It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

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Who: moretalented and iwannabedirty
When: Sunday afternoon, December 19 2010
Where: Brittany's house
What: Annual Christmas cookie baking
Rating: NC-17 for girl-on-girl sex

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Every year, when winter break came round, Santana and Brittany had their certain traditions. One of these traditions was baking. While Santana wasn't much of a baker, Brittany always seemed to enjoy it, but she did have a little trouble getting the recipes straight -- which was where Santana came in.

This year, they weren't on the best of terms. They were friends, even after Santana's freak-out during their duets challenge in Glee, but things still weren't quite the same. Santana liked to think they were getting better, but truthfully, Brittany spent a lot more time with Artie outside of school these days than she did Santana. Santana was hoping that winter break would be her chance to set things right and, if she was lucky, get Brittany to ditch Wheels and come back to her.

Wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt she wouldn't mind getting dirty, Santana made her way to Brittany's about ten minutes after the blonde called. She was excited and walked right into the Pierce house (after so many years, it was like a second home) when she arrived, calling out, "Britt!" as she moved into the living room to crash on the couch.

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Brittany finished eating, reaching for a cookie as Santana laid her head over on her shoulder. She smiled at the familiarity of it and bit into the Santa shaped cookie. "These are really good." She mused. "Here, taste!" She handed it over for Santana to take a bite.

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Santana laughed and took a bite, as instructed. "Mmm, they are good," she agreed. "Don't eat them all, babe. I promised Puck some, and you...have to save some for Santa when Christmas Eve comes." Saying that felt as weird as ever, but Brittany's parents have always asked her to play along, so she does.

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Brittany stopped chewing and frowned at the mention of her taking some of their cookies to Puck. Those were their cookies! And she'd just said she wasn't seeing Puck anymore. Laying her cookie back on the tray, she leaned back against her pillow, frown still on her face. "Okay." She said. True she was leaving cookies out for Santa, but that didn't mean she wanted Puck to have any. "I should save some for Artie too."

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Santana cringed a bit. Mentioning Puck hadn't been the smartest idea, but she really had promised him cookies. Platonically. She didn't plan on going over there to fuck him. "No, baby, it's okay. These are ours." She could make some for Puck on her own, if she really wanted to, but she probably wouldn't. Her jealousy flared when Brittany mentioned Artie and she knew she had to fix this. She moved to set the tray on the ground before she pressed her lips to Brittany's, trying to make her frown go away. "I'm sorry I mentioned Puck. I meant it when I said I didn't want to see him anymore. But I want to be his friend. I just don't want to see him...like this. Like I'm seeing you." She gently tugged the sheets down to Brittany's waist, pressing kisses on her breasts.

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Brittany's frown stayed in place, even as Santana said the cookies were theirs and leaned over to remove the tray from her lap. Santana's lips were on her own and she met her eyes as she pulled back and apologized about Puck. It was hard to keep a frown in place when she was saying she was sorry and kissing her where she was. Brittany's hands moved up to wind into Santana's hair and she gasped at the feeling. "I don't want you to see him like this either." Brittany whispered. "And I don't want him to see you like this."

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"He won't, Brittany. I'm yours," Santana said softly, taking off her shirt and sliding on top of Brittany. "I know this seems out of nowhere and weird for me... But, B, I hate seeing you with Artie. He's nice or whatever, but it made me see how fucking stupid I was to do what I did to you. I want you. Only you. Always have." She kissed Brittany's lips.

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Brittany's heart started to race when Santana told her she was hers. Her hands came up to rest on the girl's waist as she slid over on top of her. She met her eyes, listening as Santana told her how much she hated seeing her with Artie. That gave her a little rush of excitement, knowing Santana was jealous. "You really mean that?" She couldn't help still feeling a little insecure about it all.

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"I mean it," Santana said sincerely, meeting Brittany's eyes. "It took me a long time to realize it, but I mean it." She couldn't say 'I love you', wouldn't dare so soon, but it was implied, as she leaned in and kissed Brittany again.

