Sorry for the updates being slower than normal. Work has generally been so manic?, but here we are! Enjoy!

P.S. I'm always open for suggestions for things you might wanna see, even though I have the foundations of this story planned right up to the sequel, so fire away if you have anything!


The holiday bliss continued as we entered our second week, and the more time went on the harder I found it to not outright stare at Santana's bikini body, which was becoming tanner by the day. There was no doubt how much I wanted her, but I was also so nervous about it all, but definitely relieved to have talked it through with her. San was right, we did need to be more open with each other, our communication had limited us for so long.

The Monday was an enjoyable but tiring day, we spent a full trip visiting Haleakala National Park to see the volcano, and by the time we got back to our suite I was out like a light. It was a good job really, because ordinarily it would have been a sleepless night, due to the events of the next day.

Tuesday 25th February.

My due date. A day that came and passed every year, and never got any easier. I'd made peace with losing the baby now, accepting that my day to be a mother would come later, but it never stopped you forgetting. Never stopped you wondering about the child you could have with you by now. If life had other plans, I could have been celebrating my child's 5th birthday today.

I thought about what it might be like, to wake up to tiny hands jabbing me impatiently, begging me to get out of bed so they could go open all of their presents. Instead, I was woken by a hand gliding softly across my face, the lightest of kisses placed on my forehead. When I opened my eyes, I met with concerned brown ones staring back at me. I knew Santana always worried about me on days like today, and I offered her my best reassuring smile to let her know I was coping, before turning my head to the side and noticing the bunch of flowers she'd placed there. She had picked a bunch of assorted poppies this year, so poignant, and I felt tears prick my eyes. A small but sweet gesture, and something Santana always remembered to do.

"That's so thoughtful of you honey. Thank you." I smiled, taking her hand and place a light kiss on her fingers, before bring it down and giving it a gentle squeeze. I kept hold of her hand, enjoying the feel of our entwined fingers.

"How do you feel babe?"

"Sad. Reflective. But better for having my thoughtful girl by my side".

"If you don't feel up to doing anything today, we can just stay in the suite. Whatever you feel comfortable with Brit. I'm here to make today whatever you want it to be. If you want to talk we can talk. If you want to keep busy and think of anything but, we can do that…"

I smiled again at her to let her know I appreciated her support. I knew she was always worrying I was going to shut her out like I did at the time, and not tell her how I was feeling. Bottling things up was definitely something I struggled with, but I had got better at sharing my thoughts, and I knew this was something I'd be more than willing to talk about with her.

"I think I just want us to have a nice, normal day. I'll think about it a lot, but I'll feel worse if I just sit here and dwell on what could have been".

"Okay sweetheart, well let's say after breakfast, we get dressed and have a walk along the beach then?"

"That sounds perfect. Thank you, San". And I smiled once again, because as painful as today was, having Santana by my side always anchored me.


Walking along the beach was a great suggestion, as the feeling of the sand between my toes and the distant sound of children playing in the warm breeze brought a sense of calm over me. For much of the walk, we were in a pleasant silence. I knew that Santana was respecting my time to reflect on things and waiting for me to talk if I wanted to. She always did know me so well, just like I always knew her, and the level of our intuitiveness never failed to amaze me. What was crazy about all that, is how we both felt the same way about each other for years, and that was the one thing we weren't in tune or communicating with. But we were here now, on the path towards some sort of future together, and for that I could only be grateful. It was the sight of a blonde little girl around the age of 5 running to paddle in the shallows of the ocean that broke my silence. I didn't even plan the words that came out of my mouth, they just fell straight off my chest.

"Do you think I would have been a good mom San?"

I watched Santana turn her body, so she was facing me fully, her face looking like her heart was breaking at the question, but I hadn't meant to upset her. I was genuinely curious since I'd never had experience at motherhood before, while Santana had.

"Oh Brit" she frowned and shook her head "I know you would have been an amazing mom. And you still will be, if you want to be in the future".

I noticed she shifted a bit uncomfortably at that, probably wondering what the implications of that statement was now that we were making a go of things together.

"You're still so young. You're not even 30 yet." she continued softly, and I knew that she knew it was a concern that had plagued my mind, that time was ticking. After all, it was one of the reasons I had made such a rushed decision to marry Sam, as ridiculous as that seemed now. "I don't want you to worry about that, okay?"

I nodded, before my next sentence spilled out like word vomit again.

"Do you see yourself having more?"

Santana had always said she wanted 3, but I also knew that plans changed as you grow older. I knew Dani was never keen on having kids, so maybe Santana had settled on just Mila. Again, it was one of those weird questions to ask now that we were planning a future of sorts.

