So I'm back with another chapter. I'm sorry for the long wait.
Thanks for all the reviews and the fabulous ideas for a sequel. I think I may consider it since I really love writing this story and it's all kinds of fun. So fingers crossed.
I hope you like this chapter ;P
WARNING: (you might die from the fluff)
Chapter 13
A mighty clatter shattered Santana's restful sleep. She lifted her arms, feeling like something was missing.
Last night had ended better than she had imagined. She chuckled because anything was better than losing an arm, a leg or her life or possibly having to kill her wife. Now that was a thought.
Where was Brittany?
Santana remembered waking up in the middle of the night with Brittany dripping drool down her chest. Well, now who's the drooler? She stored that away, finally having ammo to get back at Brittany for accusing her of the same thing.
Santana checked to make sure that yep, a dried trail of saliva ran down the valley of her breast.
Wait. Back to Brittany.
Santana got up and cracked her back into place. She really should have warmed up before going for a tumble through the furniture. She cocked her head from side to side and moved her limbs to check that they still worked. Apart from some colorful bruises she was fine.
Satisfied that she hadn't suffered any disabling injuries, Santana hurried to where she thought the sound had come from.
"There you are! I know the couch isn't that great with the springs digging into your back but if you prefer sleeping on broken glass that's fine too."
Brittany lay flat on her back on the kitchen floor.
"Really Santana? You're going to stand there and goad over my giant fail?"
"No way," Santana leaned on the counter, "you are winning at life right now. I'd love to have a milk spa first thing in the morning." She couldn't help snorting.
Brittany rolled her eyes and made no effort to move. "I slipped on a banana and spilled milk all over myself. I didn't know slipping on banana peels happened in real life."
"Aww, don't be so grumpy baby." Santana tip toed around the glass and stretched her arm out to hoist her wife up.
"There we are. Good Morning." Santana beamed very happy to be nearly pressed against a naked Brittany this early in the day.
"Hi," Brittany leaned forward and Santana did the natural thing and kissed her.
"You taste like my coffee," Santana said as she pulled away.
"That's because I made us coffee and usually mine is the same as yours but with milk, too bad that never made it in." Brittany looked down at her milk soaked body.
"You have milk dripping from your breast, like literally," Santana laughed, "It's a good thing I'm your baby."
"Why?"
Santana attacked Brittany's boobs with her mouth. Brittany gasped; she hadn't put two and two together yet.
"Oh," Brittany said half shocked and half aroused, finally understanding. The more Santana licked the more she moaned. Santana had a really talented tongue.
"I think I'm more horny than hungry now." Brittany moaned.
Santana continued to suck while looking up at Brittany. She released Brittany's breast with a pop and smirked knowing how crazy she drove her.
"Well then, why don't you have both?"
"Don't wiggle your eyebrows like that, it's a turn off." It didn't sound like Brittany was anywhere near the off button though.
Santana changed tactics and gave Brittany her naughtiest 'come hither' face.
"Better?"
"You're going to pay for all this teasing."
Brittany picked Santana up much like she had the night before. Santana wrapped her legs around Brittany's waist which may have been a mistake. Her whole exposed center rubbed directly against Brittany's tight abs. Both of them took a deep breath, Santana from the stimulation and Brittany from the feel of wet heat against her skin.
They both looked up from where they had been watching the place of connection.
"I see breakfast is ready." Brittany said coyly.
Santana pressed an open mouth kiss to Brittany's lips, "I so am."
They had gone at it again and after the fourth or fifth orgasm Santana had passed out with Brittany falling asleep right behind her.
This time Santana woke up first. The sun was up now so it was pretty bright outside of the closet.
Oh yes, they were actually in a closet. Brittany wanted to get pillows and Santana got mad that Brittany didn't think of it last night and they had to suffer the awful couch springs. Then Santana had attacked Brittany's lips again not caring for an explanation and well, they ended up joining the pillows instead of getting the pillows to join them.
Brittany was sleeping with her head tucked into Santana's shoulder. She looked so peaceful, exactly the way Santana felt.
It was a great morning after.
Santana kissed Brittany's forehead and let her eyes lids fall as she relished feeling close to Brittany again. She thought of all the crazy things that had happened to them in the last week.
For fucks sake, they nearly killed each other last night!
But now with Brittany lying in her arms like this, Santana knew she could never do it. She might have forgotten what they were all about, and no, the lies weren't a part of that. They were more than the secrets they kept from each other because what they had was genuine.
From the day she met Brittany, she knew she wanted to marry her. She knew it was a risk from the start but she had taken her chance and won the best damn thing in her life. There was no way she would lose her. Santana realized then that she'd give anything to preserve her life with Brittany. To hell with her job! She was done.
It was crazy of course. Now there would be a reward for her head and she had countless enemies who would do anything to see her dead.
