DAY 1605 - Sexy again

It's late at night when we finally figured out how to calm Cory down and put him asleep. Two a.m. ! How's it possible? He can be a handful at times. I guess every baby owns that characteristic. But considering he's our baby, I suppose it could've been worse.

Truthfully, I can't remember a time when I wasn't exhausted. Ever since we took over the company, life's been busy. I thought that was hard. And then Cory was born and busy transformed into hectic. Now a few moments in bed, right before we pass out, is good enough for me. Skip romantic - just a quick peck on the lips will do.

Brittany's relaxing on her back, skipping through the channels on TV, as she's figuring out what she would like to watch. I guess there's no SpongeBob Squarepants playing at this hour. My fantastic wife's doing a wonderful job at the company. Her instincts and strange deciding patterns have transformed the work into a fun thing to do. Everyone's absolutely crazy about her. All the employees nearly kneel in front of her whenever she's passing through. She treats them well, she gives them raises and praises them for every great thing they do. She wants to know all about their personal lives and the spouses and kids. It's crazy sweet. She's sweet. It can only meet one thing, though: we're complete opposites, when it comes to treating our people, when you think of it.

A very curious and familiar noise suddenly makes me look up from my papers, though. It's heavy panting. Exaggerated, disgusting, loud panting. Within a second, I feel an aching in my stomach. I look up and find Brittany staring at some porn on the big flatscreen, mouth agape. She seems surprised, bit shocked as well, yet it takes her a long time to face me before she apologizes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know we even had those kinds of channels."

She tilts her head to study the people in front of her, totally freaking out while having sex. I actually think porn's kinda funny. It's anything but realistic, but still - one might get some infectious ideas out of it. I aim a curious peak at it as well. We've never watched porn together before. We don't feel the need to, nor have we ever talked about it. But I can tell she's intrigued, because she can't seem to stop staring at the weird positions the two women are tangled up in. I frown as I process one certain pose. That one must hurt.

"Babe, I totally give you permission to do that to me when I'm drunk someday." my wife tells me rather excited about the same part.

A weird feeling comes over me and I suddenly turn my eyes at her: "Brittany ...?"

She looks away from the screen to stare at me with an amusing smile: "Yeah."

"Do you still think I'm pretty?" I ask, in a trembling voice.

She immediately starts to laugh out loud, because she thinks I'm joking. But I'm not joking and she quickly gathers.

"Santana, why would you ask me that?"

I shrug, kind of insecure about how I look lately. I mean, I've had a baby. That does a lot of things to your body. It's been seven weeks. Of course I don't look as fabulous as I used to. Maybe I'll never look like that again. My abs are ruined, my hips are wider than before. And I'm so tired that I look as if I'm dead. It doesn't take long before she puts together the pieces.

"Santana, I've easily slept with hundreds of girls." she suddenly tells me.

An amused, little giggle echoes through the room.

"Easily." she emphasizes as if it's a joyful memory.

I heave a loud, annoyed sigh and cross my arms defensively.

"Is this supposed to make me feel better?"

She smirks, gets on her knees and crawls over to me to untie my arms.

"Let me finish, grumpy woman. I'm just saying: you're easily the hottest girl I've ever kissed. You have an amazing ass. And delicious breasts. I've always been able to stare at your body for hours and hours. ... And lick it, and kiss it."

I softly smile. This one sure is a memory.

"And after your body gave me this miracle, this little wonder we call Cory, I love it even more."

She can be dead-sweet sometimes. Even if she's not trying. It causes me to blush, something only she's capable of.

"But, don't you think I'm fat? I mean, I know we haven't had sex since he was born and all, but I'm trying really hard to ..."

Before I can finish my words, she has put her hand in front of my mouth to shut me up.

"Babe, you need to heal. That's totally okay. Don't worry."

"Really?"

She nods. Her innocent face warms my heart. I put my hand on her cheek and bend over to kiss her delicious lips. She sighs content. I guess there's a little bit of sexual frustration hidden underneath it. Seven weeks without sex is a long time for my wife - eight if you count the couple of days before the delivery. Sure, she masturbates under the shower and pretends as if I don't notice, but that's a completely different thing. She misses the body contact, that look on my face when I come that makes her gloat like crazy. I miss it, too. But everything beneath my belt has been hurting incredibly since a baby came popping out of my vagina. I guess it's not unnatural for it to need time.

But something about her trembling lip when she heaved that sigh makes me stay close to her face. It's even making me nervous. I pet her soft skin and study the shape of her face I've already memorized years ago.

