Santana stirs in her sleep at the feeling of someone pressing soft kisses to her jawline. In her sleepy haze she bring her hands up to her face to rub the sleep from her eyes, mumbling something incoherently as she does so. When her eyelids flutter open, Santana is immediately met with the sight of Brittany's bright blue eyes staring back at her and as always, they take her breath away. She allows her hands to find Brittany's hips and when they do she pulls her girlfriend's body against hers, silently cursing the thin barrier of blanket that's stopping them from being even closer. The brunette then captures Brittany's lips with her own and kisses her gently, but the gentle slow pace doesn't last long because Brittany is quick to deepen it. She feels her girlfriend's fingers softly dig into the back of her neck and spurs her on to take the next step. Santana's just about to trace her tongue along Brittany's bottom lip to ask for entrance, but before she can they're interrupted.
"Mama!" Cassidy shouts from her bedroom which is directly across the landing from theirs. "Mama, my dress is stuck! I need help!"
Both Brittany and Santana giggle at their daughter's problem and Santana pouts when the blonde crawls off of her. Brittany is just about to get off the bed, but before she can Santana grabs her wrist and pulls her back in for one more kiss before letting her go again. "Get dressed babe." The blonde calls from over her shoulder as she's just about to leave the room. "Breakfast is served downstairs."
Santana watches as her beautiful girlfriend leaves the room and then smiles to herself as she rolls out of the bed. It's her birthday today and she thinks that if her whole day goes as great as her wake up kiss this morning did then it's going to be amazing. She finds it a little bit weird that Brittany didn't say happy birthday to her when she woke up, but she excuses it because they had been interrupted by their daughter. The brunette is sure that she'll probably say something when they're eating breakfast together. Brittany has an amazing memory and she has never forgotten her birthday before, so she thinks it'll be unlikely that she will do now.
Grabbing a clean pair of boxers from her drawers she pulls her old ones off and throws them into the washing hamper in the corner of the room, knowing that Brittany would probably kill her if she left yet another pair on the floor, and then puts her clean ones on. She then pulls one of Brittany's sweaters over her head and slips her slim legs into a pair of jeans before throwing her hair up into a high pony.
Once she's finished, Santana makes her way downstairs and into the kitchen where she finds Cassidy and Brittany sitting at the table. She takes her usual seat next to Cassidy and opposite Brittany and looks down to the plate in front of her. Her stomach grumbles and she's sure that her mouth begins to water at the sight of the delicious food in front of her. "Thank you for making breakfast, Britt." She says, expressing her gratitude. "It looks amazing."
"You're welcome." Brittany answers with a small smile, stabbing one of her waffles with her fork. "Eat up before they get cold."
Breakfast passes smoothly, but it leaves Santana confused. Brittany spent the entire time running her foot teasingly up the brunette's leg, yet she never mentioned anything about her birthday. Santana doesn't have a clue as to why she wouldn't mention it because birthdays are important in their family. They threw a party for Cassidy's, and Santana cooked a nice family meal for Brittany – she assumed that her girlfriend would be doing the same for her. However, Santana feels as if she has herself to blame because she never mentioned to anyone that her birthday was approaching, so it is possible that they could have forgotten.
She watches as Brittany clears away the dishes from breakfast, and she sighs quietly, not knowing what she should do.
/
If you had told Santana Lopez a few years ago that she would be spending her birthday painting her daughter's bedroom instead of getting drunk with her friends, she would have laughed in your face. However that's exactly what she finds herself doing in the afternoon, and the only good thing about it is that Brittany is standing right next to her doing the same thing. Santana had assumed that she and Brittany would be taking a break from decorating their new house on her birthday, but when the blonde had asked if she wanted to go there with her after dropping Cassidy off at dance class, the brunette found herself saying yes.
Although it's not the ideal situation, she knows that getting their house decorated is important so that they can move into it. Luckily there isn't that much that they want to redecorate in their home, so they're almost finished. All they need to do is finish decorating Cassidy's room and accept their delivery of their new furniture which is going to arrive on Tuesday. Santana thinks they've done well in organising their new house quickly, especially since they only got the keys given to them just over a week and a half ago.