Still she was stubborn and sure she could take care of Brittany anywhere their fugitive lives might take them. Besides, Brittany showed last night that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
It wasn't going to be an easy life but Santana knew it'd be worth it as long as Brittany was by her side.
"You drive me crazy, do you know that?" Santana whispered to the still sleeping Brittany. "I'm insane. You make me mad and I'm still crazy in love with you." She laughed to herself.
Brittany stirred but her eyes didn't open.
"Did you drug me San?" Brittany slurred.
Santana's eyes widened. "What Britt? No! Are you okay? I didn't…"
Brittany shook her head but smiled. "Are you sure?"
Santana nodded.
"Then how come I'm crazy in love with you too?"
"You are not allowed to be this cheesy while you look so beautiful just waking up baby." Santana rolled her eyes and ran her hands through soft golden locks. She watched Brittany's eyes flitter open, clear blue stared back at her.
"I am allowed to because I'm married." Brittany smiled.
"You're wife is the luckiest person on earth." Santana knew the level of cheesy coming out of her mouth was puke worthy. Fuck it though, she let her fingers slide in between Brittany's and raised their joined hands up to place an adoring kiss on each knuckle.
"I'm pretty lucky myself that my wife is worse than me." Brittany retorted.
They laughed at that till Santana brought Brittany down into a gentle kiss.
"I love you," Santana said a silly grin plastered to her face. "I've started to get a perspective on things, you know, where we could go from here."
"I love you too," Brittany giggled giving Santana a peck on the lips. "Tell me what you've been thinking."
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I think you were supposed to know that already at our wedding." A punishing finger wiggled its way under Santana's arm tickling her.
"I know, I know." Santana flipped them over so she was hovering above Brittany, pinning her down.
"But like I said, I had a new perspective. And by the rest of my life, I mean starting from now I want to let you have everything, every part of me. No more secrets. I want the kind of life where I know your friends and you know mine, where we cook dinner together and tell each other about everyday things that aren't important."
"And the important things?" Brittany asked, her fingers drawing elaborate patterns on Santana's rib cage. Santana had never experienced it before. In all their times together they had done everything from passionate to record breaking quickies but never pillow talk afterwards like this. They had lived so much in the present that they hadn't given much thought to the future.
Santana believed the future would happen on its own. There was never a plan because the day her biggest lie was revealed it would be over. They couldn't have a future when they were hiding their pasts from each other, but that had all changed.
"I want all the important things with you too."
"Can I tell you something?" Brittany asked shyly.
Santana drew in a deep breath. When people said that, it was usually something dramatic.
"Anything, but kiss me first."
Brittany lifted her head and placed her lips on Santana's. She sucked her top lip with no hurry.
Her head fell back to the pillows when she ran out of breath.
Santana didn't know why she needed that but it helped put her mind at ease. Maybe she was giving herself more time to prepare or she just needed to know if it was going to be a bad thing. A kiss could say a lot.
"What is it baby?" Santana steeled herself. She locked her eyes with Brittany's, ready to listen.
"I've wanted to bring this up for a long time," Brittany stroked Santana's back till Santana's breathing came more easily. "There just wasn't ever a right time. I couldn't ever see it happening and I'm not saying it has to be now but… "
"Hey, you can tell me." Santana stroked Brittany's cheek admiring the ting of pink coloring them. "With all this set up it sounds like something big. Do you want me to run for presidency so you can be first lady? Cause I'd totally do it."
That helped with Brittany's nerves as they both laughed.
"Maybe in another life," Brittany kissed the palm of Santana's hand. "I'm satisfied with being Mrs. Lopez right now...and maybe in the future we could have some Lopez juniors?"
Brittany bit her lip and held her breath.
"You mean, you want…"
Santana had really never thought about children. It's not that the topic never came up; Rachel wanted to have a mini me since forever and was very vocal about it during their visits, but in all 7 years of marriage Santana never thought of having kids with Brittany. Actually she never thought of having kids at all. Period.
"It's okay if you don't want any…" Brittany backtracked. She knew Santana and Santana didn't particularly like children but she thought maybe if they were talking about having some of their own Santana would be more receptive to the idea.
"I just, I want to have a family with you. Someday. In twenty years, or thirty." Brittany began to panic. Santana was unresponsive and looked like she was cringing. "You know, forget it. Maybe in another life."
Brittany moved to push Santana off of her but her wife remained steady.
"I'll still love you even if…"
Santana shut her up with a kiss.
"Baby listen," Santana withdrew her lips from Brittany's, "it sounds like a wonderful idea."
A smile crept on to Brittany's face, maybe there was hope after all.
"I was just imagining a little girl looking perfect like you but she had my scrunchy nose and puffy lips. She was the cutest thing in the world. I don't know why I never thought about having kids…but I want to…a family sounds really nice."
