You're up on your toes, trying to reach for something on the top shelf of our pantry. Your calf muscles, defined with your effort, are all I can see. You're wearing those short shorts that you love to putz around the house in, the ones that show off your legs, the ones that make me drool, the ones that look painted onto your ass. I drag my eyes slowly up your muscular legs, taking note of every dip and definition I find. Your shorts are sitting low on your hips, leaving a few inches of skin for my eyes to hover on as your shirt rides up your torso with your outstretched arm. Your hipbones poke out of your low shorts, teasing me.

Oh, baby, do they tease me.

I stand and take in the view, not wanting to move, not able to breathe. Your dark hair is up in a messy bun on top of your head, and you're wearing one of your old, soft t-shirts, and I just want hold you and rub my face on your shoulder covered in the soft fabric.

And I am so, so turned on.

I hear you groan and curse under your breath, still not able to reach the desired item. It pulls me out of my leering and I chuckle softly to myself. You're so stubborn, you hate asking for help even when it's just me. I step up behind you and speak softly, "Allow me." as I reach up to grab what you can't reach.

"No, Britt, I've got it." Your voice laced with stubbornness and something else. Something that's been peeking out for the past two months.

"Santana, I'm pregnant, not helpless." I can be just as stubborn as you. I set my hand on your shoulder, ignoring the rush it brings me, and reach up to grab what you can't. When I turn to hand it to you, you look sheepish.

"I know, B."

I kiss your cheek, not able to stand the look on your face any longer.

"I'm sorry. I just want to do as much as I can, so you don't have to do too much because you've been feeling so sick."

I swoon a little at your words. Your eyes are so clear, honest, loving when you look at me that I can't help but love you more. It's true, I have been feeling sick pretty much every day for the past two months.

I grab your hands in mine and squeeze them, "I'm not feeling sick now….."

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth as my words sink in. You see the look on my face and you know, and I can see the spark of recognition and excitement light up your eyes, "You sure?"

I hum my acknowledgement and pull you into me, and you feel so good. We haven't had sex in a long time, I've been feeling too sick to fool around and you've been too worried and understanding to even try anything. But, I know it's killing you. It's killing me too, which doesn't help my morning sickness.

"So sure." I lean in to your ear, "I need to feel you."

I don't need to tell you twice before your mouth is on mine sweeping me up into a passionate kiss. It's all teeth, tongue, need. I moan into your mouth and grab your hips, pulling you as close to me as possible, your bare legs that I was ogling a minute ago sliding up against mine.

You push me back towards the bedroom, not moving your mouth from my body, and I tangle my hands in your hair tugging to show you how much I like it. We make it there in record time and you stop kissing me briefly so you can pull my shirt over my head, letting me pull yours off with it, before you're attacking my neck.

And, oh god, do you feel good.

The sound that leaves my lips is unlike anything I've ever heard before. I can tell it turns you on by the way you nip on my skin and answer back with your own moan. Your hands quickly remove my sweats and underwear as you lips move down to my breasts. You slide my bra off, and make quick work of removing your own and those delicious shorts before you pull away and give me a sly, devious smile as you tilt me back towards the bed.

I know what you're doing and I won't let you. I quickly flip you over and straddle your hips before you have time to think. You let out a gasp of surprise before your eyes darken even further with lust.

"I need to feel you."

You bite your lip again and your eyes smile at me. You love it when I get like this. I guide your legs around my hips as I bend down to lavish your beautiful, beautiful breasts with my attention. I want to take my time and worship your body the way it deserves, but I also want to make you come. I need to make you come.

I slide my hand down the outside of your thigh, touching the skin I was admiring moments ago. You are letting out these little breaths and gasps that you make that send me spiraling into madness. I kiss my way back up to your neck, fixating on your sweet spot, while I plunge two fingers into you without warning. The gasping cry that leaves your lips almost sends me over the edge.

"Oh god, Britt." Your voice is husky and breathy, and my heart swells when I hear it. I know I'm the only one that can make you sound like this.

