I totally carry her out the car. Partly because I like being able to touch her and partly because I want to impress her with my strength. Just because I go to law school, doesn't mean I can't take a little pride in my physique. Her arms around my neck make me feel safe, even though I'm the one doing all the carrying. It's an amazing feeling that I wouldn't give up for anything in the world.
Opening the door was a little tricky but we managed. Her jaw drops a little when she sees all the ridiculousness my mom filled the house with. She's the cutest thing. After a quick tour, I set her down in the kitchen, in front of the fridge, and leave our bags on the counter.
"Okay. Now make us food." I sternly tell her but I make sure the smile on my face lets her know I'm joking.
Santana plays with the hem of my shirt, "Wait, I'm a guest." She innocently says.
"Exactly. That means you have to do as I say. C'mon, pleaseeee?" I pull out my super duty pout.
"Fine, fine. You play a mean game, Pierce. Which is why you're going to be such a great lawyer." I kiss her in gratitude. I show her where every thing is and help her with a couple of things. I leave her to it so I can get the fire going. I shake my head when I enter the sitting room; my mom is ridiculous. She added a faux bear rug with the roaring face, creeping me the fuck out. I hide the damn thing and find another rug before I start the fire. By the time I finish, my baby is walking out with a plate and drinks for us.
She sets it down in front of us and sits behind me, so I can snuggle into her front. She sets her chin on my shoulder and kisses behind my ear. "I made us sandwiches. You know I can't cook, silly."
"Don't worry, I'll hire us a chef." I turn to kiss her.
She pulls back and shakes her head, "No, it's fine. I know you don't like to use your money." It's true, she doesn't. Her parents are loaded and they always shower her with gifts and lavish trips because they're proud of her for doing so well. But she really doesn't like it because it makes her feel dependent on them and Santana is nothing if not independent. Understandable.
"Well, we can't live off sandwiches and omelets for the rest of our lives right?" I tell her as I sneak another kiss. I rather kiss her and hug and stuff to show her how I feel instead of buying things for her.
I can feel her smile into the kiss, " 'rest of our lives'?"
I look into her eyes knowing that I've never been more sure about anything in my life. "Is that something you'd be okay with?"
"Yeah, I could do that."
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A while after we fed each other our sandwiches, I pulled out the adult grape juice. That is, I pulled out the wine. We're a bottle and a half in and she's been squeezing at my thighs. Devilishly squeezing.
"... it basically gave me a panic attack! I didn't know people did that!" She squealed, so scandalized.
"My poor baby!" I mock her as I sip a little bit more and pull her into my body.
She pulled at my earlobe with me teeth before whispering, "Yeah, right, Britt. I'm sure you woulda' done the same if your roommate's boyfriend tried drinking whiskey through his ass!"
Yeah, I would have freaked out but I'm keeping that a secret. "Let's try it." I can hardly hold in my own laughter.
"I kind of don't want alcohol poisoning. I'm sure that's a normal thing to not want. On that note, I'll get more wine." She's up and about before I can say anything.
I obviously watch her walk away because, c'mon. That ass. Ugh, her ass is perfect. Just sashaying just right. And it's all mine. Which makes it even better.
She's back before I know it, "Well, there was wine but then I spotted the vodka so..." she holds up a bottle.
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Cut to us dancing on my mom's reclaimed barnwood coffee table rapping with Rick Ross.
"Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England..." And then that's when Santana jumps off the table and runs to the closest bathroom.
I run after her but it takes me a minute because I've been drinking. I get to the bathroom and I see her hunched over the toilet throwing. My baby!
I rush over to her and pull back her hair. "It's okay, just let it out, pumpkin. Let all the nastiness out."
"BRITT! Go away! It's bad, it's not sexy." She croaks at me after dry heaving, trying to push me away.
"Santana. Shut up and finish puking." I sternly tell her. Like a little bit of vomit is going to discourage me from liking her.
Eventually, she runs out of puke. Like, shit, where did it all come from? She goes through the medicine cabinet for mouth wash. She rinses her mouth while I rub her back. Then she fought me all the way up to my room because I was carrying her again. My girlfriend thought I wasn't going to take care of her. She's so silly.
