A/N Sorry it's way shorter than I wanted. I'm having some technical difficulties. Twice now a large section of this chapter has not been saved and therefore deleted (cry).
Next chapter will be hand written if this keeps up. I promise next chapter will be longer.
Anyway hope you enjoy this a little bit!
Santana's POV
After that excruciating drive home, Britt settled herself on the couch with the take out bag.
"Are you seriously going to eat right now?" I was trying and failing to hide my frustration.
She barely looked up at me while she undid the knot on the bag. "I'm hungry."
"Yea, I guess I was just hoping you were hungry for something else."
"Honey can I eat breakfast first?"
"You get me all riled up then place me in line behind waffles! That's unfair Britt!"
"I know San, I'm sorry. Just let me eat the waffles then we'll get to the after breakfast dessert okay?"
I had a feeling that her libido may have switched gears with the smell of hot breakfast on her lap on the car ride home. If my girl wants to eat well then I'll lay out the buffet for her.
"Britt baby, your waffle looks a little dry. How about I get some strawberry preserves and whip cream from the kitchen? Some may get on the waffle, some may get... somewhere else." I wiggled my eyes suggestively hoping I could attract her to me like a bee to a flower. My flower to be exact.
Her movements stopped momentarily while she pondered my suggestion. Her bright blue eyes looked up at me. "Do I get to finish the waffle?"
"Of course."
"Get the whip cream."
"Yes ma'am!" I scurried off in the direction of the kitchen stripping off my shirt in the process. By my calculations Britt had probably already started in on the waffle and should be about halfway finished by the time I get back.
I wiggled out of my jeans by the fridge and grabbed the ingredients. They felt cold against my bare arms as I plucked two bottles of water from the fridge. We needed to stay hydrated. I was just thinking ahead. Sauntering back into the living room I found the worst thing imaginable.
"Britt what are you doing?!" I say as I haphazardly put everything on the the coffee table.
"What? I'm just finding something to watch on TV."
"Babe you barely touched your waffle."
"Well how could I after you suggest whip cream and strawberries. I was waiting for you." I guess my flower would really have to wait until after breakfast. I've gotten between hungry, pregnant Brittany and her meal before and almost lost a finger. I consider myself older and wiser now. "San! Can you pass the whip cream? I can't reach it."
"Sure babe. Here." With a heavy sigh, I retrieved my pancakes from the bag and began to eat. If my vagina was going to dry up and wither away, it shouldn't be on an empty stomach. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Her watching some cheesy cooking show and me contemplating how she overlooked the fact that I was half naked.
"Dance for me."
I almost choked on my pancake. "Say what now?"
She stifled a laugh at my confusion before the baby blue eyes turn deep and penetrating. "I've got waffles, I've got strawberries, I've got whip cream, and I've got a drop dead gorgeous half naked woman. I think a dance is appropriate."
With the waffle being almost gone she could focus on other things now. Maybe my little flower will get some water today after all. She turned off the TV and turned on the stereo. I smirked. She wanted a strip tease, minus the strip because clearly I had already taken care of that.
"Your wish is my command." I made my way around the coffee table, giving her my best smoldering Santana stare. Judging by the way she slowly and deliberately slid the fork out of her mouth, I was on the right path. My hips matched the music, slow and sensual. Brittany's eyes followed as my hands slid down from my shoulders, over my breasts, and over my thighs.
She grabbed the whip cream and joined me in the middle of the room. "You wanna dance baby?"
"No, I just want an up close look."
"Come a little closer then."
She took two steps closer her eyes never leaving mine. She tilted the whip cream can up and squirted some into her mouth.
"I think you've got some on your face."
"Where?" Her tongue darted all over trying to find it.
"Here, let me help." I pulled her body into mine and slowly raked my tongue over the corner of her mouth where the tiniest smudge a whip cream landed. I tried not to hear the small moan that escaped her lips.
"Mmm, did you get it?"
"You know what, I don't think I did." My lips attacked hers, sending goosebumps all over my arms. Her lips are always so pink and so smooth. It's like they were made to fit with mine. Soon her lips parted giving my tongue an all access pass to explore her mouth. I wanted to be slow and romantic, but my entire body wanted everything Brittany had to offer right this instant.
Our kiss remained slow and heated as her hand ran across my bare skin leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. My hands slid underneath her shirt, not in an attempt to remove it, but just so I could feel her silky smooth skin on my fingertips. When the need for air was too great for either of us, we reluctantly pulled apart. Her eyes immediately back on mine. My chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I think I got it."
"I wouldn't know what to do without you." Now it was her turn to smirk. "My turn."
Before I had a chance to ask she squirted some whip cream on my neck and went to work removing it with her perfect mouth. Her tongue ran the length of my neck scooping up the white substance in its path. When she hit my pulse point, her lips clamped down and suck lightly, sending my system into overdrive.
A breathy moan escaped before I could stop it. "Britt."
Her tongue swirled along my pulse point and my knees almost gave out.
"Did you say something baby?"
"I said you look a little over dressed."
"Oh you know what? I think you're right. I'll go to the bedroom to see if I can find something more appropriate to wear." She walked away leaving me dazed, confused, and highly aroused. "You coming?"
"Hells yea!" My legs finally found their voice and followed after her.
"Bring the whip cream!"
I smiled and searched for the can that was discarded in our heated make out session. When I reached the bedroom Britt was already sprawled out across the bed, long legs free from jeans and long sleeve shirt missing too.
"Like what you see?" I have no idea what was in those waffles but I was already sending that diner a Christmas card.
"Love it."
"Well come and get it."
Not another second was wasted before my lips were on hers again. Breathing in that unmistakable Brittany scent that drove me wild. Our lips moved in tandem with much more force than in the living room. Being careful not to put any pressure on her stomach was harder to focus on now that all my senses where jumbled.