Since Cassidy is at her dance class, the atmosphere is a lot more relaxed. They had made the mistake of bringing her to help with the decorating a few days ago and it was a disaster because she got overly excited and wouldn't listen to anything her mothers were saying. They got nothing done that day, so when Sugar offered to pick her up from dancing and hang out with her for the day, they jumped at the chance.
Santana looks over at Brittany and watches as she opens the can of paint before she walks across the room and plug in the iPod docking station that they've brought with them. Both Brittany and Santana had realised very early on that even though they loved talking to each other and being in one another's company, that painting got very boring when there was no music. She switches the speakers on and then plugs her phone into it, selecting shuffle on all of her music and allowing it to play. By the time she comes back over to where her girlfriend is standing, Brittany has the paint can open, ready to start.
Brittany has never been someone who has been able to focus on a particular task for much longer than an hour or two, so it doesn't really come as a surprise to Santana when the blonde grows bored and restless of painting after doing it for an hour and a half. Usually when this happens they stop and have a snack or talk and listen to music for a while, but today it seems as if Brittany has other ideas.
Keeping a hold of her paintbrush, Brittany sneaks up behind Santana and wraps her arms around her waist, causing Santana to jump slightly. However she quickly relaxes into her girlfriend's arms and sighs in contentment when she feels Brittany begin to kiss her neck. "Brittany we need to paint." Santana reminds her, already aware that they're not going to get any more painting done for at least an hour or so. "We should stay focussed."
"I am staying focussed." Brittany mumbles against her neck and Santana closes her eyes at the sensation of the vibrations against her skin. She gently bites down on Santana's soft skin before taking it between her teeth and sucking on it gently. She releases it with a satisfying popping sound and then tightens her hold on the Latina's waist. "I'm painting your skin in kisses."
"You're such a dork." Santana breathes out, chuckling lightly as she does so. She looks down to where Brittany's hands are resting on her waist and gasps when she sees that the paintbrush in her girlfriend's hand has dripped purple paint onto her jeans. "Britt! Your paintbrush!"
Brittany's blue eyes follow Santana's line of sight and she laughs when she sees the purple splodge of paint on Santana's thigh. "Oops." She says , biting her lower lip innocently just as Santana turns in her arms to face her. "I didn't mean it."
"Of course you didn't." Santana narrows her eyes at her girlfriend playfully before flicking her wrist that's holding onto her paintbrush which causes some purple paint to splatter onto Brittany's jeans. "Oops." She mocks in return.
"Santana Lopez that was not an accident!" The blonde puffs out, pouting slightly. She then brings her paintbrush up and paints a long purple strip down the Latina's bare arm. "Aww you look so colourful!
"You did not just do that." Santana chuckles in disbelief. "You have five seconds to apologise or you're going to be sorry."
Brittany doesn't take her girlfriend's threat very seriously because Santana is smaller and more petite than her, so she doesn't really think there's anything that she can physically do to get back at her. So instead of acting scared like she knows the Latina wants her to, she simply paints another purple streak down her other arm.
"Brittany!" She squeals at the feel of the cold paint on her skin. "I warned you!"
Santana lunges at the blonde with her paintbrush, but as Brittany is quicker and more alert she's able to dodge. She takes a couple of steps backwards, effectively creating some distance between the two and then shoots the Latina a cocky grin.
Not liking the idea of losing, Santana tries to get Brittany again and huffs in annoyance when she hears blue eyed beauty laugh at her. She hates to be beaten, even if it is by Brittany and in front of no one else. She's about to give in and put her paintbrush down in surrender, but she suddenly has an idea when she realise what angle they're standing at. All she has to do is back Brittany in a corner. It's not going to be that difficult.