"You are so very beautiful, Britt. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met."

She smiles adorably and pecks me on the nose: "You totally stole my words. I was going to say that."

I lean in to kiss her again. And this time, it's long and tender and intense. She picks up on it. The tension is there, the sexual tension that's been here for weeks. We've kissed and fooled around for a bit, sure. But every time we were going somewhere, it started to hurt down there, or Cory woke up. This is the first time that everything seems to be all right for a moment.

I take her lower lip between my teeth and softly bite the flesh. She shivers and moans so quietly that I hardly notice.

"Santana?" she whispers, keeping her eyes painfully closed.

I frown amusingly and speak out her name as my lips trace down the skin of her neck. She holds her breath in anticipation.

"I don't know what your intensions are, but I'm telling you: my head's about to blow off. I just witnessed porn, which resulted in me imagining you naked and sitting on top of me and now you bite my lower lip. And now you're doing ... that. I don't want to pressure you, I'm just saying: do you know-"

But I kiss her hard to shut her up. Of course I know what I'm doing. I invented this kind of teasing. She opens her mouth and pushes me on my back. I giggle for a short while, but quickly put a finger on my pressed together lips to make an example. Her body's hovering over me.

"We can't wake Cory up. If we wake him up while finally having sex, I'm going to kill you."

"Okay." she nods overly excited about what's to come.

She runs some fingers through my hair and I recognize a look that's filled with love. I'm lucky to have found her, I realize. It always hits me unexpectedly.

Her hands find their way to my breasts to knead them. I arch my back with joy. They've been extremely sensitive since the pregnancy. So much that it hurts at times, but definitely not hurting right now. No, Brittany knows how to handle breasts. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes to endure the pleasure. It's not that I didn't want to have sex for the last couple of weeks. Believe me, I really, really did. I just couldn't. Something was missing.

We start kissing again, and it feels so good. I'll never get tired of kissing her. We both kind of rock at it.

It lasts for a minute, even two or three - I lose track of time as my head starts spinning.

She suddenly pauses for a second as one hand finds the hem of my shirt. Some fingers disappear underneath it. I'm nervous about my belly lately. It's swollen and there's still some pregnancy pounds that haven't vanished, despite my massive dieting program. I can't work out yet, which I hate. I love working out.

"Are you sure about this, Santana? I can stop. If you don't want to do this, it's totally okay." she whispers.

I nod to give her permission to work her magic on me and that makes her smile out of relief. My girl's been patient. I'm so proud of her.

Brittany takes off my shirt. A second later, she removes my panties. I'm completely naked in front of her and she loves that. When she bends over to face my belly, I feel uncomfortable, but she puts her mouth on my skin and kisses it softly.

"You are so beautiful, Santana. So, so very beautiful. You have no idea."

Her head lingers over the swollen part. It feels good, to my surprise. Her cheek warms my caramel tone. It's the way she speaks to me. It assures me time after time. It tells me why she's the one for me. No other person in the world could be this nice to me.

As her left hand makes her way over to my boobs again, the rest of her body decides to go south. I bite my index finger, because I'm incredibly turned on and I can't make any noise. Her kissing continues, as she traces every inch of my body. She's close to my core right now and after all those weeks, it's a bit much to handle. God, I need to have an orgasm so badly. No, I deserve a freaking orgasm after all my body's been through.

Surprisingly, she gets up to crawl off the bed. I'm a bit confused.

"Britt?" I pant, pushing myself up with my elbows.

She smiles and places herself on her knees next to the furniture I'm on. I smile curiously as she tells me to get closer.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to be gentle to you." she tells me. "But not too gentle, of course. Sit here, and open your legs."

Her talk is getting me off already. I smirk and do as I'm told. She stares at my core for a couple of seconds, but her facial expression doesn't change. That could mean anything.

"Does it look different?" I ask her, completely insecure once again.

I needed to be sewed up after Cory appeared. He kind of felt the need to tear me apart down there as he got pushed into the world. Giving birth, such a joy.

She takes a closer look, which makes me laugh ridiculously. What is she, a gynecologist now?

"I don't think so. It still looks sexy as hell." she states while observing patiently.

I'm not convinced.

"Really? I mean, doesn't it look bigger now? Wider?"

I bend forward to have a look at it myself.

She chuckles: "You do know that thing can stretch, right?"

I pat her shoulder and tell her to shut up.

"You know what I mean, Brittany."

