First part, enjoy!

thanks to my beta gleeeeeeeek89

The first thing Brittany and Santana did, after checking in and leaving their luggage, was explore the island.

They spent hours walking around the place, taking pictures, eating whatever they found interesting and even getting to know some people; always taking mental notes to which places to visit again for further inspection.

Probably the best part of their first day in Lesbos was watching the sunset together in the shore of Greece's beautiful sea. There was no need for words as the sun went down, they just smiled letting each other know how the other was feeling with their eyes.

At the end of their first day, they decided to have a nice dinner at a small restaurant near their hotel.

When Brittany and Santana entered their room hours later, the atmosphere suddenly changed, at least from Santana's point of view. She was immediately reminded that they were alone in a room, with a bed and sex was most likely to happen. Unlike any other time, they didn't have sex as soon as they got back together. This time they both decided it was for the best to wait for the right time.

Santana knew this was the right time and she was dying to have Brittany in her arms, but for some unknown reason she was extremely nervous and she hated the feeling.

"I feel sticky, I'm gonna take a shower."

Brittany's voice interrupted Santana's inner worries, but brought other ones.

Does she want me to… is she?

Santana remained standing with eyes wide open, without saying a word.

Brittany finished rummaging around her bag, holding a towel and some personal care products. She looked at Santana expectantly.

Santana blurted out "oh okay then I … I'll do some unpacking while you do that, I'll just take mine when you finish. Take your time," and she immediately headed to their bags busying herself with the task.

Brittany, observed with a brow lifted, her girlfriend's strange behavior, but decided to ignore it and headed into the bathroom to take her shower.

Ahhh! What the hell, woman! What's the matter with you? Since when are you afraid of sex? Most importantly, when are you afraid of sex with Brittany?! Yeah, yeah you haven't been intimate in a long time now, so what? It's not like you've suddenly forgotten how to do it; you know you can do it! What's the problem? Oh right, maybe is the tiny fact that with Brittany it's rarely about sex. With her there's always this big connection, a feeling that can be scary sometimes – it's always about making love.

Her thoughts continued as she put their clothes in the closet.

Why do you always have to make such a big deal about everything? You're here with her! Just calm down for a bit, enjoy your fucking vacation and let things happen when they do. Take it easy and remember you have Brittany some feet away in the shower, naked, with the water dripping all over her skin…

Santana shook her head because of those thoughts.

She was hanging the last pieces of clothing when two words were uttered in her ears.

"All yours!"

Brittany's sweet voice made her freeze in her spot. Santana turned around slowly doing her best not to let her jaw fall when she saw Brittany with only her pink towel around herself.

"You should totally get to it right now while it's still warm."

Santana swallowed, staring at a nonchalant Brittany while she was drying her hair with one of the hotel's towel.

"Santana?"

"Huh?"

"The shower?"

Finally Santana snapped out of her blatant stare.

"Oh right I…" she nervously grabbed what she needed for the shower. "It'll take less than ten minutes." She walked to the bathroom, being careful not to brush Brittany in the process.

She was already inside the bathroom when suddenly she emerged again and went straight to the closet.

"Forgot my pj's," Santana chuckled awkwardly, showing Brittany her clothes.

Brittany wanted to laugh at Santana's adorable silliness, but succeeded at maintaining a straight face.

"Okay."

"I'll be right back."

Once Santana disappeared behind the bathroom door, Brittany sighed and giggled; now completely understanding why Santana was acting like that.

Brittany was probably the only one who got Santana and her insecurities; actually that's what she loves the most about her; it could be tiring at some point, but she knew Santana needed her to solve the mental puzzles. They always found a balance, that's why they were so perfect for each other.

Brittany carried on with changing, letting her girlfriend find her own way back to her. She waited months already, what was a few more hours? At the end, she knew it would be worth it.

Twenty minutes later Santana was about to leave the bathroom.

Okay, this is it. You love that woman with all your heart. This is what you've been waiting for. Go for it, you can do it!