It was one of those situations where it was too soon in our relationship to discuss children together, but at the same time, I couldn't imagine us ever not being together now so I knew Santana's answer would undoubtedly impact me. I had waited years to be with Santana, and I knew she was my soulmate, the only thing stopping me being with her earlier being the fact I didn't think she felt the same. I knew there might be bumps in the road, but I just always considered Santana and I to be in it for the long haul together now, because we loved each other, and it was that simple. We hadn't discussed our future or even put a label on what we were, but I didn't feel like we needed to, because I knew that I wanted to do life with her forever, no matter what. I loved her, she loved me, and the rest of it we would figure out along the way.

"I'd love to" Santana sighed wistfully "I was so young when I had Mila and I spent my whole pregnancy trying not to bond with her since I thought I wouldn't be keeping her. Every little kick she gave me hurt my heart. It would be nice to experience it differently. To actually plan for a baby and do all that exciting stuff like picking out a nursery and buying clothes and going through lists of baby name. I was robbed of all that with Meels. I got my sweet baby girl at the end of it, but it would be good to have a planned pregnancy next time, where I could enjoy it and bond with them…Oh Brit I'm so sorry. Listen to me going on, on today of all days. How could I be so insensitive to moan about my pregnancy when yours…"

"No San, don't be silly!" I cut her off "You're allowed to feel your own type of way about your experience. Your pregnancy with Moo wasn't the easiest. You were young, scared and alone and kept it all a secret. You couldn't even share in your joy. It's understandable that you'd be looking forward to a different kind of experience next time".

And though I didn't know if Santana was just speaking hypothetically or if she had the same vivid images I had in my head when she thought about "the next time", of us having a child together in the distant future, her words still filled me with joy and excitement to know we were on the same wavelength. Then as if she could read my mind, she turned to me and said;

"It would be great to do it with someone this time as well instead of being on my own. Especially someone I love".

And although her words could have been hypothetical once more, the glint in her eye told me that she was referring to me, and that she could visualise that kind of future for us too.

That night, Santana had surprised me with a trip to the Hyatt Regency for a tour of the stars, complete with chocolate covered strawberries and sparkline wine. Not only was it incredibly romantic, but it was also so thoughtful of Santana to do this on a day like today. Finding comfort looking at the stars had always been our thing, and we had spent many evenings in Faurot Park engaged in deep conversations, plus Santana knew my somewhat nerdy love for Astronomy. This trip was perfect for that, and the tour guide was full of facts that were new, even to me, who had done so much research into this subject. I was also appreciative that they allowed us time alone just to explore together before regrouping with the rest of the guests on the tour. As we sat together with our strawberries and wine, fixated by the clear night sky in a content silence, I couldn't help but think that if me taking Santana out in the Porsche Speedster last week was like a rehash of me taking her to prom, then this was like a rehash of Santana's date she had planned in Faurot Park over 5 years ago. Both of those events hadn't ended the way we wanted them to. I hadn't got the girl at prom, and she hadn't got the girl on her date night, but now we were almost getting a second chance to recreate these events with the happy endings. Suddenly I was overcome with emotion and I turned to the beautiful Latina by my side.

"Santana, I just really love you, you know?"

I watched the blush rise to her cheeks, soft features illuminated by moonlight, a toothless shy grin as she looked down, before raising her eyes back up to mine.

"I really love you too Brittany".

"Come here" I smiled, leaning forward to kiss her.

When we pulled away, we both subconsciously shook our heads and smiled, and I knew she was thinking the same thing that I was; that us being finally together felt so amazing, it felt like a dream. I couldn't believe we were actually here doing this, and I don't think she could either.

And I was watched the smallest of smiles adorning her lips, I couldn't help think about how awesomely in love we were and how our rocky path to get here just really didn't matter, because this was our end result. Every single tear, frustration and heart break had been worth it for this moment.

I leaned back on my arms to look up at the stars again, Santana doing the same, which reminded me of something I had read years ago about mirroring somebody's body language being a sign of attraction. Another comfortable silence came over us until I heard my favourite sound.

"You know Brit, just going back to our conversation earlier about you being a mom..." she began.

"Mm-hm?" I nodded curiously, waiting for her to continue.

