"But Mom, errgh" Spencer cried as she stomped her foot on the yellow carpeting of her bedroom.
"What did your mother say?" Brittany asked as she watched the four year old as her cheeks reddened with anger.
"Mami said wait 'til I'm seven, and I can't wait that long, it's not even possible. "
"Sorry, bee. You already got your answer."
"Mom, do that pout thing, it always works."
"Spence, you'll have to wait until you are seven. Go find Sutton and Mami for dinner." Brittany added growing impatient.
Brittany went back to the kitchen to finish dinner , stirring the vegetables with one hand while her other massaged the sore tendons of her back. Sidling up beside her, Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany, squeezing tightly before simply letting them drape loosely around her wife. Santana mumbled, and with a communication twenty years in the making Brittany answered.
"I'm fine, just sore."
Santana lifted the veil of blonde hair on Brittany's shoulder , sliding the strap of her sundress down, placing delicate kisses to every inch of skin.
"I'll make it better," Santana said, releasing her grip on Brittany with one more kiss, and grabbing plates to set the table.
"How's that?" Brittany jested with a wink, feeling calmer already.
"Hmmm, maybe an encore of last night's performance." Santana chided with a playful smack on the blonde's butt. The pair joked as they easily slid around the kitchen preparing dinner as a well-greased machine, exchanging jokes and light kisses.
"Where are the girls?" Santana asked as she whisked Brittany to the table, piling food on each of the plates before setting them on the table. Brittany shrugged swiping a mushroom of the plate and calling for her twin daughters.
"Hands," Santana hollered as she heard feet trample down the stairs, "It looks delicious," she continued to Brittany in a softer voice.
"We washed them, Mami" Spencer said as she approached the table with her sister. The family sat closely around the table, sharing their day's stories and thoughts. Sutton regaling the Lopez-Pierce family with her new round of infamously bad knock-knock jokes, Spencer talking about the new songs she learned in preschool. Brittany and Santana shared a loving glance when Sutton laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair and when Spencer tried to sneak her vegetables onto her sister's plate. Both parents smiled hard as they watched their family, feeling pride and love wash over them, as the stress of their work day evaporated.
"They are asleep. Spence was still whining about the show" Santana said through a yawn as she stripped out of her pants, crawling in beside her wife. "What are you reading?"
"Article on stretching before dancing, not only could the kids use it but so could I," Brittany rambled as she tried to smooth the knot out of her back.
"Hmm," Santana hummed as she fumbled over Brittany ungracefully until she was on the other side of her wife. Immediately Santana's tan hands went to work at the smooth skin of her back. "They are lucky to have you as a teacher, Britt" Brittany nodded and continued to enjoy the massage.
"That feels so go-od, S" Brittany moaned. Santana's hands continually traveled up and down Brittany's back, pulling and kneading until Brittany melted into her wife's embrace.
"Baby," Brittany breathed turning over and kissing Santana slowly, pulling her bottom lip with her teeth. The two kissed slowly, as their legs tangled. Minutes passed as the couple kissed away anything that wasn't love and passion.
Finally pulling her lips away, Brittany ran her hands up Santana's side pulling her partner impossibly further into her, before attaching her lips to a tanned neck. Santana's head fell back and her lips parted, as if there were too much pleasure and she needed to exhale some. Santana let out a shaky breath as she tried to reach the warm skin of her blonde counterpart and was only met with the cloth of the sundress. Growling in agitation, Santana fumbled her hands down the length of the dress until she reached the end at Brittany's mid-thigh. Grabbing it roughly she pulled it up over Brittany's head and threw it to the side of the bed.
Finally reaching their destination, Santana's hands glided over firm abs and silky skin. Feeling a familiar pull in the bottom of her stomach, Santana moaned loudly, bringing her lips down to the body she desperately wanted. Brittany's toned stomach undulated under the open mouthed kisses being placed hastily along every plane and curve. Their breaths grew quick and shallow, mixing with moans and gasps as each one slowly drew out the other. Brittany's long fingers found their way into soft raven tresses urging the Latina on.
"Mami," the women suddenly heard from the outside of the door.
Santana jumped from her wife's body, falling to the other side of the bed before answering, "one second," in a rushed breath. Trying to calm her breathing, Santana threw on the shorts she discarded earlier, rolling her eyes and slapping the side of the bed in disapproval, before heading to the door.
"What is it baby?" she asked gently squatting down to her daughter's height. Her daughter's messy blond hair and slightly unzipped Cinderella onesie alleviated some of the disappointment for not getting to finish what she started earlier.
"We didn't get to kiss mommy goodnight," Sutton spoke quietly, biting her lower lip, afraid that her wish would get denied.
"Why of course, how could we forget?" Santana chuckled lightly tickling the sides of her daughter, as she squirmed. "Go wait on you bed and I will send Princess Mommy in. Okay?"
Sutton nodded and went to walk down the hall towards her bedroom before turning around and burying her face into the crevice of her mother's neck. "I just can't walk that far," She spoke into her mother's skin. Santana burst into laugh as she stood with her daughter, rubbing her back lightly.
"Why don't we find her together," Santana spoke through a laugh. Knocking on the bedroom door to ensure Brittany was no longer undressed, the brunette spoke in her manliest voice: "Special delivery, one Miss. Lopez-Pierce"
"Oh, I've always wanted one," Brittany opened the bedroom door and scooped the blonde into her arms, placing butterfly kisses over her face. Sutton laughed loudly as she swatted at her mother's kisses.
