A/N: Okay a new fic and to those who are reading Walking with the Dead, I haven't disowned it. I'm just stuck, but there will be more.
But yes new fic and this will be smmutty one shots, you'll see, it's all about them obviously :)
Please review and let me know your thought and feelings.
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December 24th 2012 8:30pm
Brittany always loved New York at Christmas. She loved all the lights, the people and the atmosphere that engulfed the City. She loved this holiday. Every year she'd always think of all the things her parents did for her and her younger sister, Abby, when they were little. How their dad would get up extra early on Christmas morning, put on his one-size-too-large work boots and walk through the snow, telling them Santa had been out there just hours before. How her, her sister and her mom would, on Christmas Eve, leave out cookies and milk for Santa, not forgetting the carrots for the reindeer.
Then as is tradition, they as a family would watch all their favourite Christmas movies before going to bed. How the sisters try to stay up to catch a glimpse of the wonderful man in the red suit who would bring everything they asked for in their letters that their Grandfather had promised he sent to Santa in the North Pole.
As she got older it never lost its magic for the blonde girl. Even though she was old enough to know Santa was actually mom and dad and how she didn't leave out the cookies or the milk anymore. She still had the memories and the traditions of her childhood. The only real difference to her Christmases is that she now spends them in New York. Now she has Santana as her girlfriend.
The traditions are the same but they're different at the same time. Yes, they still watch Christmas movies on Christmas Eve, but now they are different movies from the ones she would have watched all those years ago. Yes, she still got the gifts she wanted at Christmas from her girlfriend and family, but she didn't write it in a letter to Santa.
Yeah, she loved Christmas and everything about it but right now, as she walked down the pathway with her girlfriend, she was terrified. She knows what she wants to do; she can feel the velvet box getting heavier in her pocket with each step. She just needs the right moment. It must be perfect. She already found the perfect girl and the perfect ring. She just needs to find the perfect time. Central park really is beautiful on Christmas Eve.
Looking to the left at the person who has fingers laced with her own, she smiles. She can't help the warmth in her chest as she looks at the beautiful Latina next to her and the way the light flurry of snow contrasts with her gorgeous tan skin. The shy smile, bright eyes and the hint of a blush as she catches the blonde watching her, makes Brittany's heart beat a mile a minute. She's never been so in love with anyone like she loves Santana. Not that she would want to be in love with anyone but her. No one could ever compare to her Santana no matter how hard they tried.
"Brittany, stop…" Santana said, shyly looking away from her girlfriend.
Brittany grinned and leaned over to kiss her cheek before leading Santana towards the Bow Bridge in Central Park. They stood on the bridge and overlooked the lake full of nostalgia. They can both remember being here just over 2 years ago on Brittany's 21st birthday. She remembers how Santana kissed her for the first time and how she ran off to buy her ice cream. Unbeknown to her at the time that the chocolate ice cream was in fact Brittany's favourite. It may seem silly, remembering ice cream being bought for you, but its little things like being bought ice cream or a key chain you said you liked once, that makes waiting for the big things much more worthwhile.
This is the place she wants to do it. It seems fitting, the place where a new chapter in their lives began and their lives changed for the better. Now, she gets to do it again. Back in the same place to start a new chapter with the woman she loves.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, seeing her own breath due to the cold temperatures, she turns and looks at the beautiful woman next to her. Smiling softly she wonders how she got so lucky to have such a gorgeous, caring woman to be her girlfriend.
"You're staring." Santana says, a small smile playing on her lips. She turns to face the blonde, staring deep into the blue orbs she adores so much.
Clearing her throat she looks back into Santana's eyes. "I'm not staring. I'm simply admiring you and wondering how I got so damn lucky." She wraps her arms around the brunette's waist and holds her close, trying to protect her from the cold.
Santana ducks her head down and buries her face in Brittany's neck; bring her arms around her, as she feels her face heat up. "I'm the lucky one." She whispers. They stay like that for a while, it could be minutes or it could be hours, but both girls were content to just hold each other in the snow and keep each other warm.
"Brittany, your heart is beating really fast. Are you okay?" Pulling back from her spot at the blonde's neck, she puts her hand over her heart and looks into her eyes.
"I'm scared." She admits looking away from Santana
Furrowing her eyebrows, she holds her closer if it were even possible. "What are you scared of, baby?" she whispers lovingly.
Shaking her head, she sighs and untangles herself from Santana. She's starting to get nervous and she can feel Santana's eyes on her and it's not helping. She faces her again and smiles taking her hands. "Santana, I love you."
A smile tugs at the brunettes lips and her nose scrunched. "I love you too, Britt"
The blonde giggled at her girlfriend and kissed her nose causing it to scrunch up again. "I know you do, but let me get this out."
The brunette looked at her girlfriend with confusion in her eyes but nods for her to continue.
"Santana, I love you." She released a deep breath and looked deep into Santana's chocolate brown eyes. "I love you and I want to spend every day showing you just how much because no words could ever describe just how much you mean to me."
Brittany put her hand in her jean pocket, pulled out the velvet box and got down on one knee in the snow. Santana gasped and threw her hand over her mouth. She knew where this was going and the tears had already started forming in her eyes and threatened to spill over.