"I don't know if this sounds weird or…but I'm going to say it anyway. Even before I realised my feelings for you, before I even knew I was gay and even thought about the dynamics of a family with two women. Putting aside any ridiculous stereotypes or the fact biology wouldn't allow it, I always used to just innately wish that Mila was yours. I knew as soon as you met her, that you loved her as much as I did, more than her own so-called father ever could at the time, and still now even though he's in her life, I doubt him. I remember so well, the night of your 19th birthday, and you chose to spend it with us with me covered in baby vomit and Mila screaming with colic. You fell asleep cradling her, and I just remember thinking, this is what family feels like. You being her aunty and her godmother, just never felt enough for me. I see so much of you in her, and I know you've influenced who she is, more than you even know. So, in answer to your question once again Brit, yes you'll be a good mom. Because you've already been like an amazing second mother to my girl, without you even knowing it".

Completely taken aback by Santana's words, I hadn't even realised the tears slipping down my cheeks until I felt the wetness hit my bare thigh. I wiped away the tears, only for more to fall, cleared my throat.

"Wow…San I'm…I'm so touched by that" I swallowed, completely overwhelmed. And I wanted to say so much more, but through my emotions I couldn't find the words, but one knowing look from Santana told me I'd conveyed everything I needed to say. She knew how much I loved and adored that child. Still, I tried to verbalise it.

"I…"

"Shh, don't speak" Santana said softly "I know already. Just relax and look up at the stars. Be in the moment"

And so, I did just that, appreciative of Santana knowing me well enough to know how overwhelmed I was feeling right now. I really just needed to take a few minutes to compose myself. It had been an emotional rollercoaster of a day.

"See the brightest star up there?" Santana whispered after a few minutes had passed, pointing up to the twinkling ball of gas in the sky.

I nodded.

"That's Baby LP" she spoke tenderly, face lit with the gentlest of smiles.

"Baby Lopez-Pierce?" I asked cautiously, confused at the unused abbreviation. Given our hypothetical conversations all day about future babies and now Santana's latest admission, it was no surprise my mind went there.

"Baby Little Poppy" Santana corrected, letting out a small laugh, and I felt my cheeks flush at my assumption.

"But…" she continued, her fingers dancing up my arm "Lopez-Pierce sure does have a nice ring to it doesn't it?".

And as she let out a wink, I felt my heart rate increase at both her words and the gesture. The effect she had on me had no bounds, I knew that for certain.


Wednesday was a relaxing day by the pool while Thursday we took surf lessons, something I found myself being actually quite good at due to my ability to balance and the strength in my core from dancing, in comparison to Santana who shrieked and fell in so many times, much to my amusement. On Friday we went shopping because what was a vacation without visiting all the novelty gift shops, plus Santana wanted to have a look to see if there was anything special for Mila's birthday which was coming up on the following Wednesday. On Saturday we visited the Maui Ocean Center, Santana beside herself with excitement over the turtle lagoon whilst I admired the dolphins, reminding her of my theory that they were just gay sharks and enjoying that sweet hearty laugh she did.

We had drinks and food that evening, making the most of our last proper evening, since we couldn't stay out too late Sunday since our flight back to Lima was early Monday morning. It was gone 1am when we collapsed exhausted and tipsy into bed, and it didn't take long for sleep to find me.

I didn't feel like I had been asleep so long when I was jolted awake by the sound of thunder. We'd been lucky enough to escape the Hawaiian storms so far, but now we were hit by one in full force. I reached for Santana sleepily, actually enjoying the feeling of being able to roll over in her warmth and go back to sleep to the sound of heavy rain, but instead I was met with the cool sheets, indicating she wasn't in bed and hadn't been for some time. I frowned and opened one eye, to see her standing with her back to me and looking out the patio doors that led out to the lanai. Usually she could sleep through anything, but I guessed the storm had woken her a lot sooner than it had me.

"Babe?" I croaked with every intention of telling her to come back to bed, but when she turned to me with her brow furrowed and face panicked, I immediately sat up because I knew something was wrong.

"Are we being crazy Brit?"

"What? San what do you mean?" I asked softly, my heart beginning to thump with concern.

"This. Us. It's all so…well it's all so quick isn't it? One minute you're with Sam, and I'm with Dani. You're married. You promised yourself to someone forever 3 weeks ago, and now you're here with me, and it feels amazing but…we, I…" Santana let out a deep breath, her eyes erratically dashing from side to side as her thoughts came spilling out a mile a minute, before closing them to gather herself. She opened them again and focused solely on me, this time her voice cracked with vulnerability "I'm scared Brit…"

I swallowed thickly, suddenly so aware of the sound of my heart thumping violently against my heart in my own panic. Things had been going so perfect, now she was unsure about us. I couldn't handle that. Not after everything it took to get her. We'd been talking so positively of the future, even making subtle hints at marriage and babies in the not so near future, now this? Then I thought that maybe that's what had freaked her out. Even though it was all hypothetical, maybe it was too much too soon. I quickly stood, grabbing my satin robe so not to make her uncomfortable since I was just in my underwear, and rushed over to talk to her.

