Baby, Come Back To Bed
She wished every morning could be like this. She awoke not to the sound of her alarm clock hammering away, but to the sound of birds chirping and the feel of the sun's rays gently caressing her face. She stretched her body full until she heard a satisfying pop. After last night's events, she needed more than a good stretch. With these memories still fresh in her mind, a gentle smile played upon her lips. She had definitely pushed the bounds of her stamina, but of course she was still able to perform. It was in her blood.
Sighing softly, she gently pushed herself off of the bed and headed to the window with the sunlight streaming through the blinds. Clothed in nothing but a smile, she took in the scenery before her. In the park below, children were running around, screaming with delight that only the young could muster. Dogs ran freely, ever enticed by the game of fetch. All in all, it was a beautiful morning. The sudden moan that came from her bed made her smile widen.
The purest blonde hair she had ever laid eyes on ran rivulets down her dark pillow, the sharp contrast further exaggerating the beauty before her. A slight gasp escaped her lips when she met the eyes of said beauty. Crystal blue, clearer than the seas themselves, met with chocolate brown.
"San, what are you doing up? Baby, come back to bed." The tone that was used was soft, full of love. In this husky tone lingered the lack of sleep, remnants of the night before, and promises of tonight. Before Santana was able to make her over to the bed, another head popped up from beneath the dark blanket, and a voice clear as the sound of ringing bells made itself present.
"Mmm, S. Come back to bed. We need time to recuperate after the workout you gave us last night." While Brittany's eyes rivaled the beauty of the seas, Quinn's eyes did much of the same to any pure cut emerald. Santana was almost positive that there was no difference. Right now these magnificent eyes were pleading with her, begging her just to come back to bed. Before Santana was about to respond, yet another face made an appearance from beneath her blankets.
Dark chocolate tresses blended perfectly with the light mocha skin before her. Once again, she was lulled by a voice that would make angels envious.
"Santana, I implore you. Please come back to the bed. It just simply isn't the same without you."
Santana had found the perfect use for Rachel's tongue that never quite seemed to sit still. Life was grand. The sun was shining, there were three beautiful, and very naked women waiting for her. What the hell was she waiting for?
But wait. Something was off. She stopped herself from cannon balling into the pool of nakedness when she noticed more movement from beneath the covers. Four women? There was no way. A smile grew on her face and a twinkle lit up her eyes. Before she could scream with joy, she was cut off by the sight before her. Her scream of joy morphed into a scream of pure terror.
"SANTANA LOPEZ! YOU GET YOUR SWEET ASS BACK INTO THIS BED, OR YOU'LL BE RUNNING LAPS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! Besides. There's a new pyramid position I wanted to try. Tonight I'm on top."
There before her was none other than Sue Sylvester, in all her naked glory. Santana screamed like she had never screamed before.
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"AHHHHHHH!Ay dios mio, ay dios mio, ay dios mio."
Santana bolted upright, her arms wrapping around her body.
"San! Are you okay? What happened? Sanny, I think it was just a nightmare. Are you alright? Poor Santana. No more nachos before bed."
"B-brittany? Britt...it was horrible. I can't...I can't talk about it. Please, can you just hold me?"
"Anything for you, San."
And with that, the nightmare faded as Santana melted into the arms of the only woman she'd ever need.