Please, please don't wake up, Britt! I know this bangin' breakfast made by your even more bangin' girlfriend smells delicious but I really, really want to surprise you. I never actually ended up getting to sleep, so I figured I would surprise you with breakfast in bed. It's the least I could do since I lied about coming back to cuddle with you last night.
But honestly, who am I kidding? You sleep like a damn rock. You don't even wake up during thunderstorms. Who does that? I wake up from like, Lord T snoring in the corner of your room on Friday nights.
I never really sleep. I think I just take prolonged naps. I've kept this from you pretty well. I don't think you know how bad my sleeping habits have become. Yeah, you know I have trouble getting to sleep but you don't know that I sometimes wait 'til you're asleep and step outside to smoke a joint for some help. It calms me. It helps me fall asleep and there's no harm in that, right?
I know you wouldn't judge me for it. You smoke at parties once in a while if Puck or Sam offers us some. Hell, you might actually want to join me once in a while. That could be fun. We could sneak out on my roof outside my window and just hang and fall asleep high together.
Wait, no, you can't know about that. That has to be something I do on my own. What was I thinking? Anyway, your breakfast is ready my dahling. Banana pancakes and a cup of strawberries with some granulated sugar on top. Plus a cup of milk and sugar with some coffee mixed in ya goof.
I push open my bedroom door with my butt because I have this fuckin' tray in my hands and find you still completely knocked out. You haven't noticed my absence, obviously, since you're spread out like a starfish on your stomach with the sheets and blankets in a state of disarray. Your blonde hair acts as a curtain over your face. I can't even see your cute little sleep expression of utter relaxation. I envy that about you, amongst other things. You truly relax when you're asleep. You take advantage of a dream state and stay there as long as you can. I love it.
I've walked over to my desk and set down the tray so I can come and wake you up with no obstacle in my way. I slowly crawl onto the bed and hover over you with my hands under your armpits and my knees next to your hips. I gently lower myself onto your back and place my arms on top of yours so we match. I bring my lips next to your ear that's showing and singsong whisper to you.
"Britt Britt. Time to wake up."
No response.
"Baby, wake up. I made you pancakes."
Still no response. What the fuck, Britt?
It's time to take drastic measures. I lift my arms off of yours and slowly bring my hands up under your chest and gently grasp your breasts. Ah-ha.
"San?"
Only I understand that mumble.
"Oh so now you wake up."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Just that you answer to sex and sex only. I mean I am pretty irresistible. I can't say I blame you."
"What?"
"Oh my god. Wake up. I made your sweet ass breakfast."
I get off of you at this point and bring the tray over to the bed as you turn over and push your hair out of your face. You sit up at the sight of the tray and smooth down the blankets still on your lap. A smile creeps across your face as you recognize the meal in front of you.
"Mmmmm. My favorite."
"Hell yeah, your favorite."
I set the tray down on your lap and cuddle up to you on your left side.
"Thanks, baby."
You turn to me and give me a sweet grateful kiss. You don't even have bad breath. You're fucking perfect, Britt.
"Anytime. I hope it's good."
You start to dig in like you haven't had a meal in three decades and it takes you about five minutes to finish the entire thing.
"Wow. I'm not even mad. That's amazing."
A puzzled look crosses your face as you try to remember where that quote is from.
"I don't know."
"Anchorman, Britt! We watched it last night!"
"Oh yeah, that was funny. Will Ferrell looks like a wooly mammoth."
You're so right. I laugh at your comparison because now I'll never be able to watch a Will Ferrell movie the same again.
As I try to erase that image from my brain, you put the tray down on my floor and turn to lie on top of me. My laughing subsides pretty quickly as arousal takes over. You bring your hand up to my cheek and pierce my fuckin' soul with those clear blue diamonds you call eyes.
"Hi."
I have to catch my breath.
"Hi."
"Breakfast was delicious. Perfect way to start today."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
You nod and smile into a slow, full kiss. We make out for a couple minutes and start to rock into each other subtly. God, you turn me into a horny 14 year-old boy that just hit puberty and got his first boner ten minutes ago.
"Is your mom home?"