"Is this because of the chats we've been having? About kids and the future? Because San, that was all hypothetical and…"

"Noooo Brit, it's not that at all" she shook her head to cut me off, and I didn't know if her answer provided me with relief or panic, because if it wasn't that then what was it?

"You just…aren't sure if you want to be with me?" I clenched my jaw nervously lowering my head because I didn't think I could look at her and have her see my heart visibly break if she said yes.

"What!? No, no, no, no no" she said quickly, her demeanour suddenly softening as she walked over and placed her hands tentatively on either side of my waist, a gesture that made me feel semi-relieved.

"Of course, I do. So much." she emphasised "So much that it scares me. I just worry that…I'm getting ahead of myself, and that you might not feel as strongly as I do and…my brains just going haywire right now."

Suddenly it all made sense, and though concerned for Santana's panic I felt another bout of relief wash over me as I realised it wasn't that she didn't want to be with me, it was that she was doing her classic Santana Lopez thing of overthinking everything. We were yin and yang in that aspect. I was generally a "go with the flow" laid back kind of person, whereas Santana always needed to process things and think them through. She was a worrier at heart, and often had to rationalise things before she could let them go and be at ease. Things had happened so fast between us, what with us jetting straight off to this blissful bubble, it was obviously just catching up on her now. Naturally her thoughts were at their loudest in the middle of the night, and probably amplified by the alcohol we had consumed earlier. Add that to the fact we were about to go back home to reality and burst the bubble, I could understand how she'd got here. I knew all I needed to do now was listen and talk to her and let her get everything off her chest, even if her thoughts about me not feeling as strongly was ludicrous to me, it was a very real thought to her that she needed to process.

"Will you sit with me?" I asked gently, placing the palm of my hands over hers, where they rested firmly on my waist still. When she nodded, I took them and led her over to the edge of the bed.

"Talk to me beautiful." I prompted with a smile "Tell me what's going on in there. You said we should be more open with communication, and I think this would be a great start for us".

And I watched as she sighed and gathered her thoughts together, the way she always did when she was trying to make sense of everything.

"Why did you agree to marry Sam?" she asked nervously, pausing slightly before explaining further "I mean…Marriage Brittany. That's such a big thing, and…it was all so left field. One minute you were in love with me and writing me letters, the next you're married to Sam in the blink of an eye. Now that's over with, and you're here with me and…I guess I just need to get my head around it all. I want you to be sure too, because that's a lot to process in the space of a few months. I don't judge you Brit, but I need to understand it. I need to understand how you could marry him when you loved me. Like, were you really happy when I asked you if you were, or was it all for show? I get to an extent how you could try fill the void with someone, like I did for years with Dani, which I now know wasn't right. But…marriage? It was all so rash and…I need to make sure you're not being rash here too. That you're thinking clearly, and you really want this over a life with Sam".

Again, Santana's thoughts had spilled out thick and fast, and I didn't know where to begin to address them, but I could tell getting the doubts out of her mind and verbalised had already made her feel slightly better.

"Okay listen to me honey" I soothed "I know you. I know your doubtful mind. First of all, I want you to look at me and tell me truthfully if you doubt the love, I have for you?"

She watched me carefully, as I penetrated her eyes with mine, mustering all my love into once glance. It must have worked, because she slow shook her head.

"I know that you love me, I'm just confused by it all. Would you have stayed with him forever if I didn't tell you how I felt? Did you love him and me at the same time?"

I squeezed her hand to stop her before she could carry on another tangent of questions, before I'd even addressed the first lot.

"Sam's proposal came out of left field for me too, you know that already. And at first, the obvious answer was no. But just like I told you before, I was scared. My life just seemed to be on halt waiting for you, and Sam was offering me a tiny slice of something I wanted. A family, stability, somebody I could home to every night. Something I wanted from you but at the time it just felt like I wasn't getting. And maybe a part of me was just trying to fill a void, but an even bigger part of me actually decided that I needed to let go and live my life. When you asked me if I was happy, I wasn't lying. I was happy my life was moving forward somewhat, for some of my dreams to be on the horizon. But of course, it was all with the wrong person, so innately no, I wasn't happy. Would I be still with him now? Probably. 6 months down the line maybe I'd still be there trying to make it work, a year even. But ultimately, I would have realised it wasn't working, it wasn't true happiness, and he would have had the same realisation. I loved Sam as a person, but I was never in love with him, and I knew that. But I also knew I wasn't capable of letting myself fall for anyone but you, so I at least had to try. He was the consolation prize, and I feel awful for saying that, but I daresay I was his too. We both just panicked about the future and grabbed onto something with both hands to try make it more real, but in the end we both knew it wasn't right. And although we were incredibly naïve to go ahead with yes, I agree with you, such a rash decision in the first place, we were also lucky enough to realise it early on. It's not ideal, but it's the situation we're faced with. There's a document that says right now I'm married to him, but my heart belongs to you Santana. Always has. And you have to know that as irrational as I was to rush things with Sam like that, nothing about the way this love is unfolding fast with you feels wrong to me. I've waited for this my whole life, and loving you feels like second nature to me".