She opened the door ready, only to find Brittany had dozed off while leaning against the headboard of the bed.

Of course Brittany is exhausted!

After all, they had spent all day walking nonstop. Now that Santana thought about it, she was tired too. Leaving her worries behind, she turned off the lights and joined Brittany in the bed.

"Britt," she whispered as she removed the covers.

"Uh? Uhm, sorry, I fell asleep."

"It's okay baby, lay down."

Brittany complied, letting her body fall to the mattress, as she opened her arms to cuddle Santana.

Santana's body settled comfortably in her girlfriend's arms. A sweet sense of belonging and safeness enveloped them as they felt each other's warmth.

Now they were complete.

"Night San," Brittany kissed Santana's forehead.

"Night, Britt-Britt."

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Santana opened her eyes and saw that it was still dark outside. She looked at the clock next to the bed and saw it was after two in the morning. She realized she and Brittany were still in the same position they fell asleep in.

Santana moved carefully as she elevated her body with her elbow so she could see her girlfriend.

Brittany was breathing calmly and even; her face looked relaxed.

She's so beautiful.

Santana couldn't help but reach for Brittany's cheek and she caressed it tenderly. It was almost surreal to her to be able to touch Brittany this way after all that time.

She took her time letting her hand slowly stroke the contour of Brittany's face, brushing her thumb softly against the lips she wanted to kiss for the rest of her life.

Apparently Santana's touches had lingered on soft lips for too long because it was enough to wake Brittany up.

Blue eyes stared into brown ones. Suddenly it was as if time had never passed, like they were meant to be there, together, like their bodies belonged to the other.

Santana leaned down and kissed the lips she just touched, feeling in every fiber of her being that this was indeed the right time.

Brittany seemed to think the same because her hand immediately grabbed Santana's head to deepen the kiss. She quickly rolled Santana on her back, never breaking the kiss in the process.

This position wasn't exactly what Santana had on her mind, but it was difficult to object when a magical tongue was distracting her. Instead she moved her hands and roamed Brittany's back under her tank top.

That ignited something inside the blonde who directed her attention to Santana's shirt, asking silently for permission to remove it, which was of course, granted with a nod. She took it off with a little help from Santana. As soon as the garment was discarded, she voiced her excitement.

"Wow," Brittany immediately took both of Santana's breasts in her hands, "oh, God," she rolled and squished them. "Oh God, I missed you girls," Brittany leaned her face in and rubbed it against soft mounds.

Santana would have found the exchange funny if it weren't for the fact that she was enjoying it too much. Brittany's hands on her were turning her on way too fast.

Brittany didn't waste time and took one of Santana's nipples in her mouth, which made the other girl arch her back.

"Baby!"

It was pretty clear for both of them that clothes were unnecessary at this point; therefore they quickly removed the rest of them.

There was no way to describe - at least not with words - what they were feeling the moment they made skin-on-skin contact. Only moans and groans were the sounds they could emit.

Brittany was still on top, only this time she was straddling one of Santana's legs, kissing her neck, one hand on a breast, the other was rubbing up and down a tan leg. She began to move her body to create some friction, which happened to be really easy due to Santana's – and hers- state of wetness.

"Uh, fuck Britt!"

Santana's hands slipped from Brittany's back to her ass. She held the firm muscles and then caressed them teasingly.

"Shit!"

Just like Santana, Brittany had a whole plan in her mind for this occasion, where she was going to take her time, to kiss every inch of her girlfriend's body, and even whisper sweet nothings in her ear until she could see her come undone. Well, her little plan was now out the window since she was technically close to exploding already.

Brittany was pretty sure her Latina was as close as she was right now. The hand that was rubbing Santana's leg moved a little to the front to get to the place she had been craving for months. Brittany was almost there. She was trembling with excitement and anticipation and just as she felt the first traces of wetness on her fingers, a sudden jolt of pleasure - accompanied by a long groan - spread from her center to her entire body.

