. The beginnings of arousal causing her lower half to stir.

“Come up here then.” Brittany demanded, nodding so San would understand, tugging at the soft gray material of the leggings that covered toned things. “I wanna see for myself.” She requested, hands gripping Santana’s thighs at the junction where they met her hips, thugs rubbing circles dangerously close to her covered core through multiple layers of fabric.

[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging:Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Brittany:

Brittany always found it incredibly hard to focus whenever she and Sanatana were…indulging in wanly time? Particularly more difficult with soft assured hands cupping her breasts, goosebumps erupting in the wake of soft squeezes and gentle fingers. It was the loss of those hands accompanied by the loss of full lips that brought Britt back from whatever fantasy world she’d disappeared to.

Santana's shifting weight causing the blonde to swallow thickly, pupils blown and eyelids hooded as she looked up at the smaller woman standing above her. She chewed her bottom lip as she watched her best friend remove her tank top, blue eyes taking in newly revealed tan skin. She was quick to do the same with the soft gray material of her pants, and once all that was left was a black lacey thing Brittany was tugging her girl closer again.

Her touch was firm as she helped guide San back down to the couch safely, this time dangerously close to straddling her neck. The first time they had done this Brittany had been…terrified. Excited, but scared shitless nonetheless. The mechanics of it didn’t make sense to her? How in the world would she be able to breathe? Now though, years later, she had to hold in her smirk as she watched long manicured nails push aside drenched material, her favorite flower on display.

Santana barely had time to brace herself with a well placed hand on either side of Brittany’s head before the blonde was tugging her down by the hips. Moaning into soft flesh as her tongue found it’s way between dewy lips, trailing up and down the way Santana liked, working her way upwards until she could suck a prominent clit into her mouth, alternating between that circling her entrance.

[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging:Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Santana:

Santana knew the move was coming before it happened. The arm around her waist not so subtly pulling her onto a familiar lap. Shared warmth seeping through layers of clothing. She made herself comfortable nevertheless; as she pretended to not notice that the blonde beneath her wasn't exactly engulfed in the show playing on the tv. Hell…they could just barely hear what was being said with the volume so low. The two continuously passed the bottle back and forth - until Santana could barely taste the bitter amber liquid anymore and her body was warm and fuzzy. Her head still hurt, but it wasn't that throbbing type of headache…just an annoying pain that was easily masked by the chills cause at the hands of Brittany's complement.

“Funny…I was thinking the same thing about you. Here, hold this.” Santana passed the bottle off to her best friend and promptly tore off her hoodie, leaving her in a toddler sized undershirt. She tossed heavy cotton to the floor absently. “Fuck…that's so much better.” The alcohol was officially alcohol-ing. Heat coursing through Santana’s veins for more reasons than one. She could literally feel the energy in the room shift. This was what they did…

Now sure…they hung out like regular besties too…but the reason for this hangout had been established before Santana had even left her apartment. Both she and Brittany knew what was up. “You can probably get a better smell without the hoodie in the way…” Santana murmured, shifting so that she could throw her left leg over Britany's lap to straddle her thighs. She tucked a perfectly manicured finger under a defined jawline assisting in pulling the older woman in. “What do I smell like?”

Brittany:

Brittany swallowed thickly, slightly tacky fingers gripping the glass bottle as she watched, jaw dropped, as Santana peeled off her oversized hoodie. Brittany heard the audible noise the fabric made when it fell to fake wooden floors, but she was too captivated by shimmering dark brown eyes.

She held in a breath inadvertently, eyes trailing her best friend's movements as she quickly shifted to straddle her lap. Now wearing, significantly... fewer clothes, therefore giving Brittany access to so much more skin. Amazing, totally fine. Regardless, somewhat- confident hands found purchase on Santana's hips, pulling her closer out of habit as she fought the need to close her eyes in response to the perfectly crafted question.

She swallowed again, but only so she could indulge in the way the motion caused a sharp acrylic nail to dig into her skin. It was impossible not to maintain eye contact, and honestly, Brittany wouldn't have looked away even if she were able to. "Like vanilla and coconut...like the beach..." she responded, taking in another deep inhale of the air between them. Her hands shifted downward, cupping Santana's ass over the cotton material of her leggings as she leaned forward to bury her face in the crook of a naturally tan neck, inhaling deeply. "...like you missed me so much. Mhm." Brittany decided very scientifically, raising her head up from where she'd been tucked away. "What are we gonna do about this?" She asked, with manufactured innocence, gaze shifting from glowing honey-brown eyes to smirking lips.

