Brittany is in paradise. Both literally and figuratively. First, she's in a deluxe suite of one of the most luxurious hotels in Hawaii. Second, she's knuckle deep inside the love of her life. So, yeah, even though her right arm is starting to get sore from exertion and her left arm is numb from keeping the majority of her weight off of Santana, Brittany's feeling pretty good right now. Brittany starts thrusting her hips against her wrist to help ease the strain and it has the added benefit of pushing her deeper into her girlfriend's center, or as Brittany likes to think of it, heaven. Santana moans deeply at the new pressure and throws her legs around Brittany's waist. She's clinging onto Brittany's shoulders for dear life and thrusting her hips in time with Brittany's fingers and throwing her head back while letting out more of those delicious moans and … god, Brittany loves her.
Brittany's never been good with words, but in moments like this, she thinks she could write enough poems to fill an anthology. She could write full sonnets on the flutter of Santana's eyelashes as Brittany twists her fingers just so, odes to the arch of her back as Brittany circles her clit with her thumb. There should be full on epic poetry written about every fiber of Santana's being and Brittany tries her hardest to show the full extent of her love for Santana when her words fail her.
"Fuck, Britt, please," Santana gasps. There's a hint of a whine that Brittany can never resist when Santana's this close, so she starts tapping that spot inside of Santana that always makes her eyes roll back while pressing down on her clit. Santana tenses, her walls squeezing Brittany's fingers so hard, she starts to lose feeling in them. Santana's eyes stare into hers, so dark they're almost black, and Brittany's name slips from Santana's lips. It sounds like benediction. The entirety of Santana's climax is too much for Brittany and her hips thrust once more, her clit hitting her wrist and sending her over the edge, gasping Santana's name into her neck. Her arm finally gives out and she collapses on top of Santana, exhausted. They lay there for a while, Brittany's head on Santana's heaving chest and her fingers still buried deep inside Santana's still trembling heat. Santana has always needed some recovery time before Brittany could remove herself, but she doesn't mind. Brittany thinks she could stay like this forever.
But she can't. Tomorrow, they're headed to New York to officially start their lives together. Santana had managed to get her job back at the diner and Brittany had arranged a deal with MIT where she could study remotely, only traveling to Boston once a week. They were going to live with Mercedes, but since Kurt and Blaine apparently drive each other crazy when they live together (not a good omen for their impending marriage, in Brittany's opinion), Blaine has moved in with Mercedes and dragged Sam along with him. So, Rachel and Kurt offered to share the loft with them. Santana acts like she's annoyed at having to room with them again, but Brittany can tell she's secretly excited. Brittany will never understand why Santana wants to be friends with them so badly. It's clear they still don't trust Santana after all these years, even though she's tried so hard to prove to them she's changed.
In fact, they only seem to want Santana's friendship if they can benefit from it in some way. For instance, the reason they're going to New York tomorrow is so they can be back in time for Rachel's opening night. Rachel had spent these past few months ignoring all contact from Santana, but as soon as she had a date for opening night, suddenly it would be a great show of camaraderie and support for Santana to come. Since Santana actually cares about the people in glee club, she responded that there was no way she would miss it. Brittany just melts when Santana shows her soft side, so she agreed to put an end to their extended vacation. Brittany wishes she could be as excited as Santana is to go back, but really, these last few months have been amazing. Just Santana and her, living on various island paradises, no glee club drama in sight. Brittany was serious when she first asked Santana to run away with her. Sure, she misses Lord Tubbington like crazy and, as much as they sometimes embarrass her, she misses her parents, too. But if this extended vacation has proven anything to Brittany, it's that she could happily spend the rest of her life alone, as long as Santana is by her side.
From her position on Santana's chest, Brittany sighs. She's not ready for this to end. Carefully, she slides her fingers out of Santana and shifts off of her. Like a choreographed dance, Santana immediately rolls over, throws her arm around Brittany's waist, and cuddles into her side. Brittany sighs again, this time out of contentment. She runs her fingers through Santana's hair and Santana melts further into her. She tries not to think about how everything's going to change now that they have to return to the real world.
"You keep scrunching your face like that, it's going to freeze that way, Britt-Britt," Santana reaches up and rubs at the wrinkles between Brittany's eyebrows. Brittany can't help but smile a little at Santana's cuteness.
"I was just thinking about everything we have to take care of when we get back. I wish we could just stay like this forever," Brittany concentrates on stroking Santana's arm. Santana sighs.
"I know, babe. I've never been happier than I've been these last few months. But we've completely run out of money and my dad isn't going to keep paying for all these upscale hotels. We've got to get back, get a good foundation for our future," Santana sits up a little, smirking slightly. "Because I intend on giving my future wife everything her heart desires and I can't do that if we're living in a cardboard box."
Brittany bites her lip to keep her smile from growing too big. Since they've met, she's known Santana is the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with and it's nice when Santana acknowledges that she feels the same way. And Santana's right, to have the future she can see so clearly, they need to start somewhere. Brittany supposes New York is as good a place to start as any. She nods and reaches over to turn off the bedside lamp.
"You always know just what to say to ease my mind." She and Santana get situated under the covers, tangled together as always. As she drifts off to sleep, Brittany thinks that maybe paradise is actually wherever Santana is.