I wouldnt let her like this. Even thu I've never saw her on that way, it hurts to know I was the guilty one. I took a deep breath, and turned on the grass to face her. For a moment, I just stared at her. And for the very first time I didn't care with what couldn't happen, I just did what my heart and body asked me to.

I touched her face. At first I kissed too softly her forehead, down her cheeks, chin, the tip of her nose, the edge of her lips…

"You never were my toy, Britt…" – I whispered, looking on a totally new way and she looked back at me. My heart was beating too fast – "I just don't know how to deal with it, it was too fast…" – I sigh, brushing my lips on your face as I talked – "You used to hate me, we used to fight, and out of nowhere I feel… this way about you…"

Brittany leant her forehead to my shoulder, breathing against my skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist, sitting on my lap. Looking too fragile.

"I am scared, San… I am scared that I am able to feel more…" – she looked at her, inches away, our breaths mixing – "I am scared…"

"I know, little thing…" – I played with her hair, closing my own eyes just feeling her presence and her warmth – "Wanna me to stay away?"

She hugged me tight, like she was answering me.

"It's the first time you call me little thing…" – she kissed my neck once again

I wouldn't disagree, I'd say I'd have called her like that earlier, but I gave up. And smiled, feeling her lips on my neck.

"I need to stop with it."

"You need. The Little thing here is you" – she smiled, biting my skin

"Prejudice?" – I smiled, trying to avoid her lips on my neck.

"Little thing…" – she said, faking me. She pulled me closer to her, tracing her tongue on my skin.

"Hmm… Britt… you aren't 'little' then and.. my neck-k…"

"I want to tease you" – she whispered, grabbing me. I could feel her heart beating faster against her chest.

"But…" – Shit! I couldn't think straight as she made me lay down back on the ground and pressed her body against mine. – "Don't tease…" – my voice didn't make an complain, instead, it was shaking… begging… and I said a few bad words to myself for letting her get everything she wanted from me.

"But its so good…" – she smiled, sucking on my skin. Suddenly, she hugged me tighter and snuggled into my arms – "I… I don't wanna you to stay away. I want you here… with me..."

"I-I… I wont leave you. I c-can't.." – I whispered, closing my eyes and letting my lips parted, as I was panting feeling all those feeling mixed.

"I don't think so now… I am sure…" – Brittany was mumbling on my skin

"Britt…"

My heart was beating like a horse's one. Shit. I wasn't caring about anything anymore. I just wanted her. I wanted to believe that everything would be ok even if she could find someone tomorrow… and forget about me.

I just wanted Brittany.

I pressed her back, forcing her chest against mine, and slowly I opened my eyes looking up at the sky, the day was pretty again, even if deep down it looked confused.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Lunch at the Evans. We were sitting next to each other on the biggest dinning room ever. Bigger than the castle one. I was still listening the speech of the Prince's father, who we were visiting and I almost smiled as I looked at a totally bored Brittany.

A Brittany who never was bored when I was her date. I nodded at Evan's mother who stared at me a bit too interested.

"Mhmmmmmm… I think he is really sweet.." – Brittany said with an ironic voice. No one beside me, noticed it. She got comfortable on her place, touching my leg with hers.

I raised my eye brown, resting my hands on the edge of the table, nodding.

"So… why he's not here?"

"Oh, Sam is visiting a friend." – his weird mother said, 'smiling' at me "But at the afternoon, I think he will be here"

"Oh! How amazing!" – Brittany exclaimed, resting her hand on my thigh. She smiled, not looking at me.

"Of course but… did he know we were coming?" – I asked disdaining

I hated the fake happiness of these kind of people. But I was asking myself what the fuck Brittany's hand was doing, but I didn't look at her.

"No, sweetie. I forgot to tell him. You know, too much subjects to solve." - she laughed. With a mother like this one, try to imagine her son. While I was trying to not laugh, Brittany's hand caressed my skin, moving up my skirt… And now she has that damn smile on her lips.

She wont do it, will she?

I moved forward, taking a deep breath "I understand" – my voice was distant and I took profit to discretely look at Brittany.

"But, Princess... How's the Queen?" – Sam's father asked, I don't exactly know his name, but he took a sip of wine as he talked.

"She is perfectly fine. She said she'd have come today but, you know, she has kingdom to take care of." – Her hand under the table was getting… Naughty. Moving to between my legs, making circular movements and always moving up.

My breath was getting heavier, but I was still with that "Its-all-okay" face.

"I've heard she is planning to travel to France"

"Yes, yes. Or maybe Italy. Mom loves that country." – And the fact that was impressing me was the fact that she was acting normal when her hand was almost there.

I hide my face on one of my hands, biting hard my lower lip. My body was shivering with her absurd touches and I was trying to focus on things that didn't let me excited, but it was impossible. Her hot hand knew what to do on my sensible spot.

"Any problem. Mrs. Lopez?" – the woman smiled at me.

"Yes, Lopez, any problem?" – Brittany's voice was low, just to me.

"Oh no no. No problem." – I said, with a forced smile. I wanted to shake Brittany for being so slut!

"So, Brittany… have you choose your fiancé already?" – the man asked, looking not interested.

"Oh, no!" – she rubbed me, moving forward. Her touch was driving me insane, she was moving her index finger up and down, like she was checking how wet I was and as I gasped, she smiled. – "There are a lot of guys… Different kinds of…" – I was about to come at nay minute. – "I have to pick the right now. As Santana tells me."

Shit! I needed to get out of here as fast as possible and ignore the orgasm being formed. I was almost biting my tongue to don't let any sound leave my lips. I wanted her to keep doing what she was doing but not in front of the parents of one of her suitor.

Oh God… your hand…

"Hmmm... Yes.." – I said, rolling my eyes, my breath cutting.- "I have to… ah… That's the most important part of my job…"

"No one asked you anything, Hottie." – Brittany whispered, scratching my thighs with her nails – "Mrs. Evans, do you mind if I take her to the bathroom? She doesn't look well…"

"Of course, sweetie. Feel free." – the woman smile.

"Thanks! – She stood up, setting herself straight and controlling herself to don't grab me there, right way.

She pulled my chair, and at the moment I really considered run away but no. I just smiled as she placed her arm around my waist, like I needed help to walk. We left the dining room and she walked thru the corridor, without say a word. We got on a bathroom all green from the ground to the ceiling and Brittany locked the door.

"You are so slutty, My god!" – I said almost crying. I locked her body with my own, feeling the lust taking over me as I placed my hands on the wall behind her – "Couldn't you wait?!"

"It was –so- boring…" – she pulled me closer, kissing me roughly as her hands moved all way up to the back of my neck. Her lips were desirous, her tongue was demanding and her touch was setting me on fire. She moved her lips away to my cheek, and then to my neck. Hm… she liked to tease- "So boring…"

"And Do I take away the annoyment?" – I closed my eyes, letting my head tits to the opposite side from where her lips were. She brushed her wet bottom lip on my skin, teasing me, as her teeth just played with my skin, causing me goose bumps.

I wanted her to do everything she wanted to, with me because on each touch was like I was on fire.

"Take off…" – she mumbled, gasping. "Take your shirt off…" – she said with a husky voice this turn.

She helped me, anxious and right way, her lips were on my skin, on flames as she moved down my body. I looked up at the ceiling moaning, feeling her teeth on my shoulder, her hand between our bodies moving down to my breasts.

"Oh crap Brittany… Here?" – I rolled my eyes staring at her, my desire all over my face.

I shouldn't have asked.