[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging:Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Santana:

Santana cut the engine of her Tesla Model Y, Pressing the designated button and watching the wide screen on the dashboard power down. She sat for a moment, head throbbing…stomach turning as she did her best to ignore the maddening feeling of nausea that settled at the back of her throat. Maybe six breadsticks was a few too many. She let her head fall back lazily - leaning on warm leather as the temperature began to shift around her with the heat no longer running.

The fall air was crisp and she could hear the roaring winds as they whipped around the frame of her vehicle. She didn't want to move; but she knew the sooner she did, the sooner she would be with her favorite person. Snuggled into a different kind of warmth. Sighing, Santana pulled on her hoodie and pulled down her shades. She reached blindly over towards her passenger seat and grabbed the noisy paper bag before proceeding to make her way to Britany's apartment.

It was pure muscle memory that carried her from her car to the familiar front door, and without hesitation she reached into her hoodie pouch and pulled out her keys. Britany's was easy enough to locate. It was the only one shaped like a unicorn - slightly distressed from continuous use, but still vibrant enough to stand out. Santana rolled her eyes at the metaphorical display.

The key was kinda like she and Brittany's relationship these days. It was vibrant and resounding; but there was a part of it that was what some may consider abused or misused. Of course Santana loved Brittany. She loved spending time with her, she loved simply existing with her…but it had been years since the two had begun having sex - and it remained a topic that was forbidden. That wasn't for lack of trying on Brittany's part. But Santana wanted nothing to do with defining what they had going on. It was just sex - and sex wasn't dating.

They didn't have sex because they were like…in love. It was just…fun. Or at least that's what the young Latina had told herself. Over and over and over again. Plus…she was kinda like a lizard in a way; needing something warm beneath her in order to digest her food. It was easy enough to push down her deeper thoughts as she unlocked the door and let herself in, she heard when B paused the tv which gave her direction as she shut the door with her foot. She walked heavily through the entryway and into the living room; promptly throwing herself onto the couch and onto Brittany.

“Hello to you too.” Brittany teased, laughing at the groan that Santana responded with. “No backpack? Laptop?” Santana scrunched her nose at the sound of her best friend's voice. But the fingers smoothing over her forehead were doing the lord's work as she held up the bottle of tequila as a secondary answer. Santana smiled at Brittany's laughter, sliding off her shades and looking up at the ocean eyes staring down at her.

She squinted, unbagging the glass bottle absently and tucking the paper bag beside her to be dealt with later . “You're judging me aren't you?” It was a joke of course, as she balanced the full bottle on her cotton covered abdomen. “It's true what they say you know, The Hair of the Dog and all…I need the hair…or the dog. Whatever the fuck. I need to not feel like shit.” Santana pushed herself into a seated position but she kept her back pressed into Brittany's side. She shoved her hoodie back and was immediately captivated by the sweet smell of the blonde's perfume. It was all cotton candy and sunshine: her favorite scent. She closed her eyes and inhaled for just a moment; and then her fingers were working to break the seal on the bottle of expensive tequila.

She was quick to bring it to her lips and take a shot. The burn was instant, as it coated her tongue and then her throat…ending with warming her belly.

“So…what are we studying? Housewives? Baddies? British Baking? I think there is a new season that just dropped of that cartoon show you love so much.” Santana held her arm at an awkward angle; offering the alcohol to the woman behind her. “Just make sure the volume is at like 9%” she leaned her head back to rest where it lay on Brittany; basking in the comfort that it provided. If it wouldn't have been considered something more than platonic; she would have been seated in the blondes lap, full lips working to mark the pale skin of a long neck.

Brittany:

Brittany had grown accustomed to the butterflies that accompanied any casual “hang out” with her childhood best friend. They were usually accompanied by other feelings, but those were the kinds of things they didn’t speak about. “I’m not judging!” Brittany was quick to refute, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I’m down for whatever it takes to make you feel better.” The blonde stated, fighting back her smirk at the innuendo.

She watched on as the other girl sat up, leaning against her as she drank large mouthfuls of dark liquor. “I’m emotionally invested in Cake Week…if you don’t mind?” Brittany admitted, a sheepish smile disappearing behind the lip of the bottle she brought to her mouth against her better judgment. It appeared there wouldn’t be any legitimate studying occurring any time soon. Brittany took another drink from the bottle, in an effort to keep up pace with Santana, before handing the bottle back so she could switch the TV to The Great British Baking Show. 

She fought but lost to the urge she felt to reach out and tug Santana closer, her right arm wrapping around a hoodie-covered waist to pull her back into her lap. Pointedly not making eye contact and instead pretending to be really focused on the soothing sound of many different British accents infiltrated the otherwise quiet room, volume turned down per San’s wishes. "You smell really good..." she whispered after moments spent silently watching the Tv and passing the bottle back and forth. Her nose filled with her favorite scent.