"What time is it?" Brittany's eyes found the clock on their bedside table. "It's twelve thirty-seven Santana," Brittany chirped cheerfully. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Santana replied hopping up and off to the shower snatching clothes from the closet on the way. She had a big meeting at one thirty that she couldn't miss. "Why are you in such a hurry babe?" Brittany was rather surprised that Santana had jumped out of bed so quickly, usually she wanted more cuddles. She followed Santana into the bathroom awaiting an answer.

Santana gave her wife an adoring look before answering because she was truly so cute. "I have a meeting with Mercedes about a song we're writing and video conference with the label. If we're gonna be getting me all pregnant soon I have to finish my album and do the photoshoot for the cover art soon. So, I'm going to get in the shower. " Brittany smiled at the brunette because she was so hot when she figured her priorities. She was even hotter when her home life with Brittany was at the top of the list. As Santana stepped into the steaming shower Brittany piped up with a question, "Can I get in the shower with you Sani? I'm pretty dirty."

Santana stifled an aroused groan before replying, "Always. But don't try anything funny. I have to go to work Britt." Without another word Brittany stepped into the shower with Santana. The blonde smiled at the warmth of the shower covering her and the warmth rushing to her midsection at the sight of her wife dripping water. Brittany lathered body wash onto a scrubbing pouf as she began to hum while washing Santana's back. Santana grinned marveling at how sweetly innocent her wife could be.

That is until she felt soft pink lips against her neck."What are you doing? I have things to do," Santana feigned anger while trying to hide her pleasure. Brittany whispered brightly into her ear, "Oh I promise I won't take long." Brittany immediately pressed her body against her wife's. She couldn't help it. Every moment with Santana was a sexy one. "You are an animal Britt," Santana giggled as Brittany's hand glided down the front of her body and her left arm snaked around her waist. Brittany slid her tongue up Santana's neck amazed at how aroused she could become just by feeling her wife's slippery body ground against her.

Santana couldn't prevent herself from grinding her ass into Brittany as the blonde's middle and index finger found her clit. Brittany had a way of finding this wondrous elliptical motion with her fingers on Santana. Santana moaned almost pleading however when the two fingers dipped even lower and into Santana. By now she was rolling her body ecstatically against Brittany as the blonde began to pump faster and thumb her wife's clit. "Aye!" Santana hollered bouncing her hips onto Brittany's fingers in pleasure.

Santana could barely keep herself in control as she shouted, " Joder esto se siente tan bien, por favor no deje de!" Brittany knew a few Spanish words of her own as she kissed up her wife's neck and whispered, " llegado mi pequeño pájaro cantor." She pumped her fingers into Santana as she made love to her wife's neck, indulging her with sensual kisses and passionate tongue strokes. Santana rocked into her wife as her orgasm washed over her causing her to sink into Brittany's arms. Brittany held her until it seemed that she could stand on her own.

Five more minutes passed as Brittany returned to her work of innocently washing Santana while humming. If Santana's body wasn't buzzing from before she surely would have thought it was a daydream due to how sweetly the blonde was working. Suddenly Brittany spins Santana like a dervish and begins washing the front of her body. Santana squints her eyes shut as her wife cleans her most intimate place with a beautiful gentleness. When Brittany is all done she kisses her wife and crinkles her nose before squeaking, "All clean." Santana giggles and steps out of the shower leaving Brittany to wash herself off from the last night and today.

Santana pulled up to the label's New York City office, stepping out of her Mercedes-Benz at 1:22. She had no idea how she was on time with all of the distracting Brittany had been up to today. Just thinking it sent a river of warmth flowing through her. Yet, if anyone saw the Latina they would have no idea that she'd rushed in preparation of herself. She was clad in a white translucent lace crop-top, a denim vest, white floral lace shorts, and Ray Bans were perched on her face. Her hair had been speed dried and fell down her back in a wavy brown ocean and as usual her makeup was flawless.

The security man on the first floor holds the door for her as she marches right into the main conference area. Sitting at the end of the table is Mercedes with her usual bright smile. "Hey there babygirl, " Mercedes said brightly, "You look pretty happy. How's Britt? I know she's the reason for all of that glow." Santana flashed a bright smile. Mercedes could always tell what was going on with her friends and really, just about anyone could see how radiantly happy Santana was. She decided to confide in Mercedes and tell her of her newest decision she'd made with Brittany. "She's fine, Cedes. Actually, we've decided to have a baby. So pretty much as soon as I do my cover art for the album we're going to start trying." Mercedes beamed proudly at her friend, she was so happy and of course wanted to know all of the details. But first, they had to take care of business.

Mercedes is the top songwriter and recording artist for the record label and Santana was so glad that her friend would be helping her on her own much-anticipated album. After recording a track or two with Mercedes, Santana was picked up by the record label. She got distracted for a bit working as Mimi in Broadway's 'Rent'. Recently returning to her solo career she released two chart-topping,infectiously popular singles and the blogs were raving about the future of her debut album 'Golden Waves, Blue Oceans'. The song she was currently writing with Mercedes would be the fourteenth and final track on the album.