Several tears leaked from the corners of Brittany's eyes and Santana wiped them away. She felt like she could cry herself. This was real - her and Brittany and a little girl or boy someday.
"I'm sorry to break the moment but my neck is kind of sore," Brittany said.
"Of course," Santana got off of Brittany and did her best not to hit her head on anything in the closet. Brittany climbed out after her less gracefully.
"Owww," Brittany rubbed the spot on her forehead she'd banged against a shelf.
"I'll kiss it better," Santana strained to reach Brittany's head on her tip toes. "I hope our kids are tall like you."
The mention of 'kids' made Brittany's heart swell.
Brittany hoped this would become normal. She would love to have many more mornings like this. Santana at the stove in a large Yankees T-Shirt, humming softly while flipping pancakes.
The house was still a mess but Brittany didn't care. They would cry over each broken piece of furniture and decoration later. Now was time for 'celebratory pancakes' as Santana called them.
Santana presented her with a whole stack.
"How many did you make?" Brittany asked. She actually wanted to know how many because she was hungry and guessed she'd devour ten on her own.
"You count them while I get syrup, chocolate sauce, and rainbow sprinkle."
"Aren't you glad Quinn left all that in our fridge last time her oven broke down and used ours to bake?" Brittany made sure Santana heard her.
Santana had made a big deal of Quinn leaving her stuff around their house and made special note to say they had no need for the 'sweet junk' which they kept anyways.
"Nope, still waiting for her to clear her stuff out," Santana hollered with her head stuck in the fridge and ass sticking out. "Half our storage room is stuffed with her baking materials she got at that sale. I don't know how she put it all in there; I swear she'd win if she was on hoarders."
Santana walked back into the living room licking a finger covered in chocolate.
"Twenty-five pancakes." Brittany announced.
"Oh, half of them are raisin and the other is ham. Don't judge, I used whatever we had and they taste awesome." Santana sat down cross legged at the place their coffee table used to be. Brittany had put a few blankets down so they didn't get cut from any leftover shards of glass.
"Okay, I'll taste first then judge."
Brittany squeezed a generous amount of syrup on her top pancake, rolled it up and took a bite. She saw Santana staring at her.
"Don't judge," she said mouth completely filled, "I'm starving."
"Sorry, didn't hear that. Did you just say my pancakes were the best you ever tasted?"
Santana made a show of patting herself on the shoulder.
"Nope, these pancakes suck," Brittany tried to sound harsh but it didn't come off very convincing when she took another huge bite.
Santana started to eat one of her own at a lesser speed and making less of a mess.
"You know, maybe we should redecorate the dining room Japanese style, with the floor cushions and low table. Oh, and bamboo plate mats." Santana looked really excited about it.
"Not feeling it." Brittany stopped eating and frowned, "I'm still mourning the loss of our glass coffee table with the built in DJ program and disco lights."
"I can always order another custom made." Santana squeezed Brittany's hand. Brittany really did love that table. There were so many nights they were too tired to go clubbing so Santana just brought the lights, music and bar to their house.
"At least our bar is still intact," Santana looked proudly at her oak wood creation.
A blast came through the front window and with a blink of an eye said bar was totaled.
"NOOOOOO!"
"Get down San, we're under attack."
Brittany pounced on her, smushing her against the floor. Santana was still shocked that her bar had disappeared in a matter of seconds.
"Mrs. And Mrs. Lopez, come out with your hands behind your heads. You are both under arrest for threatening National security and aiding in terrorist activities."
There was no doubt someone had turned them in.
"Dirty bastards," Santana swore loudly. Brittany cupped her hand around Santana's mouth hoping nobody had heard.
"San, we have to get out of here. Get your ammo and I'll get mine."
They darted to the opposite sides of the room, Santana to her fish tank and Brittany to her Starry Night painting.
"I knew it!" Santana spared a look, "That painting is always crooked, you should straighten up after you get your shit."
"Please as if I didn't know that cabinet is way too big for storing just fish food." Brittany shouted back.
"This is your last chance, engaging in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"
Brittany and Santana dove to the floor just as heavy machine guns riddled their living room with sizzling bullets.
"We have to wait for a break in fire, then head upstairs and escape through the window. They'll have the back door covered for sure."
Brittany loaded her sniper rifle and stuffed her .75 semi-automatic into her…
"Damn it, we can't be running around in underwear!"
Santana had the same problem, not knowing where to stuff her .45 caliber hand gun while wielding her Heckler & Koch MP7 sub-machine gun.
"Upstairs," Santana shouted in Brittany's face above the sound of shooting. "Now!"
Brittany and Santana dashed up the stairs during the short break. They made it to the top floor as the shooting resumed. They heard someone kick down the front door and voices saying 'clear'.