"What are you doing?" Brittany questions suspiciously as she begins walking backwards to get away from her advancing girlfriend. She sees the mischievous look on the brunette's face and it makes her stomach flip because she knows that Santana is up to something. She's about to question it further, but before she can her back hits the wall and suddenly everything becomes clear. "Fuck!"
Before Brittany can even do anything to save herself, Santana runs forward and leaves a long trail of purple paint down her pale left cheek, continuing it right down until her chest. As she's only wearing an old tank top her cleavage is on show and when she sees that Santana is momentarily distracted by it she uses it as an opportunity to get back at her. She swipes her paintbrush horizontally across the Latina's face, making a purple trail from one of her cheeks, to her nose, to her other cheek, and smirks when a little bit goes into Santana's hair.
Instead of scolding her girlfriend for the mess that she's made, Santana flicks some paint onto Brittany's nose and then kisses her softly. She drops her paintbrush to the floor, thankful that they decided to put sheets down to protect the carpet underneath, and grips onto Brittany's shirt so that she can pull her closer to her body. "I think we need to pick up from where we left off this morning." She breathes against the other woman's lips. "Don't you think?"
Brittany nods her head eagerly and dives back in for the kiss. She throws her paintbrush to the ground and grips onto Santana's hips pulling at them until they come into contact with her own. Since Santana's isn't wearing her compression shorts, Brittany can feel her bulge through her jeans, causing her to smirk into the kiss. She wants nothing more than to help her girlfriend out, but as she has special plans for later she decides not to.
She begins to slow the kiss between them, keeping her girlfriend close to her body and nuzzling her nose against Santana's as she does so. "Do you want to go and make out on the old couch for a while?" She suggests, the want and desire clear in her voice. "You can be on top."
Santana hastily grabs at Brittany's hand and begins to drag her downstairs, towards the old couch.
/
At half past eight Santana finds herself driving back to their new house on her own. After their little paint fight and make out session, Brittany and Santana decided that they'd stay and work on Cassidy's bedroom during the night and until it was done because they knew that if they didn't that it would push their moving in date back by a few days. As their clothes and Santana's hair (she's seriously pissed that she didn't tie hers up like Brittany's) were covered in purple paint, Brittany insisted that Santana should go back to their other home and get a shower and grab some fresh clothes for them, which is where she has been for the pas hour and a half.
While she's driving back to Brittany, Santana sighs out loud in disappointment. Brittany hasn't mentioned her birthday at all today and it's not clear to the Latina that her girlfriend has obviously forgotten about it. She knows that she should probably have brought it up in conversation to remind her family, but she honestly thought that Brittany would have remembered it. She's only got herself to blame. However now she's in an awkward situation because she doesn't know if she should tell the blonde that she's forgotten or not. She doesn't want to make Brittany feel guilty or embarrassed due to a lack of communication, but at the same time Santana knows that at some point Brittany's going to ask when her birthday is and will get upset when she tells her that it's already passed.
She's forced out of her thoughts when she pulls up in the driveway of their new home and she scowls at it as she does so. She's pretty certain that if there wasn't all of the excitement surrounding the new house then her birthday wouldn't have been forgotten about. She grabs the bag she's filled with Brittany's clothes and a few snacks and drinks for them and heads inside, locking the door behind her since it's beginning to get late. As she turns around from locking it, she freezes in her spot and her eyebrows furrow in confusion because the hallway is a lot darker than what it usually is.
"Britt?" She calls, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Britt have you been playing with the dimmer switch?"
When she doesn't get a response, Santana's eyebrows furrow further and she looks around for an explanation as to what's going on. Her eyes land upon a piece of paper that's sitting on the small table in their hallway and squints so that she can read it. She immediately recognises Brittany's handwriting.
"Roses are red, violets are blue.
Follow the flower petals, I'll be waiting for you"
Frowning in confusion, Santana glances down at the floor and sees a trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. She can feel her heart beating in anticipation as she climbs the stairs and once she's on the landing of the second floor, she follows the line of them into the bathroom.