"You mean the world to me Santana, and I want to spend the rest of my life giving myself to you and receiving you in return. You're beautiful and caring and you're so amazing to me." Brittany opened up the box and revealed a beautiful platinum diamond ring from Tiffany's. "So, I was wondering, if you would do the honour of becoming my wife."
Santana knew what she wanted to say, but she was so in shock all she could do was stand there and stare at the beautiful ring and woman in front of her. If Brittany was nervous before, she's really nervous now. "Tana?"
Santana dove on top of Brittany, successfully knocking them both into the cold snow. She planted kisses on Brittany's forehead, her cheeks, down her nose and she chin before capturing her bottom lips between both her full ones. "Yes, yes, yes!" She kept whispering against her lips in between kisses. Pulling back slightly she looks into the blue orbs she adores so much. "A million times yes. Yes, Britt, I will marry you."
"So that's a yes?" She said smirking at Santana, whipping away her happy tears.
"Yes, you dork. I love you Britt." She grinned.
"I love you too. Although can we get up out of the snow now?"
Santana quickly jumped off of Brittany and held out her hands to help her up. After they were both upright Brittany grabbed Santana by the hand and began leading her back to their apartment.
December 24th 2012 11:15pm
Santana has her arms wrapped around Brittany's waist from behind, placing sloppy kisses to her neck as she struggles to get the door open in her aroused state. "Baby, stop. I can't get the fucking door open." She growls through her heavy breathing.
"Fucking hurry up, Britt. I need you." She rasps in her ear before she continues her assault on her fiancée's neck. Brittany finally gets her key in the lock and swings open the door. Grabbing Santana, she spins her around slamming her back against the now closed door.
Arousal shoots straight to Santana's core. She loves when Brittany becomes dominant but this is different. Brittany is looking at her like she's the best thing ever. Santana pulls Brittany down and crashes their lips together. She opens her mouth allowing Brittany to deepen the kiss. Their tongues duelling in a fierce battle.
Santana pushed off the door and began walking down the hallway of their apartment past the kitchen and into their living room. Brittany frantically pulling off Santana's shirt and then her own the whole time before bringing their lips together again in a heated kiss. Once they reached the sofa Santana pushed Brittany down and crawled on top of her, lying flush against her body. Brittany reached behind Santana undoing her bra, watching as Santana sits up to discard the offending item. Brittany follows after her throwing her own bra across the room and swiftly taking a tanned nipple into her mouth swirling her tongue around the hardening bud. She gives the same attention to the other before looking up to her fiancée. God, she'll never get tired of that and she knows it.
Santana is her fiancée;today couldn't make her any happier. Pulling her from her thoughts is a warm hand on her cheek and Santana's loving smile. "What are you think of, mi amor?"
Wrapping her arms around the brunettes' waist, she leans forward and places a kiss on her dimple. "Just how happy you make me. How about you? Are you happy, Tana?" She says with a shy smile.
"I'm very happy, Britt." Leaning forward she captures the blondes lips in a loving kiss. Deepening the kiss Brittany moves her hand down to undo the button and zip on Santana's jeans. She slides her hand into the Latinas underwear, feeling through her wet folds and rubbing her clit.
"God, Brittany. I need you inside." She says through her moaning. Brittany swiftly slips two fingers inside of Santana and begins pumping in and out. Santana's hips begin to buck uncontrollably into her hand and she can feel her walls contracting around her fingers, a tell-tale sign that she's close. She curls her fingers inside of Santana and swirls her thumb around her clit.
"I love you, Santana." She says looking into her fiancées eyes as she watches her fall apart in her lap. Santana is shaking uncontrollably and moaning loudly into Brittany's ear, her orgasm lasting longer than usual. She wraps her arms around the blonde's neck, holding on as though she were going to float away at any moment. Brittany pulls her hand out of her pants and turns them so they are facing each other on the couch.
"Te amo." She breathes out trying to steady her wild heart. Santana rests her head on her blonde's chest, sighing contently. "Britt, it's Christmas!" She says, looking at the clock on the mantelpiece.
Glancing at the clock, Brittany turns back to Santana kissing her firmly on the lips. "Merry Christmas, San."
Smirking, the brunette flips Brittany onto her back once more and begins kissing down her stomach. "Let me give you a little gift earlier than expected." She unbuttons the blonde's jeans, and pulls them down her long toned, dancer legs. She quickly kicks off her own before hooking her fingers in Brittany's panties and yanking them off.
She kisses her way back up Brittany's thigh before licking her way up her drenched folds. Brittany cries out in pleasure when she feels Santana lap at her clit. Brittany's hips buck unexpectedly as Santana thrusts her tongue inside causing her to wrap her arms around the blonde's waist, keeping her still.
"Oh, oh fuck… San." The blonde moans loudly. Santana withdraws her tongue only to be replaced by her fingers curling inside her. Her lips wrap around her clit, sucking hard. She feels Brittany still beneath her and with one last curl of her fingers the blonde is falling apart and coming hard.
She slowly brings the blonde down from her high and begins kissing her way back up her body again. She lies flush against the blonde, their bodies fitting together like a jigsaw. Simply perfect. Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's waist as the brunette settles her head on her chest.
She feels Santana's breathing even out, knowing she has fallen asleep. Smiling, she places a kiss on her forehead and whispers in her ear before falling asleep herself. "Merry Christmas, Santana."
A/N 2: Well, there you have it. Lemme know what you think & thanks for reading :)