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Did you know that here at Hogwarts...

Who: Santana and Brittany
Where: Slytherin dungeons
When: whatever night is before Hogsmeade
Rating: ...R?
Summary: Brittany sneaks into Slytherin. That's about it.
The Story:

They didn't do it every night.

Just...most. It was hardly their fault they were in different Houses. And Professor Buckingham has always been so kind in looking the other way, which made it so very easy for Santana to sneak out, or to sneak Brittany in.

Tonight, it's a sneaking-Brittany-in-day. Mainly because Santana's hobby of torturing Finn backfired, and he backed out of letting her into Hufflepuff. Idiot. Just wait until she repays him for that.

Anyway! Santana slips out of the dorm, makes her way to the common room, and sits. There's still a couple minutes before Brittany's due to get there (the dungeons, like a sewer system, can be a little confusing), and looking out at the underside of the lake at night is always actually kind of cool.

Not that she'll mention it much.

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That last turn will forever throw her off; it shouldn't be so hard to remember right, not left but neither path is visually distinguishable as the correct one so Brittany has just learned to close her eyes and let her motor memory carry her forward. Almost on the dot (the dot always being 5 minutes late) she shows up outside of the Slytherin dormitory.

As per usual she's got a disillusionment charm cast on her to aid with making it around from the basement to the dungeons. Her wand is kept raised, ready to despell its effects once Santana comes and looks outside for her.

Tick tock tick tock wow that green glow from the lake is pretty--oh, it's time.

She goes to the doors, opens it a crack. Just enough to look out to make sure Brittany's there, though she's never really missed a date.

It's very cool everywhere in Slytherin, but the outer halls in the dungeons are even colder. Santana can almost see her breath.

The door slides ajar, just enough for Brittany to catch her girlfriend peering shrewdly out into the corridor. "Santana," she whispers and waves, at first forgetting that she still can't be properly seen. By the time she remembers she's already walked straight up to the door.

Dispelling the charm causes her to literally appear right before Santana's eyes. She grins sheepishly.

That makes Santana jump, but not as much as she would if this same thing hadn't happened before. Shaking her head, but smiling, she pulls Brittany in.

They have to whisper in the common room, but Santana can never resist sticking around for a couple minutes. Brittany standing in the slight glow from the lake is veela-gorgeous, and Santana just has to kiss her.

Having done that, she says, "Shall we?" with a giggle.

She likes the sneaking around. It's fun.

Brittany's knees feel wobbly like they're made out of jelly whenever Santana up and kisses her like that. "I'm ready," she confirms, sounding more than a little breathless.

Before she lets Santana lead her away, she makes sure to wave out the window in case the Giant Squid is anywhere nearby watching.

As long as the Giant Squid is not watching the bedrooms, Santana's cool with it.

Anyway.

It's a short trip to said bedrooms, and Santana shuts the door behind them. Thanks to certain charms, the room is a little warmer than the rest of the House, but still cool enough for cozy blankets and the warmth of another body. If you're lucky enough to have that option, anyway.

Completely ignoring her roommate(s), Santana hops onto her own bed.

"Gonna join me?"

"Mmhm." Now that they're in the relative safety of Santana's room, she lets herself take a moment to just breathe and look around. No matter how many times she comes down here, Brittany is always just a little flabbergasted by how different things are between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Not for the first time does she wonder what the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw common rooms look like and whether their dormitories are all super different too.

Dropping her bundle of things into the middle of Santana's bed, Brittany carefully clambers up onto the mattress after it. She waits for Santana to close the heavy curtains, blocking them from sight, before casting a slew of silencing charms to help ensure their privacy through the night.

Santana just - sort of watches as Brittany works. She knows the other girl has a unique world she carries around in her head, and she knows that most people don't get or appreciate it the way they should. Certain stupid professors, especially.

So Santana always gets a little thrill, seeing Brittany make some charms her bitch.