"Jeans Santana, quick." Brittany watched the stairs as Santana threw clothes out of the cupboard. A pair of black skinny jeans hit her full in the face.
"Great aim," She said as she brought her gun into position in case any heads popped into range.
Santana finished dressing and traded places with Brittany. She was done in a minute and propped the window open.
"Come on!" Brittany was half on the roof, one leg dangling on the window sill when she remembered. "Wait, I need to get something!"
"Got it," Santana ran into the cupboard and hoisted a black back-pack over her shoulders.
Brittany helped Santana out on the roof of the garage.
"Hhhoooww ddiiddd yyouu knnowww," Brittany scooted quickly down the roof on her ass. Santana was right behind her.
Brittany opened up a part of the garage roof revealing a hole. She jumped through; Santana did the same and found herself on top of a large metal object.
They helped each other replace the roof and then jumped to the floor of the garage.
"So? How'd you know?"
"Oh," Santana unlocked the scrap of metal that was a great old Chevrolet. "I used to rob banks for a living till I was caught and forced to work for that crap agency in exchange for staying alive. I always know where the money's at, I can smell it."
"Smart dog, you could come in handy on a rainy day." Brittany jabbed and hopped into the passenger's seat, putting their heavy artillery and cash in the back seat.
Santana gave her a look that said please.
"Okay, since I don't believe in God, you can pray this scrap of metal starts up or we're screwed." Santana put the key in the ignition and turned it roughly.
It hummed nicely.
"Damn, old Gramps still got it in him," Santana pulled down the clutch. "Pass on a thanks to the man upstairs for me."
"That wasn't God's doing," Brittany rolled her eyes, "While you've been playing with your pansies and petunia's I've been taking care of Gramps. He looks old on the outside but he's a boy fresh out of puberty on the inside. I replaced most of the parts."
"I always knew I didn't need a God when I had an awesome wife." Santana leaned over and pecked Brittany on the cheek just as the great garage door was pried open from the bottom.
She revved the engine, ready to flatten anyone who came through the gap.
Brittany pressed a button and a sun roof that didn't exist on a Chevy truck of any model slid open.
"Fancy," Santana commented and added a wolf whistle when Brittany stood on her seat. Brittany's ass was at her eye level and it had never looked better.
Brittany grabbed her sniper gun and set it up on the car's roof.
"Don't shoot, wait!" A man's voice echoed in the tin shed.
Santana recognized the voice.
"It's Puck, let him be," Santana tugged on Brittany's pants. Brittany kept her hand on the trigger but removed her eye from the viewer.
"If you didn't notice we were about to make a grand escape so hurry up," Santana shouted at Puck through her rolled down window.
"Alright, just so you know I have nothing to do with this."
"And yet you're wearing a police uniform," Santana scoffed.
"Who is he?" Brittany eyed the mohawked man wearily.
"The rotten apple," Santana turned back to Puck, "I don't have all day, get on with it."
"I was undercover but I didn't turn you in!"
"Got it, if that's all you have to say then bye." Santana began to roll her window back up.
"Wait, I want to help."
"Well you aren't genius; in about two seconds your friends are going to be swarming this shed."
"They've set up blockades on all the roads leading out of the city. Tell me which way you're headed and I'll have Mike go there. He'll let you through."
"Umm, I haven't thought of that yet. I'll call when I know." Santana shrugged her shoulder.
"Seriously! I'm giving you a free jail pass and you're going to gamble with it?"
The sounds of talking became louder outside the garage. They had to make a break now.
"I'll call okay? In a few minutes if I'm not already dead."
Puck let out a frustrated sigh but nodded. "Don't say I didn't try to help you if Mike doesn't get to the blockade in time."
Santana winked and pulled her window up tight.
"You ready up there?" Santana revved the engine. Brittany leaned over the windshield and gave Santana a thumbs up. She had replaced her sniper gun with Santana's sub-machine gun.
"In that case, hold on!" Santana put the car on full speed and went straight for the garage door.
The men gathered outside were surprised to see the metal door of the garage lift and a huge truck coming out at them. They jumped aside into the shrubs and watched the out of date, light blue hunk of metal turn around the curb and zoom down the streets like a race car.
Santana felt completely free even though she could hear the sound of sirens not far behind.
She turned on the radio and her grandpa's favorite Elvis song came on.
"I may have left the radio untouched on purpose. I didn't feel comfortable meddling with old Gramps soul." Brittany ducked her head back inside to inform.
"I love you," Santana stretched up to kiss Brittany on the lips.
"How could you not?" Brittany winked and stood upright on the seat once again.
Santana smacked Brittany's butt because she felt like it and she totally could.
The Mrs. Lopezs' still have some things to finish up.
Tell me what you'd like to see happen before the end of the story.