I watched her break into a watery smile before stroking my thumb across her cheek.

"Do you believe me?"

Tears trickled down her cheeks as she nodded silently, before looking at me to speak.

"I do. I do, and I'm sorry for doubting it. It's not even that I did doubt you. It's just…you know how my mind can get. Everything has been such a whirlwind. To deal with seeing you marry him and have my heart physically ache, in contrast to now, the peace and happiness I feel at getting to so freely love you. I just worried I was getting ahead of myself that's all…it feels weird to be this happy. As if something is going to go wrong at any time now and someone's going to tell me this is all a trick and you're going to end up back in the arms of Sam".

"That's definitely not going to happen honey".

"I know. I know that now. I'm sorry. I just got carried away…"

"You are allowed to be happy you know. This is your shot at true happiness, and you deserve it. We both do. So please stop worrying about the future because…I love you, and you love me. The only thing holding us back from being together so much earlier, was the fact we didn't verbalise that. But now we know it, so it really is that simple".

"I think it's because we've had such an amazing couple of weeks too, and now we're going back to reality. Being here was simple and easy, but life back home might not be so much. We live in different cities for a start, and then there's the annulment. You still have to tell your family about Sam and…all this stuff is just buzzing away in my mind. I just wish it was an easy road for us Brit".

"Look I don't want you to worry about the Sam thing. That's our mess to worry about, not yours. He and I have already discussed everything. When we get back to Lima, we have Moo's birthday to focus on. Sam's back on the road, so nobody's going to question his whereabouts at her party. Then I'm back in New York for 10 days and then Sam and I are going to come back to Lima and speak to our parents separately about things not working out. He doesn't get a break until then, and it's only fair for our parents to find out at the same time. They're not going to be happy and I imagine they'll have a bunch of questions, but really San, I don't want you worrying about it. I really don't care about any of it, now that I have you by my side. The distance, the annulment, the awkward conversation with my parents, it'll all work itself out. Yes, there are going to be bumps in the road, but with my girlfriend by my side; I know I can get through anything".

Santana looked up at me and sniffed.

"Girlfriend?"

I panicked a bit, thinking I'd overstepped the mark. Sure, we hadn't officially put a title on things, but that's just what I assumed she was to me.

"Yeah, sorry I'm just assuming…"

She cut me off with an abrupt kiss that made my eyes shut in surprise because I didn't see it coming, and when I opened my eyes again, I noticed her own eyes were watering once more.

"Are you crying?" I asked softly.

"It's just that I'm really happy" she replied.

I squeezed her hand tightly as she composed herself.

"Sorry" she laughed through her tears, as she wiped her eyes "I just didn't know how much I needed to hear that until you just said it. I guess I just needed that verbal clarification to what we were. Suddenly now…everything feels okay".

"I just assumed that we were from the minute I came to your hotel room and told you things were finished with Sam. I just knew from that moment that I was going to be with you for always. I'm sorry, it never occurred to me to put a label on things or to officially ask you".

"I knew I'd be with you for always too. And it's not that you needed to do that, I should have just known it too, I just get so carried away in my own head sometimes, that clarifying things like that always make things better. If I would have realised that earlier, I could have saved myself a whole lot of heartache tonight".

She chuckled lightly, and it was good to see her smiling again.

"Well, if you want me to ask officially Miss Lopez, I totally can" I raised my eyebrows and smirked, glad our playful behaviour was back.

"No babe, you really don't need to do that" she laughed, but it was too late, and I cleared my throat jokingly before turning deadly serious because as much as the question didn't need to be asked, it was still a meaningful moment.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

And even though it wasn't needed, Santana still let out an excited squeal that made me laugh lovingly, it was like we were a pair of teenagers. She leaned forward to kiss me again.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Kiss me again, and I might be able to figure it out…"

She laughed but willingly obliged. It didn't matter that it was almost 4am and we'd be tired tomorrow, I knew all of this was so needed.