She comes to a stop in the doorway when she sees all of the lighted candles dotted around the bathroom, and her eyes are drawn to her girlfriend who is sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Her sight isn't the greatest since the lighting is dark, but Santana is sure that she can make out bubbles in the bath.
"Happy Birthday, baby." Brittany says sweetly, standing up from her seat and making her way over to the Latina. She places her hands on the smaller woman's shoulders and affectionately runs her hands down her arms. "Did you think I forgot?"
Santana suddenly feels embarrassed for ever doubting Brittany, but before she can open her mouth to reply Brittany pecks her lips softly. Her hands travel to the bottom of Santana's shirt and she tugs at it softly, motioning for the Latina to lift her arms up so she can take it off. Santana complies quickly and raises her arms, allowing the top to be removed from her body and she watches as Brittany then traces her fingers along her abs. Brittany's hands then travel to her girlfriend's back and she unclasps the bra with ease, pulling it down Santana's arms before letting it drop to the floor alongside her shirt. Once Santana's breasts are exposed, the blonde leans in and presses open mouthed kisses to her collar bone. As she's kissing down the valley of the brunette's breasts Brittany uses her hands to softly grope at them, causing Santana to let out a shaky breath.
Brittany soon finds herself on her knees, her head level with Santana's crotch and she has to stop herself from yanking down Santana's jeans and boxers and taking her cock in her mouth. Since she's trying to be romantic, Brittany unbuttons the jeans and carefully pulls them down to Santana's ankles before hooking her fingers under her boxers and doing the same. As she stares at Santana's member, Brittany can feel a very familiar throb between her thighs so she breaks her gaze away from it and looks up to see her girlfriend gazing lovingly at her.
Santana extends her hand out to help Brittany up and she happily accepts the offer. Once they're face to face with each other, Brittany kisses Santana softly once more. "Get in the bath before it gets cold." She orders, leading her by the hand to the bathtub. "It should be the perfect temperature now."
Santana sighs happily as she lowers herself into the bathtub and the warm water surrounds her. She leans back until her back hits the edge of it and turns her head so that she can look at Brittany. In Santana's opinion, the only thing that would make the bath better is if Brittany joined her in it, but she doesn't think the blonde will be up for that just yet. However, she still wants to at least try and encourage her into it.
"Brittany, baby." She drawls out slowly, lifting one of her hands out the bath to grab onto Brittany's who is back perching on the edge of the tub. "Please join me."
She watches in interest as Brittany internally debates with herself and she feels a little bit guilty when she sees the scared look on her girlfriend's face. She's just about to tell Brittany that it doesn't matter, but before she can Brittany speaks up. "I-I want to." She stutters out quietly. "I just... I don't want you to be disappointed i-in what you see."
"Honey I could never be disappointed in what I see when I look at you." The Latina reassures her firmly. "I would love it if you felt comfortable enough to join me, but if you don't that's okay too. Is there anything I can do to help you feel more secure?"
Brittany lets her eyes scan around the room as she hums in thought, taking a moment to think. "I-I think I can maybe do it if we blow out some of the candles." She eventually answers shyly. "If that's okay with you?"
"Of course it's okay with me." Santana replies sincerely. "Just blow out whichever ones you want to."
The blonde nods and then stands up from her spot. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest due to the nerves, but she knows deep down that she can do this. The room is already dark enough so that Santana won't actually be able to see her stretch marks or scars, and since she's able to blow out some more it eliminates the possibility even further. After blowing out a couple of the ones that are resting on the window ledge, she turns back around to find the Latina staring at her.
"Could you maybe close your eyes?" She timidly requests. "I just, uhm, I don't... I m-"
"Baby, it's okay." Santana cuts her off. "I'll turn my head and close my eyes."
Once Brittany is sure that Santana isn't looking she shakingly undoes the button to her jeans and pushes them down to the bottom half of her legs before stepping out of them. She does the same with her panties and then pulls her top off over her head, dropping it into a pile with the rest of her clothes. She can feel herself panicking a little bit so she takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly, before unclasping her bra and dropping it into the pile to.