"Rushing out, spreading through my veins. I feel your love driving me insane," Santana sings while scribbling the appropriate pitches onto staff paper. Mercedes eyes her, smiling at the easiness of Santana's melodic voice. Santana gave her a puzzled look. That's as far as I've gotten into this verse. Mercedes flipped through the pages of her own songbook, when she found the part she desired she sung out " I want you in the dead of the night. And if it's wrong, then screw being right." Santana grinned in a way that made it obvious to Mercedes that she was on the right track. This is why they worked well together.

On the ride home Santana just kept thinking about how wonderful her life was going. Her video conference with the executives had gone amazingly. With her last song finished up all she had to do was record and revise it, which would only take two weeks maximum because if anything Santana Lopez was efficient. Her photoshoot and promotional video were scheduled for next week and then she'd be free to get pregnant as she wished. Santana parked her car in the garage and went through the kitchen and into Brittany's dance room, which is really an extension of the gym but with a hardwood floor, ballerina bar parallel to the wall-sized mirror, and vertical pole from floor to ceiling. At the sight of the pole Santana giggled, remembering the last time Brittany had put it to use on her birthday.

In the dance room, Brittany was doing pirouettes and stretches. She could sense Santana was watching her and decided to give a really long hamstring stretch. She soon began thinking of her evolution as a dancer. After high school she was the main event of a dance group in the city. Eventually Brittany decided to use her knowledge of math to find a more predictable job. Brittany had broken barriers when she'd decided to accept the professor of mathematics position at New York University. She was extremely young to be such a professor, had an obscure background as a professional dancer, and was married to a woman. Of course there were doubts of some people but with Santana cheering her on she did just fine. She was even the dance team's coach and had many ribbons to show for it. When she wasn't teaching she still headlined events as one of the most acclaimed dancers in New York and all before age 30. Her idol, Rita Hayworth, would have definitely been proud. Reflecting on it, she slowly stretched back up and turned to wink at her wife.

"Hola mi hermosa chica," Santana said lifting her wife into a hug. "I see you've got a lot of good things going on over here Mrs. P-Lopez and I'm pretty impressed. " Brittany chuckled at her wife's teasing remarks before pecking her on the lips. "How'd work go babe," Brittany inquired looking her wife in the eyes. Santana promised to tell her over Chinese and movies as she went upstairs to change into her pajamas.

Brittany decided to follow her wife upstairs and change before the delivery person arrived. She entered their bedroom to find her wife washing off her makeup and wearing a button-up that was way too large and her hair in a braid flipped over her shoulder. Brittany couldn't help but be enchanted by her wife in such a sweet state. She looked natural and so remarkably beautiful at the same time. Santana noticed her wife watching her and her heart soared. Every time she could capture Brittany's attention was a good one.

Santana watches her wife's reflection in the mirror she is looking in; as Brittany pulls her own hair into a high ponytail and tucks it into a bun. As she lifts her shirt over her head, Santana is once again stricken by how attractive her body is as Brittany slips into a tee shirt that falls mid thigh. Santana doesn't understand why her wife has left her breathless despite being in her plainest of states. All she knows is that it must be love.

Santana Lopez wants nothing more than to kiss her wife as she catches a glimpse of Brittany's delicate freckles that can only be seen when she isn't wearing makeup. She stands and slowly walks over to her wife without breaking eye contact for even a moment. Their eyes dance as they take in the beauty of eachother, both impressed simply by the existence of the other. When there is but a step between them Brittany closes the gap and brings her lips to Santana's. The kiss that follows is nothing short of pure heat. An ever encompassing passion comes over them as they completely engulf eachother's mouths. Each woman hungrily searches the mouth of the other efficiently probing her with a skilled tongue and having no clue what the search is for.

The ringing of the doorbell stops the hot and heavy makeout session between the Lopez women. They link pinkies and go down to answer the door grinning stupidly the entirety of the way. Brittany hands the money to the confused young asian man as Santana takes the bag from his hand and sets it down. Sensing the opportunity of a humorous conversation, Santana asks the delivery boy about his puzzled expression. "I'm sorry but-uh ... um are you two together? It's just it seems like you guys are really close every time I come here." You would think that he'd recognize Santana as the biggest lesbian singer of the moment but she hadn't been in the public eye herself much. Without saying a word, Brittany looks pleadingly into Santana's eyes and Santana gives the wordless OK. They immediately press their lips together in a kiss that is anything but chaste. The delivery boy leaves without another word and the blonde and brunette are in stitches as the latter bumps the door closed with her behind.

The two wives hurriedly separate the food and Santana finds her place on the sofa as Brittany stealthily puts in Black Swan. The blonde knows the affect the film has on her wife and she lies along her wife's body eating lo mein waiting for the sexy parts. Santana tries to remain cool as if she doesn't notice that Brittany has started grinding up against her leg when Mila Kunis' character goes home with Natalie Portman's. When she feels lips on her stomach where Brittany's head is resting, that is just too much to ignore. She sets her General Tso's chicken on the coffee table and flips Brittany over while clinging to her. With Santana now straddling her, Brittany snickered. "Right where I want you," the blonde said. The Latina kissed her wife's chin before retorting, "Right where I need to be. "