I wrapped my arm protectively around her shoulder as she sank into me with a content sigh, clearly the weight of the world had been lifted for her, and I felt a pang of guilt that I hadn't realised before how much she needed that validation. But…we were here now, and most importantly, we were communicating.

"Look at us. We're getting so good at this communication thing" I laughed, before making a more earnest observation "You know…we always seem to have our best talks in the middle of the night".

"I think they call that pillow talk. Things just always seem easier to share at night. There's no distractions and it's when we're at our most vulnerable and relaxed".

"That makes sense. I think as time goes on, we'll find it easier to talk at all times, not just in the middle of the night. But I'm glad we can have pillow talk for now if that feels easiest. We can make that our little thing. You can wake me at any time of night to talk to me if you're ever having doubts about anything San. And I don't just mean about us".

"I think now we've had that conversation we'll find it easier to communicate in general too. I can talk to you about anything, always could, but the relationship stuff is new to us. But we're getting there. I promise if I ever do need pillow talk, I'll let you know though, and you can always do the same for me and I'll be ready to talk and listen at whatever time of night".

"Maybe we should do a weekly pillow talk session just to talk about us. I think it would be a good habit to get into. It doesn't have to be quite so late, and sometimes it'll be over Skype rather than in bed together which I don't really want to think about just now, but I think it'll be really healthy for us to make that intimate space for us just to talk early on into our relationship".

"I think that's a great idea Brit".

I matched Santana's smile with one of my own, and the old me probably would have linked pinkies with her, but the new me could seal our promises with kisses instead. So, I did just that.

Before long, our kisses became more heated, and I could feel Santana getting breathless underneath me. My robe was half hanging off anyway, so I rid myself of it. Feeling more emotionally close to Santana than ever, I felt the need to touch her bare skin, and I tugged at the oversized t-shirt she had put on. Reading my cue, she removed the shirt, until we were at the base we had reached many times before; making out frantically in our underwear. The thunder and lightning had stopped now, and it was just the sound of soft rain against the glass, with the occasional moan from Santana, a sound that was driving me crazy.

I dipped my tongue into Santana's mouth, revelling in the taste of her, cherishing each and every shred of contact between us as I hovered over her with my hands trailing down her sides. Her skin so soft and velvety and pricking at my touch, it felt cliché to say I felt sparks at my fingertips, but that's entirely what it felt like. I wanted to touch more of her, and soon I was kissing down her chest, watching her eyes close in pleasure. And as my hands made their way to her bra clad cleavage, I found myself getting brave.

"Can I take this off?"

She nodded, at a loss for words due to her arousal, her eyes so dark with desire they were making me feel all types of ways.

I returned to kissing her, my hands enjoying their new freedom, as I tentatively ran my hands over her breasts. The way Santana squirmed underneath me told me she was enjoying my touch, as much as I was enjoying exploring new parts of her.

Then, without warning and never breaking the kiss, Santana swiftly flipped me over on the bed, and I swallowed, chest heaving as I found myself underneath her. Our bodies were flush together, and the feel of her breasts against my own was euphoric, but I wanted rid of all limitations. I shuffled slightly to remove my own bra, and when Santana saw what I was doing, she reached down and did it for me in one swift movement. I could tell she was no stranger to that.

As we crashed against each other once more, our bare breasts touching this time, I moaned into her mouth and Santana's hips bucked at the sound. I was so aware of my arousal and the warmth between my legs, and as Santana shifted on my thigh, I could feel her own wetness seeping through her panties, causing me to shudder in anticipation.

I closed my eyes as Santana broke away from my lips to place a trail of firm kisses across my jaw and along to the shell of my ear, one of my most sensitive points. My back arched in pleasure and Santana took that as her cue to continue, as she made her way down my neck, suckling lightly on my pulse point before peppering hot kisses along my collar bone.

By the time she had made her way to my breast, kneading my left with one hand and teasingly taken my right nipple into her mouth, slowly licking around it before popping it into her mouth, I was in a state of desperation. I had never wanted anybody so badly in my whole life, and all I could do was tangle my hands in her thick dark tresses as she manipulated my body to pleasure me.

After she was satisfied, she had paid my left nipple the same attention as my right, she moved up to observe me. I was passed the point of no return at this point, and as she cupped my face, brown eyes gliding over my naked torso, my lips, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, as if she was taking in every single detail, my breath caught in my throat at the level of intimacy I felt with her in that moment. I had never felt anything like it before.

"So beautiful." She whispered, placing a chaste kiss on my lips as her left hand trailed up and down my body, leaving sparks in its wake.