"Pyjama time," Brittany happily declares, once she's done and knows it to be safe. She reaches down to the side of her skirt first, undoing the zipper so she can shimmy out and be left sitting in only her sweatervest and boyshort panties in the middle of Santana's bed. The sweatervest doesn't stay for long however; just moments later she's stretching to pull it over her head and off, exposing the slender curve of her spine and strong back muscles in the process.

Since the bra she wore today is the kind that snaps in the front, that gets quickly divested too. She pauses a moment and relishes the rush of cool air against her bare skin. Wearing so many layers can be a total drag at times and it's nice to be free of them and slipping into something far more comfortable.

For pyjamas, Brittany usually only means a simple tanktop but down here in the dungeons where the damp seeps and even heavy cuddling is sometimes not enough by itself, she typically dons an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts. Or, in the winter, even heavy flannel bottoms sometimes. Tonight is a bit chilly but not overtly cold in Santana's room and she plans on stealing from her girlfriend's body heat anyway. So she foregoes the shorts and just crawls up under the covers wearing only her t-shirt and panties. All the other clothes get folded neatly back up and shoved off to the corner somewhere.

Santana watches the show with no small amount of interest. It's only after Brittany's done and cozy under the blankets that she gives an exaggerated pout.

"You're too fast," she says, and promptly ruins the effect by grinning again. She catches up a little by getting rid of her socks and shoes and her own sweatervest, and is left in just her bra and skirt.

"Skirt still hot?" she asks innocently.

"Duh," Brittany breathed out in obvious awe, no less impressed with her girlfriend's body than the day she first caught a glimpse. "I bet they never figured when they designed it that somebody would come along and make it look as hot as you."

She smiled a bit coyly then, wanting nothing more than to reach out and run her fingers against the grain of Santana's clearly-defined abs. But she resisted, merely watching from afar.

"Does that mean you want me to leave it on?" she asks, her hand stilling at the zipper. She's teasing, but she figures either answer could be fun.

Brittany quickly shakes her head, as though afraid Santana might actually be serious. "Not uh," she firmly rejects the idea -- and this time her hand does reach out, to cover Santana's own, squeezing.

Santana grins, and works down the zipper with Brittany's hand still covering hers. Then she pushes the skirt down and off, and she's not even able to wait any longer--she flops onto her stomach in nothing but her underwear, her side against Brittany's. Brushing her hand through her girlfriend's hair, Santana makes a sound of pure contentment.

"I'm seriously gonna get cold soon, but it just feels so good to lay next to you, you know?"

Which is unspeakably sappy, but also true.

(Plus, she was on her feet a lot that day.)

"Mm," Brittany hums in agreement, while staring up at the canopy top -- just barely resisting the urge to shut her eyes with the relaxing way Santana is working her fingers through her long blonde hair. "... If you get under the covers though, I can keep you warm. Best of both worlds," she finishes with a whisper and not a little smirk.

Santana smiles, pressing a kiss against Brittany's shoulder.

"I keep telling you you're a genius."

Fine, fine, she'll move again, slipping under the covers without bothering with pajamas. And now she will just move until she has a leg between Brittany's, an arm across Brittany's middle.

Mmm, cozy.

"See? Lots better," Brittany mumbles against the crook of Santana's neck, having instantly turned and burrowed in as close as possible to her girlfriend. She breathes in deeply, relishing the faintest hint of her own perfume on the other's skin. "I love you so much."

Santana kind of thinks she doesn't even need the blankets anymore, because wow, whenever Brittany says those words, it fills her with the kind of warm fuzzies Muggle romantic comedies only dream of.

"I love you, too," she murmurs, dropping more kisses wherever she can reach. She's in that weird limbo where she kind of wants to make out and fool around, but she's so comfortable that she doesn't mind...not.

Brittany instinctively rolls her head back, allowing Santana better access to the line of her jaw. "You can't sleep in your bra, silly," she reminds the other, giggling as her lips graze over a particularly sensitive spot. "You'll wake up with marks."

"Mm. Gross." Santana scoots even closer to her girlfriend. "Can you reach?"