As we both have a laugh about it, she assures me that I look perfect. Though her words are charming as hell, a disturbing noise cracks my high. It's that nasty porn, still playing on my screen - just loud enough for me to hear. She notices and forces my face to look at her instead of the television.

"Babe, ignore that. Or put it off. What I'm about to do with you, will make those porn stars look like rookies. You gave me a baby. A baby, for God's

sake. Every porn star in the world will be jealous about my appreciation gesture."

That sounds quite promising. Her fingers move along the insides of my thighs and it makes me shiver again. I don't know if it'll hurt when she'll touch me, but at this point, I don't even care anymore. I get over myself. Sometimes a girl just needs to get laid.

Her blond hairs tease my sensitive skin. All my body's able to do, is wait in wonder and arousal. Her lips finally kiss the wetness that's pooling between my legs and it feels so massively good and overwhelming that it makes me push my lower body back a little bit. For fuck's sake, Santana, that was just a soft peck. This will get a lot more intense. She's surprised - a bit worried as well.

"Are you okay?" she asks, scared that it might have hurt.

But it really doesn't and I don't have any patience left. I put a finger under her chin and force her to look up to my very, very serious face.

"Brittany, darling, it's been eight freaking weeks since we had sex. Shut up and fuck me blind."

She taps her imaginary hat and winks: "Yes, ma'am."

When we wake up early in the morning, I notice how she turns her head around with a painful grimace. Sleeping on my arm makes her neck soar, she always tells me. Boo-hoo, try waking up with a sleeping arm because of your massive head leaning on it the entire night!

Her movement makes the bones in her neck crack, which freaks me out, time after time.

"You're getting old, hot stuff." I tell her teasingly as I sway my hand over her bare chest.

I know she's awake - and now her amusing smile sells her out completely.

"I'm not old, I'm crispy!" she assures me, with one eye open.

I crawl on top of her naked body and nibble her collar bone. She softly moans.

"Crispy is sexy." is my response.

She growls while laughing and puts an arm around me to lure me into one of her sexy adventures. But there's absolutely no way, Cory'll wake up in no time and I still need to take care of a million things before I can get him to his grandmother to take care of him while I'll be at the office for half the day.

I know, too early to start work again, but I can't help it. I'm a controlling, hard ass bitch that runs that sex toys department. I need at least one or two half days a week to remain sane.

"No, bad, bad Brittany! We need to get ready. We don't have a lot of time." I tell her, completely destroying her fantasies.

Brittany pouts, which is about the most adorable thing in the world - apart from when Cory pouts. That's even more adorable.

"I'm suffering from dysania." she tells me while heaving an exhausted sigh.

Her hand's dramatically placed on top of her forehead.

"What?" I smirk, not understanding whatever she said at all.

My body gets on its feet and skims the room to find some clothes. Yeah, we desperately need our cleaning lady to stop by this week. Since we had a baby, this place's been a mess. Even more than before.

"I can't get out of bed." Brittany explains.

I frown to analyze her. Where does she keep finding those intelligent words?

"You fucked me so hard that I might need a wheelchair to get to work today, babe." she informs me shortly after I gave up my thoughts.

Kind of disturbing, yet really flattering. I guess I still have it. My body turns around to look at her. She just lies there, gloating. Her hand suddenly traces my skin carefully and the expression on her face softens.

"Seriously, I have no words to thank you for last night. I mean, I can't even come up with something that'll even come close. So this afternoon, when Cory's at my mom's, I'll just bring some Breadstix' and champagne to the office, and then I'll go down on you for two hours on top of my desk. Okay?"

I squeeze my eyes and bite my lower lip. Look at her, lying all naked and seductively, casually informing me about my afternoon plans.

"What?" she asks, as if she just informed me about the weather instead.

"I love that you agreed to marry me!" I admit.

She smiles.

It's been a bit much, even though I'll never admit it. All I can think of is our baby, about the adorableness that is our son. Sure, Susan's had a baby before. But that wasn't my baby. That wasn't wrapped and soaked in the responsibility of taking care of my son. What if he cries all the time? What if my phone dies and she can't reach me when he's in trouble?

I know, I know, totally overreacting. I'm aware. It's the stupid hormones. I thought pms-ing was bad. Try being pregnant for nine months and all the weeks and months after that.