As she inched further down, her hands grazing over my panties, her eyes never leaving mine, she spoke again.

"Are you okay? Are you scared?" she asked softly, eyes inquisitive and gentle as she thumbed over the top side of my thigh.

"A little…" I admitted, and she immediately began to remove her hand.

"We can stop babe…"

I cut her off, and moved her hand back, only this time closer to where I needed her the most.

"No. I don't want you to stop" I told her firmly.

"Are you sure?" she asked, eyes etched with concern and frantically searching mine. I simply leaned in to kiss her deeply.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life".

And as I looked into deep brown eyes that I loved so much, I knew I was safe, and suddenly any scrap of fears and insecurity melted away, replaced by a deep longing for Santana to touch me and get me to a place I knew only she could truly get me to.

I needed her to touch me, and I began to hitch my panties over my hips until she softly placed her hands over mine.

"Let me." She said firmly, and I happily obliged, the husk in her increasing the burning arousal that was building in my lower belly.

She kissed down my body, over toned abs and taut calves, exploring every inch of me with her mouth, my panties long discarded. I was growing desperate, and I physically needed her to touch me.

"San please?" I just about managed to pant out.

She had one hand behind my waist to support me, while the other found my most sensitive spot, and my own hands reached out to grab the sides of the bed to anchor me. I groaned involuntarily at the touch of her fingers making light work of me, exploring every crevice and making soft circular motions. As I began to press myself into her, begging for more, she increased the tension, and I knew the sounds and movements I were making were working her up too.

As I began to climb the peak, Santana withdrew her hand and grabbed mine, removing her supporting hand to do the same on the other side. I groaned at the loss of contact, but before long she was kissing over my hips and down to where I needed her again.

The sensation when her tongue met my centre almost sent me spiralling over the edge, and I couldn't help but push myself into her more, as I squeezed tight on to her hands. I looked at her through hooded eyes, and the sight of her working between my two legs turned my breath ragged, and soon the arousal was too much, and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

Completely in tune with my body, she withdrew her mouth, causing me to look at her again.

"Can I?" she asked, tentatively circling me, and I could only nod in response. I was beyond comprehension now.

She entered me with two fingers, and my hands found her hair once more as she curled them upwards, moving them inside of me. I began pushing my hips into her, and together we found a pace that worked, as I dragged my nails down Santana's back causing her to moan.

It was that sound, paired with the added pressure of Santana's thumb gliding over me that sent me soaring, and with one last thrust of the hips I found myself at dizzying heights I'd never reached before. White stars pricked my eyes, as my walls tightened around Santana's fingers. She knew exactly when to remove them, and as I rode the rollercoaster of release, she cradled me.

When I finally opened my eyes to meet her, she looked at me with such fondness and care, I couldn't believe I had ever been worried to be with her in this way. It had felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"Never better" I sighed contentedly, because that was all I could manage for now. And she leaned over me to place tender kisses on my eyelids, across each cheek, on my forehead, the tip of my nose, then down to my lips, whilst I lay there regaining my composure. She curled up next to me and soothingly stroked up and down my arm, until eventually I came back down to earth. I turned on my side, so we were fully facing each other and entwined her hands, placing a soft kiss on her left one.

"That was incredible" I breathed out.

She let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it" she smiled in that ever so bashful Santana way.

"I want to make you feel that good"

"Just relax Brit, we've got forever" she soothed, her hands still roaming down my arms and making their way down my sides as we enjoyed the intimacy.

But I knew how worked up she was. And I wanted to make her feel the way I felt so badly, so I boldly captured her in a deep kiss, which she happily returned, pressing herself into me and groaning at the contact.

"I don't think I can last long Brit" she breathed frantically.

"Shh" I hushed her gently, as I began exploring her body with my hands, my thumbs grazing over her erect nipples.

I kissed everywhere. Wanting to taste her, wanting to feel her, and I felt her starting to whimper and shake beneath me. I wanted to take my time with her, but I knew she needed me.

I pushed my thigh into her, and she let out another throaty moan, my own arousal building vastly again at the sounds she was making, the pleasure evident in the contortion of her face.

Knowing I couldn't drag it out with her for much longer, I moved down her body and swiftly removed her panties, before moving back up to her face, my own just inches from her. I needed my doubtful girl to know this.

"You, Santana Lopez" I husked "are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen".

I kissed her hard, as my hand found her inner thigh, and before long I was exploring her silk folds. It was a world so new to me, but it also felt so familiar at the same time. All I could do was take cues from Santana and she seemed to be enjoying everything I did, which was the most satisfying thing I'd ever seen.