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"Good." Brittany replied, her eyes falling closed as she deepened the kiss. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

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Santana smiled into the kiss, kissing Brittany deeply back for a few moments. She pulled away to slide off her sweatpants before lifting the sheet to get on top of Brittany and feel skin against skin. She sighed happily, kissing her again and pressing her center forward, against the blonde's.

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Brittany watched as Santana slid the sweatpants from her body. God her body was so amazing. Brittany bit her bottom lip as the sheet was pulled from her and Santana slipped on top of her again. A groan of pleasure left her as their lips met and she felt the girl's hips roll against her own, their centers pressing together. "Mmm." She said, against the brunette's lips, hands coming up to run down her back. "That feels good."

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Santana shivered just a bit when Brittany's hands ran down her back. She smirked against Brittany's lips, rolling her hips again, groaning at the feel of Brittany against her. "Fuck, it feels amazing," she whispered. She ran her fingers down Brittany's cheeks, looking into blue eyes. "Up for another round?" she asked softly.

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Brittany moaned as Santana's hips rolled against hers again. Her eyes met chocolate brown ones and she bit her lip, nodding her head. "Like you have to ask." She whispered, pulling her in for another kiss.

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Santana grinned and kissed Brittany passionately, thrusting gently against Brittany and starting a rhythm.

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Brittany wrapped her legs around Santana's waist so they could have a better angle. Her fingernails sank into the skin of the girl's shoulders as she thrust against her, feeling the heat of their cores as they connected.

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Santana's whole body felt like it was on fire again, and she groaned when she felt Brittany's fingernails in her shoulders. She put a hand on either side of Brittany's head to brace herself, kissing down her jawline as she thrust harder against the blonde. God, she felt like a guy doing this, but it felt so fantastically good that she didn't really care.

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Brittany pressed her head back further into her pillow as Santana continued to thrust against her. It felt so good. She was moving her hips in perfect rhythm with the brunette, tilting her head back to allow her more access as she kissed along her jawline. "Oh God, baby." Brittany whispered, eyes rolling closed as her stomach clenched with desire. "That feels so good. Please don't stop."

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Santana's whole body erupted in tingles at Brittany's words and her stomach tightened as she pressed herself hard against Brittany. "Don't plan on stopping," Santana murmured in reply, her lips returning to the mark she'd left on Brittany's neck and sucking hard.

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"Good." Brittany whispered, tightening her hold on the girl as Santana pressed against her again. Her own hips were still keeping that same rhythm. Brittany gasped, moaning again as Santana's lips found her neck, going back to work on that mark she'd left early. How was she even going to explain that? Right now, she didn't even care. She just wanted this.

[iwannabedirty]

Still keeping her rhythm, Santana kissed her way down Brittany's throat to her collarbone, nibbling there before moving down and sucking one of Brittany's nipples into her mouth.

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Brittany's hands wound into Santana's hair and she gasped as she felt the girl's mouth on her breast. Her hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting upward.

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Santana pulled her mouth off Brittany's breast and groaned. "Oh God, B," she hissed. She curled her fingers in the sheets and shifted to the other breast. She was getting closer and closer, and she wanted Brittany to come with her.

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Brittany's stomach clenched at Santana's words and she moaned as her lips closed over the other nipple. She was so close, it would only be a matter of seconds. "I'm so close." She whispered, hoping she wasn't the only one. "Come here." Brittany said, pulling her up so she could see her. She wanted to be looking in her eyes when her orgasm hit.

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Santana allowed Brittany to pull her up and she rested her forehead against the blonde's, meeting her eyes. She had such beautiful eyes... "Just a little longer," she whispered. She thrust forward once more, gasping when her clit hit Brittany's and she started to come undone. "Come for me, babe."

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Brittany met Santana's eyes and fought hard not to let her own roll back as she felt the immense pleasure coursing through her. Santana thrust forward once more and Brittany felt that familiar feeling start to build. "Come for me, babe." The Latina's words washed over her and she moaned, nodding her head against Santana's forehead. "I am. Oh God, I am." She managed to say as she started coming completely undone.