Hesitantly Brittany makes her way over to the bath and dips her foot in. She can hear the Latina mutter words of encouragement as she steps into the bathtub, but she is too busy focussing on breathing and not panicking to actually make sense of them. Lowering herself into the water, Brittany sits between Santana's legs and as soon as she's comfortable, the brunette wraps her arms around her waist.
"I'm so proud of you honey." Santana mumbles into Brittany's shoulder, pressing her lips to it. "I love you so much."
They stay in the bath for just over twenty minutes, talking about everything and nothing that comes to mind. Santana doesn't dare move her hands from Brittany's stomach because although the woman seemed to relax more as the time passed, she didn't want to do anything to scare her. Their peaceful time is interrupted when a time goes off downstairs and Brittany sighs before explaining that it's the kitchen timer telling her that they're dinner is ready. Once again Santana finds herself closing her eyes so that Brittany can hop out of the bathtub and she quickly dries herself with a towel she had brought with her earlier before slipping her close back on. She then exits the bathroom, telling Santana to meet her downstairs in the kitchen once she's done.
When Santana makes her way into the kitchen, she smiles at the sight before her. The table has been set with a dark red table cloth and in the middle of it there is a vase full of flowers. She's about to ask Brittany how she was able to organise this all in such a short amount of time, but decides that she doesn't really want to know because it will ruin the magic for her. She takes her seat on one of the chairs and seconds later Brittany places a plate of home-made lasagne down in front of her, closely followed by a glass of white whine.
"Britt, this is amazing!" She exclaims in gratitude as she chews her food. "Thank you for doing this for me."
Brittany shrugs in response acting as if it's no big deal because she can't talk due to the food in her mouth. Due to the better lighting in the kitchen, Santana is able to admire her girlfriend easily and she can't help but smile when she sees that the blonde is still wearing her paint coloured clothes. She guesses that she's partly to blame for that since she forgot to mention that she brought her clean ones. Still, she thinks Brittany looks just as beautiful as she always does. She's perfect in Santana's eyes.
"I'm thinking that we can celebrate a belated birthday for you next week." Brittany voices her idea once she's finished chewing her food. "I know it sucks that Cassidy can't be here tonight, but you and I both know that we needed to get the painting finished. The timing was just really bad."
"I'd like that. Me, you and Cassidy can all go out for dinner or something." Santana replies, smiling at the thought of the three of them being together. "I understand that we were too busy to properly celebrate my birthday, but it's okay. This is enough for me, babe so thank you."
"Yeah, well I try and do the best for my lady." Brittany playfully winks at her, causing them both to laugh. "Seriously though San, I'm really happy that we're finally moving in together so that we can be a family together. Words can't even begin to describe how happy it makes me. I love you."
Santana feels her heart swell with love as she listens to Brittany and she nods her head in understanding because she feels exactly the same too. She's so excited that they're moving in together and although she's aware that it may take them a week or so to adjust to living together, she's ready for it. "I love you too."
/
After dinner, Santana suggests that the two of them finish painting so that they're not up until the early hours of the morning doing it. However, Brittany tells her that they're not finished with her birthday celebration. Taking Santana's hand in her own, Brittany leads Santana back up the stairs and into the room that's going to be their bedroom. Luckily their room is completely furnished and decorated because if it wasn't that would be a problem for them both. She leads Santana into the middle of their room and then kisses her softly.
Just like most of the times that they kiss, it doesn't take long until their kiss escalates into something more heated, and Santana soon begins to feel herself being pushed backwards towards their bed. When the back of her knees come into contact with the mattress she falls onto it and pulls Brittany with her, their lips never leaving each other. Both women know where this is leading to, so Santana allows Brittany to pull her shirt over her head and unclasp her bra before throwing them over her shoulder and onto the floor. She wants to do the same to the blonde, so she tugs at Brittany's shirt, smiling widely when Brittany doesn't show too much hesitancy. Her hands move to the blonde's bra, but when she sees the unsure look on Brittany's face, she stops herself and instead pulls her in for another kiss.