As I dipped inside her, aware she was teetering on the edge, I studied her face. Every time she let out a pleasurable moan or a whimper, I felt my own arousal pang, but nothing prepared me for the sight of her coming undone. Watching her face go from one of intense need to pure euphoria, was nearly enough to send me flying again.

I had done that to her, and quite frankly, I'd never been so pleased with myself.

She breathlessly pulled me towards her, my fingers still inside her, as her our sweaty foreheads clashed together. I knew she just needed to be close to me, as she kissed me firmly on the lips. I slowly removed myself from her as she panted against me, and she collapsed back on the bed in a heap, pulling me with her.

I simply wrapped her in my arms and peppered her with kisses, as I waited for her to come down.

The only words she was breathlessly capable of in that moment being

"Brit…you are just…everything".


The storm stayed for our last day in paradise, and anybody else might have found this disappointing, but for Santana and I it was the perfect excuse to stay in our room all day and further explore our newfound chapter. We didn't get dressed all day, and I lost count of the number of orgasms shared between us, but hey- we had a lot of lost time to make up for.

Begrudgingly I tore myself away to get ready, because Santana said she had one last surprise up her sleeve for our last night here. This was easier said than done because apparently even showers turn to sex once you've opened the door to the magical world that is lady sex.

I really could have stayed in that hotel room until the taxi to the airport came to collect us in the morning, but when Santana whipped a blindfold on me and took me by the hand to lead me to her surprise, I knew what she had planned had to be worth it.

"Okay, here we are babe!" she smiled excitedly, as she removed my blindfold. I took in the sight of the romantic looking wooden treehouse, set atop a flight of wooden lit stairs. A single table for two could be seen inside, and as we walked up to the sound of music; I even noticed the small details of the band playing "Mine" on the Hawaiian ukulele. Considering we shared a kiss to that song, it was a special one for us, plus the fact it was a special little girl's favourite ever song. Santana really had gone all out here, and I felt myself tearing up. When she had planned it what with all our escapades, I had no idea, but I was so grateful for her.

When we reached the top, I was stunned by the panoramic ocean views. It was a private dining experience just for the two of us, a private chef there to provide our 7-course-meal, freshly cooking whatever we fancied. As we stood beneath the canopy of mangos and avocados, I turned to her and took her hand in mine.

"This is amazing honey. Thank you so much" I said earnestly.

"Well, I figured it was high time I took my girlfriend out, on our first official date" she blushed, that dimpled smile that I loved so much, making an appearance.

"Celebrating anything special tonight ladies?" the waiter had asked at the beginning of the experience.

"Just our togetherness" Santana smiled warmly, as my heart beat ferociously inside of me.

Naturally, we couldn't keep our hands off each other all evening, and when the dining experience was over (the best food I had ever eaten may I add), we headed hand in hand back towards our room since we had an early start tomorrow. I knew we definitely wouldn't be sleeping straight away though, because as much as we were both itching to see a certain almost 11-year-old tomorrow, we needed to enjoy this privacy and togetherness while we could.

Before we got back, we stopped to have our picture taken, and an old married couple stopped and smiled at us.

"We couldn't help but notice you around the resort a few times, and you look very in love. When you get to our age, it's always so refreshing to see" said the woman.

"Thank you" Santana smiled "We certainly are very in love"

"How long have the two of you been together?" the man asked, and as Santana paused to think about it, I immediately answered.

"12 years" I said, confident and proud.

"Wow that's an achievement in itself!" said the woman "well it looks like you don't need any advice from us, but the key to it all is even when you're old and grey, remember how in love you are in this moment. Never forget it, and your love will never fade".

"Seems to work for us" the man smiled, and leaned forward to kiss his wife, and my heart swelled both at their adorableness- because who doesn't love an old married couple- and at the thought of growing wrinkly and grey with Santana.

After we had wished the cute couple well and said our goodbyes, thanking them for their advice and assuring them we'll take it on board, Santana turned to me.

"12 years huh?" she raised her brow with a smirk.

"Well, we could hardly say the real answer, we're supposed to be married remember?" I laughed. "No but seriously, that is the real answer. We may not have been physically together, but you've had my heart since our very first kiss so…we've always been together in my here" I gestured, tapping against my chest.

Santana's expression looked though her own heart was melting, as she let out a watery smile.

"I mean, I could have said since we were 5, since that's probably the real answer if we're going with how long I've loved you., but I guess that might have sounded a little weird"

"Maybe just a bit" Santana laughed, before her expression turned serious "I feel the same though. I love you, B. I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be the one to call you my girlfriend".

"Well believe it, because it's true"

"For always?"

"For always, always".