I shake my head. I don't even know if I'm right but I couldn't give two shits right now.
You continue kissing me after you've gotten the go ahead. I love when you're on top. When we're having sex is the only time I can fully let go. It's weird. You'd think that I would feel the most vulnerable at this time, but no. I feel protected and loved and respected and fucking invincible.
Your hand slowly creeps up under my Cheerios t-shirt and cups my breast. I let out a hum into your mouth as you massage and deepen our kiss at the same time. My hands come to rest at the small of your back and hold you. You slowly change positions so that you're cradled in between my legs and both of your hands are now under my shirt.
I start to squirm and that's your sign that you should probably take off my shirt now; so you do. When my shirt's been discarded somewhere on the floor you pause and look down at me. You admire my bare chest and then look back into my eyes with pure excitement and joy. You're so happy I'm finally accepting of myself enough to let us make love and not just use each other to get our rocks off.
I give you a shy smile as you sit up and take your own shirt off and throw it somewhere on the floor to join mine. I look up at you in awe.
"God, you're perfect."
You giggle and roll your eyes as you come back down on top of me. We start to make out again as we simultaneously massage each other. We're both starting to pant and thrust and rock and sweat and ugh, this is heaven.
"Baby, take your shorts off."
You nod and sit up again. Getting off the bed you shimmy out of your sleep shorts.
No underwear. Score.
Then you lean over and slowly slide my black boy-shorts off of me. Your eyes light up.
"No underwear. Score."
I laugh as you pounce back on top of me and when your bare skin touches mine we both let out a content sigh. I kiss you desperately like your mouth is a hidden spring I've just come across in the desert.
"You feel so good, Britt."
"Mmmm, you too."
You moan those words out as you drag your hand down my sternum and onto my stomach. You hesitate right below my belly button and attach your mouth to my neck. You tickle me gently and I know you can feel my stomach muscles tensing at the barely there touch. You bite my earlobe and moan into my ear and I can't take it anymore.
"Britt, please."
You giggle again and slide your hand all the way down. Holy shit this never gets old.
You start to massage me and I swear I've died and gone to New York City. I'm literally dripping as you start to draw circles around my clit. And then you're pushing two fingers inside of me and I'm crying out in pleasure and basically seeing stars.
You bring your mouth back to mine and mumble against my lips.
"I love you so much."
That's all it takes. That phrase and I'm tumbling over the edge. Shit, I have no stamina in the morning.
The pulsing around your fingers slows and you slowly pull out and wipe me on my sheets. My sheets are black, Britt. I tell you not to do that every single time. And I'm about to say something when you stop me with another kiss. You pull back.
"Sorry. I always forget. I'll wash them at my house. No worries."
I know you forgot. I'm sorry.
"It's okay you don't have to. It's not like my mom doesn't know we get our freak on now. I have to get over my weird insecurities sooner or later."
I stretch up to kiss you again and try to flip us over so I can return the favor but you don't let me!
"I'm good. This was all about you this morning, babe."
"What? Why?!"
Come on, Britt! I wantsta get my mack on!
"I don't know, you're stressed out. I figured this would put you to sleep."
"You did kinda wear me out. That was really intense for some reason."
"Yeah 'cause I'm the hottest piece in this bedroom and you know it."
I laugh at your imitation of me and I stretch up to give you another kiss. I guess I could use a nap.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
I turn on my side and wrap your arm around me so that I'm holding it against my heart.
"I'll sleep if you cuddle."
"Oh, yes. Cuddling is my favorite activity. I'm the cuddle monster. The cookie monster is my brother."
"Wow. Cuddling and cookies? I hit the fuckin' jackpot. Can you get any cuter?"
You snuggle into me and I back my hips up so they fit perfectly.
"Nope."
You switch into your robot voice.
"Cuteness overload has been reached. Initiate code red."
"Code red? What's code red?!"
I act all panicked to play along with your craziness and you giggle and give up the charade.
"I don't know, Santana. Go to sleep. I love you. I'll wake you up in a couple hours."
"Love you, too, Britt."
You kiss my cheek and then lay back down.
I can't wait to spend every morning like this with you.
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