Because why do it herself when she has someone super hot to do it for her?

Brittany slings an arm around to Santana's back and begins feeling for the clasp. She finds it before long and her nimble fingers quickly succeed in undoing it. With one hand like that, it's definitely a much-practised talent as Santana will very well know. "Lift," she instructs, already working on sliding it down from her girlfriend's shoulders.

Santana does so, moving her arms just enough to get them free of the straps, then they go right back where they were before. Well, almost. Somehow her hand has found its way under Brittany's shirt to rest on her abs, oops. How ever did that happen?

"Feel better already."

Santana's fingers are nice and cool in contrast to her own warm, flushed skin. Brittany releases a happy sigh. "I can't wait for tomorrow," she confides, licking her lips. "We're going to have so much fun. And I can finally get more Sugar Quills." More than that they tasted good, she always enjoyed being able to tease Santana from across the room in class, with a less-than-subtle flick of her wet pink tongue.

Santana breathes a laugh.

"You just want to be able to drive me crazy in class again," she says, thumb rubbing circles on Brittany's stomach. "Mm, but yeah, it'll be fun. We should definitely stop in the Quidditch store."

Especially because there's a nice alley nearby they can duck into.

"I need some more polish for my broom," Brittany easily agrees, while absently dragging her nails up and down Santana's back. "And maybe some new gloves." She's not even thinking of that alleyway, although she certainly won't object when the time comes.

"Me too," she says, a little hitch in her voice from Brittany's nails. She moves up a little so she can land her next kiss on the mouth. She keeps it brief, light, just in case Brittany's not into it.

Sometimes they actually just sleep, after all.

Brittany's arms come up to encircle Santana's neck then, holding her loosely in place; it's apparent she has no desire to just roll over and sleep. Not yet anyway. However when their lips do part, she wonders randomly aloud: "I wonder if it's safe for Charity to have some Every Flavor Beans? I want to buy her something too but I don't know what chickens like. Well, besids corn and bugs. Mike Chang told me last week he thinks he got an ant-flavored bean 'cause it tasted just like the time he was picking apples with Tina and he looked up at the wrong time and an ant fell right in his mouth, and I know I've definitely had the buttered maize kind before..."

After a little sigh, Santana replies, "I don't think they'd be good for chickens. Even the corn and bug kind."

She says all that with her face buried in Brittany's shoulder. So easily distracted, her girlfriend...

"Oh... Okay." Brittany sounds a little put out by this answer and she blows out a puff of air in a long sigh, disturbing the swoop of her bangs. But with Santana practically laying across her by now, her brain soon reroutes her back to the original matter at hand. "I never got to thank you after Potions today."

"Oh, you were gonna thank me?" Santana echos playfully, and goes back to placing kisses on Brittany's shoulder. And neck. And anywhere else she can.

"Mmhm." Brittany's grin is not without a hint of mischief. "But I think it's better this way 'cause now I get to do this..." She trails off, willing herself not to get too distracted by Santana's sweet ladykisses. A moment later she rolls over, attempting to take her girlfriend with her, intending to pin her flat against the mattress.

Santana lets it happen, giggling. She doesn't really lay flat, though; her legs automatically go to wrap around Brittany's hips.

"So my thank-you is being held down and unable to move?" she asks, mock-serious, then waits a beat before adding, "Sounds good."

As she gazes down at Santana, Brittany's eyes are impossibly clear and full of love; she wears her heart unrepentantly on her sleeve, and it beats in double time. "Ssh," she murmurs, nuzzling into the crook of Santana's neck then, teeth skimming over sensitive skin until she lightly nips down over her girlfriend's throbbing pulsepoint.

Santana, always the one to challenge and do the opposite of what someone says, completely obeys and stops talking. She gives a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. Brittany's touch is like magic, making her happy to just see how things go. It's difficult for her to not be the aggressor in some way, but not with Brittany.

With Brittany, she doesn't have to be anything but herself.

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I want you to know I resisted on using the line "soothe the savage snake" here. be proud.