When Santana feels Brittany pull at her jeans, she raises her hips to help her take them off and keeps them raised while Brittany takes off her boxers too. She's beginning to think that the blonde just loves it when she's naked all the time. Just like every time they're in the bedroom, Santana sees this as an opportunity to get Brittany more comfortable with her body so she rests her hands just above the waistband of her jeans.
"Can we take these off?" She asks softly. "If you don't want to that's fine, but the lights are dim just like they were in the bathroom."
Brittany thinks for a moment, but eventually nods her head. Santana senses that she's just as scared as she was when they were in the bathroom, so she waits until Brittany calms herself down before slowly undoing the button on them. "You can stop me at any time." She reminds her as she pulls the zipper down. When her girlfriend doesn't say anything, the Latina begins to pull them down, her hear swelling with pride when Brittany raises her hips to help her get them down.
"There we go, beautiful." She breathes, discarding the item of clothing to the floor. "Is everything okay?"
Santana doesn't get a verbal reply, instead Brittany guides her back down for another kiss. The action doesn't surprise Santana though because she's come to realise that it's what Brittany does when she's nervous or scared, so she allows it to happen. As they kiss, she hears Brittany moan softly and Santana wonders how her girlfriend is able to survive these make out sessions without any relief. She knows that Brittany is frustrated and needs release, and Santana thinks that maybe tonight she can help with that.
"Britt..." Santana husks out, breaking their kiss for a moment. When she does so, the woman beneath her groans in protest and involuntary bucks her hips upwards, wanting some sort of contact with her girlfriend. It's clear that Brittany is sexually frustrated, and Santana wants to do nothing more than help her out. She just doesn't know how. "Britt, baby, what do you want me to do?"
Brittany can't think straight due to the throbbing between her legs. Her whole thought process is hazy, but what she does know is that she needs Santana to do something before she explodes. She can feel her panties sticking to her because she's so wet and she wants them off. She needs Santana. "Fingers..." She breathes out raggedly. "Your fingers... I want them... inside."
Santana's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when she hears Brittany's request, but she simply nods her head in response. She searches Brittany's face for some kind of sign of hesitation, but when she doesn't see one she threads her fingers back through Brittany's hair and pulls her close until they're kissing again. They're so close that their foreheads softly bump against one another's as the kiss, but neither of them seem to care. Santana skilfully slips her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, curling it around Brittany's which makes the blonde gasp and raise her hips upwards.
She feels Brittany grab onto her wrist and guide her hand down towards her centre, silently begging to be touched, and her mouth falls open in awe because she can't actually believe that this is happening. Santana curls her finger around the waistband of Brittany's panties and slowly begins to pull them down, giving the blonde time to stop her if she so wishes. However, Brittany does the opposite of stopping her and instead raises her hips to make is a lot more easier.
With Brittany's help the ruined panties fall to the floor and Santana's breaks the kiss, allowing her lips to ghost along Brittany's jawline. "I'm so proud of you." She husks into her ear. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes!" Brittany whimpers, her nails softly scratching at Santana's bare back. "Please San, I need you."
Santana doesn't need any more conformation from Brittany and so she slowly trails one of her fingers through Brittany's folds, coating it with the blonde's arousal. She's pretty sure that Brittany has never been this wet before. She repeats the motion a few times, allowing Brittany to get used to the feeling again before she gently eases one finger inside. "Is this okay, sweetie?" She groans at the sight of her girlfriend lying beneath her. She's breathtakingly beautiful. "Do you want me to keep going?"
"Keep going. Don't stop." Brittany demands, bucking her hip upwards so that Santana's finger goes in further. "Feels so good."
The brunette presses a kiss to Brittany's forehead and begins to move her finger in and out of Brittany, curling it when it's all the way in. She can tell from Brittany's whimpers and incapability of keeping her hips still that she's enjoying it, and hearing the sounds escape Brittany's lips are a big turn on for Santana. However she pushes those thoughts away because all she wants to focus on right now is her beautiful girlfriend.
