Hey there! Just wanted to post a quick little xmas fic. Please heed the rating- its a very strong M. If you're not into that, please don't read this. Happy holidays everyone!
Disclaimer- I own nothing Glee related.
A Married Christmas Part 1
It had been a few months since we got married. Some mornings, I still didn't believe it happened. I'd wake up and panic that it was all a dream but the feeling of someone draping their arm over me would calm me down. It did happen. I got married. To the most beautiful, incredible woman on earth. Seeing Santana snuggled up to me sound asleep was the best feeling in the world.
Today, I couldn't wait to get up. It was Christmas Eve. Our first Christmas together as a married couple. All last week I had begged Santana for us to host Christmas at our place. We had moved into the same building she lived in before with Rachel and Kurt just one floor up. The lay out was basically the same, the whole place was wide open and had plenty of room for us and my cats. Santana wasn't too fond of having two cats but as soon as she'd seen my pout, she was lugging a cat carrier into the building.
So because we had all this room, I thought it would be perfect for us to have Christmas with everyone. Santana had grumbled and groaned about it but she knew how I was about Christmas so she finally caved.
As soon as I woke up, a smile instantly bloomed on my face. I looked over and found my wife curled up on my right side, her legs tangled with mine and her left arm under my head. Rolling on my side to face her, I started to rub my nose against hers, my lips ghosting across her lips.
"San..."
Nothing. I tried again. This time giving her tiny mouse kisses on her lips.
"Santana, you gotta wake up." I whispered.
"Mmm...B. Isss too early...go sleep." Santana mumbled under her breath.
"We gotta get up. We got a lot of stuff to do for tonight." I tell her, giving her one last mouse kiss before climbing out of bed. I hear her groan behind me as a gust of cold air moves into my vacant spot.
"Ughhhh Britt, seriously." Santana continues to whine from under the blanket. Pulling the long sleeve shirt over my bare legs, I pad over to the bathroom barefoot to take a shower.
"You could join me in the shower if you get up now." I try tempting her, but when it comes to the cold, Santana is nearly impossible to get out of bed. "You have one minute before I lock the door." I yell, throwing my shirt in her direction and closing the door.
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"Santana if you lag behind I might lose you in this crowd. And stop pouting." I joke back at her as I push the cart down the aisle. We had a few more things to grab for tonight so after my shower and forcing Santana out of bed, we finally were able to go to the store.
"I have every right to pout. You actually locked the door! You didn't even give me a chance!" Santana grumbled behind me, her hands shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket.
I stopped and waited until she was within arms reach before grabbing both ends of the scarf around her neck and tugged her closer until her thighs were pressed against mine.
"I tried to get you out of bed but you wouldn't budge. Maybe next time you will." I kiss her on the tip of her nose and turn back to the cart to keep shopping.
When we get to the frozen food section, I lean down to look at the different meat that we can have for dinner with everyone tonight. I feel Santana press up behind me and wrap her arms around my waist, her eyes reading over my shoulder.
"What do you think babe? A roast?" I ask, picking up the package.
"Whatever you want Sweets." Santana says kissing the back of my neck.
I shiver from that tiny kiss. She knows it's my big weakness with her. So in retaliation, I subtly grind back into her, making her groan.
"You don't play fair."
I blow her a kiss over my shoulder and we continue our way around the store.
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The elevator in our building was finally fixed not to long ago so it was nice not having to lug a bunch of bags up almost four flights of stairs. Especially Santana since she tends to wear heels a lot. Like today, she decided to bundle up against the cold with her black, knee high boots, skin tight black jeans, a red sweater and her black leather jacket over it. When it's cold, she never shows any skin. Me on the other hand decided to go with a a white sweater and black leggings with my own pair of boots.
We were on the last trip up the elevator with the couple remaining bags. Santana was doing the pouty face again after having to do two separate trips.
"You keep making that face and it's gonna freeze like that. You've been a sour puss all morning. What's it gonna take to get a smile on your face?" I ask, nudging her elbow with mine.
Santana's arm shot out and slammed against the elevators stop button, making the car shake from the unexpected stop.
"What was that for?" I ask.
Next thing I knew, I was being pushed up against the wall with Santana's mouth smashed on mine. I dropped the bags in my hands on the floor and gripped her hair in between my fingers, pulling her closer to me. Santana ran her hands up my torso and roughly grabbed my breasts, making me moan in her mouth. She didn't give them too much attention and soon her hands were running down to grip hard on my ass, forcing me to grind against the solid muscle of her thigh.
"You wanna see a smile on my face?" Santana nipped at my jaw, my head falling back on the wall. "Let me fuck you right here. Right now."
I couldn't even form words I was so turned on. I gave her the briefest of nods and that was enough.
Her hands moved up to the waistband of my leggings and was yanking them and my underwear down before I knew it. Since she didn't wanna detach her teeth from my neck, she managed to get them around my knees but that was it. The cold air against the warm skin of my inner thighs had me whimpering pathetically. Santana wasted no time driving her fingers into my wet folds, her teeth biting harder at the feeling of how wet I really was.
"Christ, Britt. You always get so wet for me. I fucking love it." Santana growled in my ear, making my hips thrust into her hand.
"Only for you." I breathe out, air becoming a huge issue for me.
"Damn right only me. You're mine." Santana's fingers drove deep inside me, hitting all the right spots.
"Fuck!...Harder!" I beg, driving my hips against her hand looking for more friction.
She trusted into me harder for a few minutes, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"San...I'm close...don't stop..." I nearly cried when she pulled out of me, my hands trying to pull her hand back between my legs.
She forced my hand away and dropped to her knees. Her mouth was on me before I could blink.
I gripped the back of her head and pushed harder against her invading tongue. I was a bumbling mess.
"Fuck...San...I can't..."
The angle was awkward since my leggings were still around my knees. I could feel Santana growl against me in frustration before he hands were pushing them to my ankles. With the problem gone, Santana forced my legs further apart and latched right back on me. The feeling of her nails scratching down my thighs had me right on the edge. I looked down for a second and when I saw Santana looking back up at me with black eyes, that was it.
"I'm cumming!"
I went stiff as a board as one firework after another went off inside me. I could feel Santana never slowing down for a second.
When it was finally over, Santana was still licking me clean, making me groan at the sensation of being too sensitive. She finally stood back up and wrapped her arms around me since I couldn't hold myself up anymore.
"Now I'm happy B. I would've been happier if you'd of let me in the shower this morning." She teased.
Helping me with my leggings, we hit the on button for the elevator and proceeded into our loft.
"Maybe if you're lucky, I'll give you another early present later." Santana winked before taking the bags to the kitchen area.
Maybe next time it would be my turn to give her a gift?