I lay her down in bed and she buries her face into the pillows, like she's trying to hide. Too cute but I move her onto her back, ignoring her complaining.
Heading into the en suite, I start a warm bath for her. I want her to soak and that'll give me enough time to get some ginger ale and crackers so it'll settle her tummy.
"Okay, c'mon, pukie. I started a bath for you. You sit and soak and I'll bring up your bag. Wait, unless you want to go back home."
"No, I wanna stay. I want to stay with you." I hear her mumble from underneath the covers.
She wants to stay with me. Yes! "Okay, so go. Everything's in the cabinets. Relax, turn on the jets, if you want. I'll be here when you're done." I look down at my watch. "And then we can lay in bed and watch a movie. Then fall asleep while snuggling."
She concedes and walks into the bathroom. When I hear the water stop, I take that as my cue to leave. I clean up a bit downstairs. That is, I wipe down my mom's table to hide the fact that two grown women where stomping on it. When it's decent enough, I get what I need from the kitchen and head upstairs with our bags.
"Brittany." I hear her calling me from the bathroom.
I stand outside the door, "Yes, ma'am? You all right in there?"
"Come in."
She's probably all naked in there. This is not really slow but it's a nice jump up from not being able to touch her boobies. I inhale and open the door.
There she is. Her hair in a bun, her head leaned back on the side of the tube, and her body covered by the bubbles from the jets. Ugh.
"Hey. Aren't you going to join me?" She asks with a lazy smile.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes, yes. No, no, no. Penis can't be hidden under nothing. Would this be a good opportunity to tell her? Three weeks? Yes? No? Maybe so?
"Hey? What's wrong?" She asks me as she reaches out to hold my hand.
"That'd be a lot of skin on skin and that'll lead to more and maybe I'm not ready?"
Her face drops and it hurts but I just can't. "Oh. I just, um. It's nice and I wanted to be with you. I didn't think that far ahead. You're right. But one of these day Britt. One of these days."
"Of course."
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Not too long after I checked up on her, she walked out in some of my clothes. I never understood why people got all excited and sentimental about their partners wearing their clothes until now. It's not as my clothes are claiming her as my property, equivalent to me just lifting my leg and peeing on her. It's that she's so comfortable with me that she doesn't mind wearing my clothes, despite how big they are on her. It's that comfort that feels right.
I feel the bed shift next to me and she's pulling me across her body so my head is laying on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry for ruining our night." She sounds sad.
"That's ridiculous, baby. I'm with you and that's all that matters." I kiss her hair.
She scoffs and I lift my head to face her to ask her what's wrong. "How can you say that? I thought this was going to be the night and I totally ruined it by throwing up. And don't say that it's fine because you didn't see the look on your face when I asked if you were going to join me."
I sit up because I really don't know what to say. "I didn't join you because I was grossed out by you. I'm just really insecure. I'm not ready, Santana."
"I just wanted you to hold me." She says in a really cute but sad voice. "But you know, naked. I would've kept my hands to your chest."
I chuckle a little, I brace myself. "Santana, these past few weeks have been..." perfection? Heaven?
"Wait, are you breaking up with me? Because that'd be such an asshole move, y‒"
"No! Baby, I'd never break up with you. I'm just not ready. I'm sorry. I'm not really comfortable in my own skin so I don't know if I can be comfortable with your skin on mine." I look away as I say it because her eyes on me feel so intense.
"Baby," she reaches out and gently cups my chin so I'm looking at her, "what happened to you? Why are you so scared?" Her eyes, they're watering over and I hate myself for making her feel this way.
"Nothing, Sanny. It's never been just one thing."
"Okay, well. I'll be here waiting for you. Not for sex, you're so much more to me than that. I'll be waiting for you to not be scared. All right?" I nod and smile slightly. "Good. Now, come on. Let's go to sleep. I'm about to pass out and I need my cuddly buddy for that."
I pretty much fling myself on top of her and wrap myself around her. "Aaand sleep starts now. Good night, sleep tight." I say into her neck.
"Good night, Britt-Britt."
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Sorry for the shortness of this chapter buttt I am totally going to finish my stories. Thanks for waiting!