"San..." Brittany pants, gaining her attention once again. "More... please."
Santana expertly slips another finger into Brittany, making the blonde moan loudly in satisfaction and Santana continues to pump in and out of her. Each time she curls her fingers, she feels Brittany's walls clench around them and she has a feeling that she's not going to last much longer. Not that she blames her, after all she's not had someone else touch her like this in over four years.
With her thumb, the Latina finds Brittany's clit and slowly circles it, watching hungrily as her girlfriend writhes beneath her. She slightly adds more pressure to her clit and judging by the way that Brittany's nails dig into her back, Santana assumes that she likes it. She feels Brittany's walls getting tighter around her fingers that are still moving at a steady pace inside of her and she allows her eyes to travel down Brittany's beautiful body before coming back to rest upon her face.
The sight of Brittany lying on their bed practically naked, with her hair spread out beneath her head is enough to make anyone knees go weak, and Santana doesn't understand how she got so lucky. She can tell from Brittany's uneven breaths, soft moans and groans, and parted lips that she's ready to go over the edge at any time soon, so she softly nudges her nose against Brittany's to gain her attention.
"Are you close, baby?" She asks, her voice hoarse. "Are you going to come for me?"
"So close." Brittany manages to squeak out just as she screws her eyes tightly shut, unable to deal with the pressure building inside of her. "Don't stop, San, please."
"I'm not going to stop." Santana reassures. "Let go for me."
Seconds later Brittany cries out loudly and her hips buck uncontrollably against Santana's fingers as she rides out her orgasm. As she does so, Santana uses her hand that isn't inside Brittany to hold her girlfriend close to her and continues to keep her fingers inside of Brittany until she's finished. When Brittany comes down from her high, Santana collapses onto the bed next to her, exhausted from their previous activity. She knows that it didn't involve a lot of physical activity, but it was emotional for both of them and she actually feels drained.
She feels Brittany lay her head on her chest and so the Latina opens up her arms for her girlfriend and cuddles her tightly, tangling their legs together. Brittany offers to return the favour, but she quickly declines it, knowing that both of them are too emotionally tired for anything else.
"I wanna give you a birthday present though!" Brittany argues through her tiredness after hearing her girlfriend say no to her. "You deserve it."
"You can make it up to me later." Santana chuckles as she brings on of her hands up to Brittany's head and caresses it softly. She loves every single part of her girlfriend so much. "You trusting me enough to let me do that was the best present I could have received, thank you Brittany. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Brittany yawns. "More than anyone else in the world."
They lay cuddling naked on the bed for a little while longer, but when Santana suggests that they go to sleep Brittany pulls on a pair of sweatpants. Santana knows that just because she was able to be intimate with Brittany that it doesn't mean that all of her body insecurities have gone away, so she doesn't try to fight it. Brittany has had enough progress for one day.
/
"Hi new house!" Cassidy greets as she stands on the front porch of their new family home. "Me, Mama and Mami are going to live in you from now on, okay?"
It's a few days after Santana's birthday and the Pierce-Lopez house is now ready to move into. They would have been able to move in sooner, however the women decided that if they moved all of their belongings from Sugar's house and Santana's apartment in stages then they wouldn't have a ton of boxes to unpack at once. Although it took longer and frustrated both women because they wanted nothing else than to move into their new home together, they knew that it was for the best because it would mean that their home was one hundred percent liveable by the time they moved in.
"Are you ready, Britt?" Santana questions as she unlocks the front door with the key. "We can do this, right?"
"They say that home is where your heart is, and my heart belongs to you." Brittany states confidently as she gazes lovingly at her girlfriend. "As long as your here with me, then I'm ready for anything."
As soon as the door opens, Cassidy runs inside squealing with excitement. Brittany and Santana follow their daughter soon after, walking together hand in hand and unable to wipe their Cheshire grins from their faces.
It may have taken them 1663 Days to meet again, but Brittany and Santana know that they're going to make it.
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The End.
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