A bloodcurdling shriek leaves Santana's mouth as a large wave of cold ocean water crashes against her body. Brittany had been begging her for the past half hour to come into the water, to which Santana always complained that it was too cold. But after her girlfriend's persistence, she decided to at least give it a try. Which proved to be a horrible idea.
The now freezing Latina runs out of the water quickly, grabbing a fluffy towel from where their stuff was set up and wraps it tightly around her body. A few meters away, Brittany is laughing loudly while trying to keep her head above the water, swimming towards the shore.
"It's not that cold, S," she says as she reaches the sand, a goofy smile covering her face.
The brunette simply frowns at her girlfriend, rolling her eyes. "Easy for you to say, you're already wet and used to the water," she grumbles, wrapping her towel further around her body. She sits down on the blanket they've set up and grabs her coconut drink, sipping from it slowly from a frown on her face.
Brittany giggles and sits down beside her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around the brunette's shoulders, causing Santana to groan and shrug it off. "Hey, I'm trying to dry off, I don't need your wet body all over me," she says, shooting Brittany a stern look.
"Lying is bad, Sanny. You know you love my body all over you," Brittany smirks, leaning closer and wiggling her eyes at the shivering Latina.
Santana rolls her eyes, scooting away from her. "You know I do, Britt. But not when you're freezing cold," she says, causing Brittany to shrug and accept defeat.
Figuring that she was done with the water for now, Brittany gets up and walks over to her bag, opening it up and grabbing an apple out of it. She plops back down next to Santana, taking a huge bite of the fruit and moaning at the bursting flavor.
The past few days have been some of the best for the two girls. They're enjoying having one hundred percent of their time with each other after barely even talking the past few months. Ever since the Glee Club shut down and they reunited, it's been a wonder to them how they ever spent time apart.
Unfortunately they would be leaving the beautiful island of Lesbos in another few days to leave to Hawaii, which really did make them a little upset. The bar in the hotel was fantastic and had the /best/ alcohol according to Santana, and Brittany found that the hotel had the comfiest beds in the world. Which — apologizing to the maids that are given their room to clean — is a mess every single morning due to certain late night activities.
"You should really come in the water though, San, it's really not that bad once you're used to it," Brittany says as she takes another bite of her apple, the food filling her mouth so much she could barely speak properly.
Santana laughs and pushes Brittany away from her, making a disgusted face at her. "Britt, chew your food!" she laughs, before leaning over and kissing the girls cheek once she's swallowed. "Maybe once it gets a little warmer and it's not hella freezing," she says, making her girlfriend smiley widely as she takes her words as a promise.
Figuring Brittany was now satisfied, Santana unwraps her towel from her body and lays down, pulling her large sunglasses back over her eyes.
"Okay! We can just tan for a bit until it gets hotter," Brittany says, tossing her now finished apple into their makeshift garbage bag since there was no garbage can near them. Reaching into her bag, Brittany pulls out her towel and a large bottle of sunscreen.
Because of her pale and milky skin, sunscreen has become Brittany's best friend during the summer months. Twenty minutes without it while being outside and she's burned on every uncovered surface of her body.
The blonde quickly dries herself off, making sure to wipe down every part of her body so the sunscreen wouldn't just slide off her body. Once she's dry, the girl opens up the bottle and begins lathering the lotion all over her arms, legs, tummy, and everywhere in between, making sure to rub it in good.
"Hey, San, can you put some sunscreen on my back?" Brittany asks once she's got every other part of her body covered in protective gloss. The Latina nods her head and sits up, grabbing the bottle from Brittany and squeezing some into her hands.
"You gotta lay down, okay?" she says, waiting until the blonde obeyed and got down onto her stomach. She walks over the girls body and straddles her waist, making sure she's steady before she begins. Her hands rub together to spread the sunscreen before they're pressed against Brittany's back.
Santana hears the girl beneath her sigh, her lips curving up in a small smile and that's all she needs to tell that Brittany asked her to do this not only because of protection against the sun reasons.
"Feel good, B?" the brunette asks, pressing harder against her shoulder blades. Santana doesn't wait for an answer as her hands travel down the girls body, making sure to be actually rubbing the sunscreen in but also adding in a bit of teasing. Just because she figured why not?