It was inevitable for Santana to react like that, an impulse almost. She couldn't just lay there and let her hot girlfriend do the whole job. She took matters in her own hands –literally - and beat Brittany to it and went straight to Brittany's sex.

The grunt Santana emitted at the feel of Brittany's wetness was only comparable to the grunts her girlfriend was doing herself. Nonetheless, Brittany hadn't forgotten her previous destination and mimics Santana's sweet torture.

Brittany had missed Santana, a lot; missed her presence, her kisses, her body, her touch, but didn't have any idea how much until now. It had been less than a minute since Santana put her hand on her and she already felt her orgasm approach deep within her.

"fu…shi… Sa" She wanted to protest, to prolong the unavoidable, but Santana's fingers slipping all over her lips proves to be too much – especially when they rubbed one particular spot - and she came with delicious force.

Brittany's orgasm was still tingling all over her body, making her momentarily stop the movement of her hand on Santana, but she recovered and without wasting any more time she started a circular motion with her finger on Santana's clit.

It has the desired effect and Santana came after a few seconds with such intensity that she couldn't produce any sound.

Brittany stared at Santana, thanking life for allowing her to witness again the wonderful view of Santana climaxing.

While Santana was slowly coming down from her high, she chuckled.

"Damn."

If there was something Santana has learned during their time apart was that things didn't always happen the way you planned them - like her 'sex' plan - that everything could change in a matter of seconds, and nothing should be taken for granted (like their relationship). But there were things that would never change, for example the way Brittany made her feel when they made love.

Santana was about to say just that to her girlfriend when a sniffing sound caught her attention.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

She took Brittany's face in her hands and that was enough for the blonde to let go and she began to sob.

Santana was confused and a little scared. She had never seen Brittany cry after sex. Actually, it was always the other way around.

Santana had cried the first time they had sex while sober, in anger and fear. She also cried the first time they made love, in happiness. Yeah, she was always the weepy one in the sheets and Brittany was always the one holding her, comforting her, shooing her fears away. She didn't know what triggered this reaction from her lover, but she didn't question it right now. She just held her girl for dear life.

"Santana, I…" Brittany choked.

"Shh, I'm here, Britt-Britt. Everything's going to be alright."

It took awhile for Brittany to calm down, but eventually she did. Santana didn't say anything. She just rubbed Brittany's back waiting for her to be the first to speak.

"I'm sorry about that." Brittany whispered.

Santana was about to say she didn't mind, but Brittany kept talking.

"It's just...it's just I got a little overwhelmed with everything," Brittany swallowed before continuing, "I was so scared Santana and for a moment I thought I…" her eyes began to water again, "I thought I would never have you this way again."

A knot formed in Santana's throat as she listened to her girlfriend.

"This feeling I get every time you touch me, every time I kiss you, I thought I lost it forever," Brittany's voice quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks.

This time, Santana moved her hand to Brittany's face and wiped away the tears.

"I know, baby. I know exactly how you feel. Those thoughts crossed my mind too," Santana's eyes found Brittany's. "I have to admit I almost believed them, but then this wonderful and brave woman came in and proved me wrong," Santana smiled taking Brittany's chin. "She showed me it was alright to fight for what you want, that you can chase your dreams, and even though it may seem scary in the beginning, if you have the right person by your side, you can do anything."

Brittany stared at her in silence.

"And look at us now. We're here together, enjoying this paradise for as long as we want. It was a good idea to listen to this genius, don't you think?"

Through her tears, Brittany managed to smile.

"That's what I wanted to see," Santana enveloped Brittany in her arms again, "don't worry. We're gonna be okay, Britt-Britt," she kissed Brittany's forehead.

It still marvels Santana how roles can be reversed between them so easily, but she was sure now more than ever that because of those changes, they were going to make it.

Start together, end together.

"I love you, San."

"I love you, too, Brittany."

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