I remember all the nights when the hormones took over and I got incredibly hungry or needy. She'd find me in the middle of the kitchen, sitting on the floor with food all gathered around me in a circle, so I could access it easily. In my hand there would be taco's and pickles. Or I'd be eating some leftovers my mom gave me. Or I'd dip the pickles in the taco sauce and mix them with the leftovers. My hair all messy, my face covered with traces of juice and chocolate and my big belly nearly bursting out of my pajamas. Really charming, I tell you. All she would do is smile lovingly and sit right next to me until I was done with my midnight snacking. She'd even clean my shit up and send me to bed - so I could rest. On other occasions, I woke her up in the middle of the night, to tell her I was starving for some ice cream. Brittany got out of bed every single time and if the freezer was emptied by one of my previous cravings, she'd drive to a nearby night store to get me some. The bigger my belly grew, the more she was up to it.

I remember an afternoon when I wanted some whip cream. My body screamed and ached for it. So she got me some. And because she was fascinated by my changing body, she poured it all over my breasts and my stomach and my core until the entire can was emptied. I got mad, because she just spoiled all of it and I didn't get any. But she was inventive. First, she licked the biggest part of it off my skin. And after every sensual licking pleasure, she'd move over to my face and kiss me so intensely that I tasted the deliciousness perfectly. By the time she reached my core, her entire naked body was infected by the white cream as well. So obviously, she ate me out until I came massively - pregnancy does wonders for your sex life, I tell you, since you experience every touch ten times as sensitive and intense. To thank her, I licked her entire body clean.

Good times. All before our lives changed so drastically.

I call Susan every other hour to check up on Cory. Luckily, she's not too annoyed about it. It's convenient that's she just as crazy about every one of his movements as we are. She sends me pictures every time he does something cute. That's a lot of times, I tell you.

My coworkers all congratulated me full of excitement the first day I arrived at work again. It was nice, it was gentle. They adore the little kid. Like, Marley Skypes with me every day all the way back from Atlanta and every day anew, she asks me to put Cory in front of the webcam. I do, because he's just the kind of kid you like to brag about. He's cute, he has a wonderful skin tone and he has a half smile that just makes you all fuzzy and warm inside. But as soon as the pleasantries and festivities were over, and everyone got their glass of champagne to celebrate the birth of our son, my bitchy side got switched back on at work. At home, I am a caring and anxious mom. In our bedroom, I'm a loving and sexual wife. But here, in between these four walls, I'm a boss. I'm the one that carries all the responsibility. So there's no room for mistakes or acting too familiar. I need to work and stay focussed - and try to think as little of that little cute baby as possible. At this point, I'm still working on that.

My mom just texted me to tell me how she accidentally and totally coincidentally ended up at Susan's place. It's going to be a bitch to raise that son without him being spoiled to death by his grandparents. They've already picked out schools and universities for him, I learned yesterday. They came with a list of suitable newborns in their environment he can later marry. And they told me he's going to love tennis practice when he's five. I guess they aren't aware that I'll crush their pretty, little dreams at the next family dinner.

I'm done with work for the day, truth be told. Well, done's a big word. Brittany argued with me about coming back here. She demanded - yeah, you heard that right: my sweet, precious, innocent unicorn demanded - that I would take time off longer. It was so sweet how she put on her naughty boots and totally went against me. Seven weeks was way too short, according to her. Of course she's right. Every doctor in town, including my own father, disagrees with my decision to come back already. But my name is Santana, as in Santana Lopez, as in there's no way in life I'll not get it the way I want it. But I kind of underestimated my wife, really. She was really serious about this matter. So this is the compromise I've settled for. It was either this or having to sleep in the guest room for a week.

No, seriously. She did that to me a few months ago, if you must know. I wanted to go jogging, because I was getting fatter with every second that passed. Pregnancy does that to you, you know. And Brittany was furious. Seven month pregnant women shouldn't jog, according to her. Here's how it went, short version: I thought she overreacted, she called my dad to back her up with medical terms, I got mad because she called my dad, she called my mom, my mom got mad at me, I got mad at Brittany and went jogging anyway, it turned out seven month pregnant women really shouldn't jog, I twisted my ankle, I had to call Brittany, she got mad at me. One whole week in the guest room. Punishment. She's good at it.

But suddenly, I remember how she promised to stop by around noon for a very nice visit. And since I'm not really planning on staying around this place without starting another project - which will keep me here until the end of the day - I decide to find out where's she's at.

To: 3 Britt-Britt 3 (13h43)

'What's keeping you so long? I need a hug that'll result in wild sex.'

I smile confidently. I'm back.

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