I work my fingers judiciously using my hips while I keep kissing your neck, jaw, ear. You tug on the hair at the nape of my neck and I recognize your signal. You want me to look at you. You need me to watch you. I pull my lips off your skin and meet your eyes with mine. They are open and raw and searching, and I know you are showing me the deepest parts of yourself. We've been together for years and it still shocks me that you look at me the way you do.

I kiss you earnestly until it gets too sloppy. Your eyes are hooded and your brow is furrowed and it's so, so sexy. I keep my hand on your thigh, keeping you close to me, moving with me.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like this, Santana?"

You barely husk out a yes as I thrust into you a few more times before your back arches and you break beneath me. I help you ride out your orgasm, watching the pleasure wash over your face. When you sink back down on the bed, a lazy grin spreads across your face. You grab my face with both hands and pull me into a sloppy kiss.

I let you kiss me for a moment, before I start working my fingers again. You have to pull away, gasping for air. I quickly work you up, up, up again, and you keep my eyes locked with yours. I feel you getting close and I lean down and place my forehead against yours, "Come for me again, baby."

And you do, and it's just as glorious as before.

I let you settle back into the bed and lick the sweat off your neck and collarbone. I bring my fingers to my mouth licking them clean, tasting you.

You use your thighs still placed around my hips and flip us over. You set to work kissing your way down my body immediately, paying extra attention to my already slightly larger than normal chest. You slide down, down, down, until you part my legs and place my feet over your shoulder, grabbing one of my hands and squeezing it as you slide your tongue through me.

It feels like a jolt of electricity surges through me.

That animal noise is back and I don't know if I've ever been this turned on in my entire life. We've had some great times in bed, and you turn me on like no one else has ever before, but this is a whole new level, baby.

You make me break in the most beautiful way and my orgasm shatters through me. I can't remember ever coming so hard, ever.

You kiss your way back up, stopping to place delicate kisses on my belly now that our sexy times are over, and smile up at me when you do so. You've been kissing my belly in the sweetest way since we found out, and it makes my whole body feel like warm honey.

You slide back up and lay half on top of me, your hips and lower half carefully draped away from my stomach.

Your eyes are clear when they find mine and full of love, affection, awe, that it makes me forget how to breathe.

"You taste different."

Your whisper and cute little smile makes me giggle. You look so shy talking about it, I don't know why though, it's nothing you haven't done before.

"It's like, there's really a baby in there, B."

And then it clicks.

This is your first real tangible experience with the new life forming inside of me. Sure, you've held my hair back when I've been sick and brought me water and crackers and tea, and held me when I needed it. And you've seen some of my mood swings already. But, this. This between us, here in our bed, this is your first experience with our new adventure.

I kiss you, soft and sweet, and let your words and the look on you face sink in. Into my memory. Into my being.

"You are too cute."

"It's just…we're having a baby!" your voice is tinged with awe.

"We are."

"I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you so, so much."

We spend a long time lying in bed, sharing lazy kisses and smiles with each other, basking in the glow of what we just did and what we're doing, this new exciting, terrifying journey. You seem so much more relaxed now that we've finally had sex again, you melt into me and I absolutely adore it.

"I missed this. And that."

You smirk with that cocky look on your face, "Of course you did, B."

I can't stop the laugh that leaves my lips, "So modest."

"You know I'm the best, baby."

"You are," I kiss you, "You are definitely the best." I pause and bite my lip, looking at you playfully, "Soooo… are you ever going to make those brownies you were getting down earlier?"

Your bark of laughter cuts through me, "Anything for my baby mama." You kiss me again, before you get out of bed and pull my t-shirt on.

"Ok. I'm gonna stay here and think about all the ways I want you fuck me again when you come back."

The look on your face is priceless, your jaw drops open and your eyes immediately change. You're frozen in shock both over my suggestion and my swearing.

"Hey, Santana," I break you out of your lusty thoughts, "the quicker you go, the quicker I'll come."

You have to literally shake your head clear, "On it!"

My laughter rings loud and clear through the bedroom as you zoom away.

And yes, I love you so, so much.