I removed my lips from hers. She pouted but there were other things I wanted to put my lips on. My hands slid gently over her bra. She had complained of sore breasts before so I made sure to ask permission before really touching them. With her nod of approval my hands slid around and unclasped her bra.
My son loves his mami already judging by the wonderful gift he has given me. Her breasts had grown about half a cup size and I was not complaining. I topped them with a little whip cream before diving into them like an ice cream sundae. My tongue swirled around the nipple while my hand filled up with the other one.
"San. That feels good babe."
My mouth started its slow decent down. Lapping up little piles of whip cream on the way. "You taste so good Brittany. I forgot how good you taste."
"You haven't even gotten to the good stuff babe."
I couldn't help the smirk that crept on my face as I cleaned up the rest of the whip cream and placed a few more kisses on her stomach.
"Britt, what is this?"
Her breathing had increased rapidly and with my hand dangerously close to her core she had to shake herself out of a haze.
"Huh- what is what?"
"This spot on your stomach. When did you get that? I don't remember seeing that before."
"San it's nothing. it's just a bruise from bumping into the counter. Now come on we were getting somewhere." She tried to pull my hand closer to her center but I sat up and focused my attention elsewhere.
"When did you bump into the counter?"
"Last night when I was getting a snack. It's fine Santana. Now can we get back to-"
"It's not fine Brittany. It's purple and blue. It doesn't look good at all. Why didn't you tell me?"
Obviously frustrated with the lack of romance going on right now, she sat up and glared at me. "I didn't tell you because you were sleeping. You try waking Santana Lopez up in the middle of the night for anything less than a fire and see if she doesn't bite your head off."
"This is serious Britt. What about the baby? What if there's internal bleeding or something?"
"Oh my God! You watch too many of those stupid medical shows! It's just a bruise."
"And you watch too many of the stupid cooking shows but you don't see me complaining!" I got up and began to look for some sweat pants. "We're going to the hospital."
"Santana, you're being dramatic." I threw some sweat pants at her.
"Well let the doctor tell me I'm being dramatic. We're going to the hospital." She sighed in frustration and folded her arms over her chest. "Put some clothes on or I'm carrying you in naked. Either way, we're going to the hospital."
"Alright already. If it will get you to shut up." She threw her legs into the sweats while I tossed her a shirt.
"Good girl." I kissed her on the forehead. "I'll meet you by the door."
"I hate you." She mumbled on my way out of the room.
"I love you too."
~Four hours later~
"Britt stop pouting. You heard the doctor, better safe than sorry."
"Yea and I said I was fine, which you also heard him say."
"Why are you so angry? This morning it was like I didn't care enough. Now it's like I care too much. I can't win." I glanced at her from my position behind the wheel.
Her silence was deafening. That, paired with the absent stare out the window and the defensive arm crossing over the chest was making my blood boil.
"You know I wasted four hours of my time too. I'm not blaming you. I'm just saying, I saw the bruise and I wanted to get the baby checked out."
"I'm the pregnant one! I'm the one with swollen ankles and back pain. I'm the one with morning sickness and little baby knees pushing on my bladder. Santana I had a little bruise on my stomach! I said it was fine. If you don't find me attractive anymore that's fine. You don't need to make up excuses not to have sex with me."
I could feel my anger bubbling over. I had to get in touch with my inner Bruce Banner before I turned into the Hulk. It took everything in my power not to lash out at her. She's right and pregnancy can cause all sorts of hormonal emotions. Plus our son had developed ears now. He should at least get to hear a few beautiful things before he hears us bickering.
"Britt, I know being pregnant is hard. Well I don't really know because I've never been pregnant. I know it's hard for you not to be able to dance the way you want to and the physical pain and emotional stress of being solely responsible for our son until he's born is enough to put anyone on edge. I trust you and I trust that you are taking excellent care of our son. I just got nervous and wanted to cover all the bases." I pulled into the lot of our apartment building and parked in our designated spot.
I slid the keys out of the ignition and waited. More quiet. The only thing worse than her yelling at me is her not saying anything at all.
"Brittany say something."
She looked at me with sad blue eyes. "You're right Santana. You don't know." With that she grabbed her bag and made her way into the building. Sad, angry, and frustrated Brittany took any positivity I had and left me with the same three emotions. There's no way I'm going into the apartment now. I wouldn't even know where to being to untangle the knot of emotions we both have.
My hands slammed into the steering wheel as I took a few deep breaths. I reached for my phone to call the only person, other than the person who is furious with me right now, to vent to.
"Hey San what's up?"
"I need to talk Q, before I rip someone's head off."
"Whoa there, what the hell happened?"
"Are you home? I'm on my way over." I hadn't realized it until I said it but I had backed out of the parking space and was exiting the complex.
"No. Some non-emergency, emergency at work." I could almost feel her rolling her eyes through the phone. "I got called in for a meeting. Can't this wait until later?"
"Did you miss the part about me ripping someone's head off?"
"Alright, fine. Rach should be home. If you promise not to rip my wife's head off you can go."
"I'll do my very best, but the little midget does find a way to get under my skin."
"Yea and she finds a way to get under my skirt."
"What the fuck Q? I don't need visuals of your sexcapades with the tiny tot. Now I may just rip her head off to get that image out of my head."
"You're my best friend so I'm going to say this nicely. Touch one hair on my precious star and I'll run you over with your own car. Then back over you just for good measure."
"You know I liked you better when you weren't whipped."
"Yea yea, see you later."
"Rach turn off that damn Broadway crap and open this door."
A/N 2 Will Rachel open the door?
BTW I wasn't up to writing the sex scene just yet but it will come at some point.
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