Sliding her hands back up Brittany's pale back, Santana loosened the tie on the girls bathing suit, causing the blonde to let out a surprised sound. "Don't worry, I'm just making sure I get your whole back," Santana whispers in her ear with a smirk.
The Latina then continues to rub the girls back even after the sunscreen is gone until she feels Brittany trying to rock her hips back and she knows she's had enough teasing for now.
Grabbing the bathing suit strings, Santana ties another knot before she says, "There we go! All done and rubbed in," and swings her leg off her body, laying down beside her girlfriend with a shit eating grin.
Ever so slowly Brittany turns her head towards the Latina and frowns. "You're mean," she mumbles, to which Santana only leans close and pecks her pale, thin lips, effectively making the frown turn into a smile.
"I know," she says once she pulls away, laying back down and smiling as the sun begins heating up her skin again.
Two hours later, Brittany and Santana are making their way up to their hotel room, squeezing each other's sides jokingly and laughing loudly. Brittany had been right, once Santana got used to the water she loved it. They swam around a bit, held breath holding contests, and even took turns picking the other up and throwing them into the water. Needless to say, they had more than fun.
But now, the sexual frustration from earlier was beginning to make another reappearance and they couldn't wait to get out of public view so they could have their privacy. Not that they didn't mind fooling around in public, but they didn't want to take any chances and get kicked out.
"You have the key, right, San?" Brittany asks as they arrive at their door. She's wrapped tightly up in a towel since the hotel is air conditioned and her body is still wet.
Santana nods and fishes through her beach bag, digging to the bottom through all the items that filled the bag. Her eyebrow quirks as she stretches her arm, her face finally relaxing as she finds the pointed edge of the door key. She pulls her arm out of the bag and slides the key through the door, letting Brittany go in first once it unlocks.
Smiling at how chivalrous Santana is, the blonde girl giggles and walks through the door, throwing her bag on the ground beside their bed. It's not more than six seconds later when Brittany feels her back hitting the wall, her eyes closing upon impact. She peeks one open and sees the devilish grin on her girlfriends face and can't help but match it.
"Eager, are we?" she asks with a giggle, effectively causing the Latinas grin to fall into a frown as a low growl leaves her mouth. Brittany knows when the girl is in this mood, she isn't too fond of the type of taking that prolongs the inevitable. But, of course — Brittany being Brittany — she had to just bug her a little with it.
"What? Does Sanny not like when I point out how desperate she is for me?" she continues, biting her lip in a smile as she sees Santana's eyes narrow and darken.
"Well I guess if Britty keeps pointing that out, she's not getting anything. How does that sounds?" Santana asks, wiping the grin straight off her girlfriends face.
Brittany frowns and subtly raises her hands to Santana's waist, pulling her closer. "Britty doesn't like that idea..." she says quietly, biting her lip as she looks down at the shorter girl.
"Then Britty better shut her mouth and let Sanny do her work."
"Oka—"
Before Brittany can even finish her words, Santana leans forward and captures her thin lips in her own, not giving her the chance to say anything else. But Brittany doesn't complain, she knows how badly she wants the brunette right now.
Pressing her lips back against oh so familiar ones, Brittany pushes herself slightly off the wall, wanting to be as close to Santana as possible. Her arms circle around her waist until she's hugging her, pulling the Latina's small body into her.
"Who's eager now?" Santana asks with a smirk against her girlfriends lips.
"Shut up," is all Brittany says in return before she's pushing off the wall and walking forward.
The blonde keeps going until she feels Santana hit the bed. Lightly, but with force, Brittany pushes back on her girlfriends shoulders, forcing her to fall backwards onto the queen size bed. She wastes no time in crawling onto the bed after her, straddling her waist and sitting down, not allowing Santana to be able to move now.
Without any words and a hungry look in her eyes, the brunette stares up at her girlfriend, waiting to see what she was going to do. As if on queue, Brittany reaches behind her body and pulls her bathing suit loose, letting the tiny fabric fall off her body and onto Santana's stomach.
Because of the chill in the room, the first thing Santana notices are Brittany's nipples. The goosebumps around the nub makes it all stand out and without realizing the brunette licks her lips. She can see from where she lays that the girls nipples are hard and wants to say something sexy to get this moving along, but instead all she says is,
"Best vacation ever."
before she's reaching her arms up and pulling Brittany down on top of her, attaching their lips together without hesitation.
Brittany lays silently and peacefully in the hotel bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling. Santana's soundlessly asleep beside her — or rather on top of her.
With her arm and leg wrapped protectively on top of Brittany's body and around her hip, Santana's head is laid on the blonde's chest. Light snores escape the brunette's lips and Brittany smiles to herself. She knows Santana will go to her grave saying she doesn't snore but only Brittany knows the truth and she's content with keeping it to herself.
A particularly loud snore shakes Brittany of her thoughts and she peaks down to her girlfriend, raising a brow as Santana's eyebrows furrow in her sleep. Her grip gets tighter around Brittany's body and the blonde frowns. Was she having a nightmare? She hopes not. Brittany knows how scary nightmares can be, having had them at least once a week throughout her childhood.
Wrapping her arm tighter around Santana's body, Brittany holds her close. Her fingers run up and down her arm in a soothing motion, hoping the motion will help make her bad dream go away.
Eventually the furrow in her brows loosen and Santana's face relaxes, yet her grip doesn't get any looser. But Brittany doesn't mind, she likes being close to the brunette. Even if it meant she was probably going to have nail scars in her side. Even though Santana's gone back to keeping her nails short — thank God — they were still pretty sharp.
Sighing once again, Brittany lets her eyes slip closed and hopes sleep will find her soon.
It isn't ten minutes later when Santana's body begins stirring and Brittany knows she's waking up. So much for sleep, she thinks to herself with a soft smile.
"Hey there sleepy head," she grins as Santana's eyes open. The brunette gives her a half crooked sleepy smile in return and yawns.
Slowly, Santana leans up and presses her lips to the blondes. It makes Brittany smile because she can still taste herself on her girlfriends lips.
As their lips part the taller girl smiles widely, holding Santana closer. "How was your nap?" she asks, resuming her earlier motion and running her fingers up and down the girls arm.
Santana settles back down against the girl and shrugs in response. "Was okay, could've used more. I'm pretty worn out," she says, her voice thick with sleep. As cute as Santana sounds right now, Brittany can't help but smirk at the reason why Santana's so tired.
"I'm sure you are," she teases with a giggle. Santana just grumbles and burrows her head into Brittany's neck, embarrasses, causing Brittany to laugh louder. "San..don't hide," she says through her giggles, trying to pull the girls head out. "Don't worry, if it makes you feel better I'm super worn out, too," she offers, figuring she might as well try feeding Santana's ego to make her less embarrassed.
A second passes before Santana lifts her head and looks down at her girlfriend, a soft smile on her lips. "You are?" she asks quietly, as if she were scared to ask.
Brittany giggles again. Of course I am, silly! You tired me out every time we do that, you know that," she says, feeling embarrassed now.
Santana's smile grows wider and she leans down to kiss Brittany, a response which definitely is okay by the girl. Brittany leans up into Santana's body, wanting to be closer to her. Much, much closer.
Quickly the kiss grows passionate and tongues become involved. They slide together and explore each other's mouth, running over the more than familiar terrain. Brittany's hands find their way to Santana's hips as the brunette moves to straddle her. Smaller hands tangle through messy, blonde locks, tugging and pulling. Instinctively Brittany moves up against her, a breathy sigh leaving her mouth.
"You're doing it again," Brittany says into her mouth, so softly she isn't sure Santana even heard her. She knows she does though when she gets a reply a few seconds after.
"Doing...doing what?" Santana asks, speaking between kisses because the thought of not kissing Brittany right not didn't seem possible.
"That," the blonde replies, as if it were the most obvious answer. "Taking my breath away."
Santana slowly pulls away after Brittany speaks, looking down at her girlfriend with such adoration and love that it wouldn't be a surprise if her heart exploded into butterflies.
Softly, the brunette cups Brittany's cheek, stroking it her thumb for a moment before she says, "I love you."
Without missing a beat Brittany says, "I love you, too," and they're back to kissing, even more passionately than before.
The rest of their day is spent taking each other's breaths away and tiring themselves out.
Wow I took like two weeks to post another chapter, I'm really sorry, guys! My plan is to update once a week, but I got caught up in a bunch of AU ideas and mildly lost interest in a canon fic so it took a bit to regain my motivation. I'll try really hard to update once a week though! Especially since I've been receiving such awesome feedback from all you guys. It seriously makes me so giddy. Gahhhhh!
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