Author's Note: This one took me forever to write. I started back in March. Sorry, Y'all. There is one short epilogue that I will be posting tomorrow. The sex scenes are pretty vanilla.
Four Years Later
Brittany parks her car in the parking lot in the same spot between the two cars she and Santana shared. It's the spot her father used to park his car. She smiles as she always does. The memory of her father no longer makes her sad and instead makes her smile when she thinks of him. He's been on her mind all day, and for a good reason, too. Today was the first day she took over her father's company.
It went much better than expected. She has been anticipating this moment for a while. She's been growing anxious and nervous with each class she passed to get closer to her degree. Though she didn't do much but learn about her job responsibilities from one of her top managers, she knows she's ready to take over her father's company. Math has always come naturally to her. She had been told she was gifted from an early age. It was one of the reasons she got a fully paid scholarship. So, yeah, Brittany knew she was more than prepared for the job. She'd even challenged herself to meet or beat her father's record, one he had set before he passed.
Her smile grows as she turns her engine off. Brittany knows she can do it. Her father believed she could, and that only made her more determined.
She grabs her feminine business brief, a gift from Santana for her first day, and opens the door. She's gotten home from school many times, but this feels different. Coming from work feels different. Money had not been an issue for her and Santana because of her inheritance and Santana's income. Coming home from work feels like she's finally contributing instead of having something handed to her. It's only been one day, but this feeling is better than she ever imagines. She hopes the sense of accomplishment never fades away.
She approaches the door, getting her keys out to unlock the door. She smiles at the distant sounds on the other side of the door.
Brittany barely has to hang her pantsuit blazer and business brief when she hears a little girl squeal, "Mami is home," as a body crashes into the back of her legs and arms wrap around her.
Her smile grows, grows, grows and until a giggle escapes her mouth. She looks down and sees a head full of brown curls. Soon, two big blue eyes are looking up at her with a big smile. Her heart is happy, happy, happy as she bends down to lift her daughter into her arms and places a bunch of kisses all over. It only makes her daughter break out into giggles.
In the distance, she hears Santana's voice.
"David! What do you think your mom will say? You are butt naked. You need to put some clothes on right this second, mister. Don't! Don't you dare, little man. Get back here!"
There a quick movement of feet and laughter sounding near and near, followed by a sound of what she assumes is Santana walking quickly behind her son.
Brittany watches as the door opens quickly, and then everything stops.
David's eyes go wide. Santana soon comes into her view.
"I'd say that Santa is making a list of all the naughty kids, and someone looks like they might not get a Christmas present this year."
There's a little gasp of shock that comes out of Brittany's daughter.
"Not fair," David says with a pout on his face.
Brittany makes her way to him and leans down to kiss her son. "Listen to your mama, David. Put some clothes on, or your auntie Quinn is going to see you butt naked." She tells him before standing straight to look at her wife and greeting her with a kiss.
Brittany smiles into the kiss when she hears her two children voicing their displeasure in the display of affection.
"Quinn will be here at 8," Santana whispers to her when they pull away from the kiss.
"I'll go get ready for our date," she responds happily.
She can't but marvel at her earlier thought at how different this all feels in the back of her mind. Coming home from work, getting greeted by her kids, and kissing the love of her life hello - It's a trade she'll take any day. No questions asked.
She kisses Sophia on the cheek once more before putting her down.
"Ponte tus zapatos, amorcito.(Put your shoes on, love)."
She smiles when Sophia nods before turning away to the direction of her old room that her daughter Sophia now shares with her son, David. She smiles more when she sees Santana walking back out of their room and in the exact directions as her daughter with clothes for her son.
Santana hugs Quinn and whispers her gratitude into her ear.
Friday nights are their date nights. It's a tradition they started soon after the twins were born. Brittany was in school, and she was working. Apart from raising their kids together, they didn't get to spend much time together. It had been too long since she and Brittany had gotten any time alone where things weren't rushed. She wanted nights of passion with no instructions and lazy cuddles.
After gym earlier this week, she asked Quinn to babysit.
"Just make sure you get laid. I did not accompany you to the gym and spend months hearing dieting with you for this not to pay off," Quinn teased in her ear before yelling away.
Santana can't help but laugh airily.
"Are you sure you've got this?" She asks, needing to be sure.
Sure, she and Brittany have had dates every week, but this is different. This was the first time she was leaving them overnight.
"Mercedes is on her way. Puck and Sam are not coming. They are hanging out at Karofsky's to watch the game tonight. I promise things will be okay. It's one night. Plus, they love Mercedes and me."
Slim but strong arms wrap around her waist, and her eyes close when she feels Brittany's body press into her. Her hands come up to rests on Brittany's, and she turns her head so that Brittany can kiss her cheek.
"Ready to go, Babe?" Brittany whispers into her ear.
Santana can only nod in response.
"I've got this. You two better have a good night," Quinn says as she motions for them to go.
Santana holds Brittany's hand as they walk to the door. Their kids come rushing to the door. They both hug and kiss them and tell them they love them.
"Be good to your tías," Santana reminds them but looks sternly at David.
Above her, she can hear Brittany tell Quinn that she owes her one. Quinn is quick to confirm that Brittany does.
Soon, they're in their car holding hands as they drive to the restaurant Brittany had selected for them. She has no idea where it is or what they are eating, but she knows it'll be good. Brittany hasn't ever failed to take her to a place she didn't like.
She smiles as she looks out the window. Memories of her relationship with Brittany lay in her head. Everything between them had happened all out of order. Things had been so complicated. They slept together, she was married, they lost David, and she got pregnant. Through it all, they loved each other. Santana didn't think she could fall deeper for Brittany, but then they started dating. She learned everything there was to know about Brittany. To her surprise, she fell even deeper.
Brittany smiles as Santana tells her a story about her Abuela. Santana mentions her often. It's been years since she passed, but Santana misses this woman. Silently, Brittany thanks the older woman that still holds a special place in Santana's heart because Santana is the gentle person she is because of her. There is no way she learned how to love from her mother.
"We watched Maria la del Barrio that entire summer. I totally had a crush on Thalía."
"I wish I could have met her," Brittany says honestly.
"I would have loved it if you would have met her, too. She'd try to feed you with a big plate of rice and beans because she'd think you're too skinny."
Brittany smiles when Santana takes her hand before bringing it to her full lips and kissing it.
"Given some time, she would have come to approve of you, too. I know it. You're everything she would have approved of."
Santana kisses her hand again, letting her lips linger as she stares into Brittany's eyes.
Brittany shakes her head at how adorable Santana is. Santana is just too perfect for words. The feeling inside her blooms as Santana continues. With each word Santana speaks, Brittany knows that the time is right.
Her smile grows at the secret knowledge she has about what is in store for them tomorrow. It's something she's been planning very carefully. When she told Quinn about her plans to propose, Quinn offered to help.
Once Brittany purchased the ring, all the other pieces fell into place. It was so hard for Brittany not to ask her every single day, but Brittany wanted it to be special. This was, after all, the woman that loves her enough to share a family with her.
Brittany laughs when Santana says that Abuela would love her for giving her grandkids.
"Laugh all you want, but Abuela would think you're a miracle worker for convincing me to have kids."
"We both know I didn't really do any convincing," Brittany replies, and Santana's smile grows.
Santana's laughter stops, but her smile doesn't fade.
"You didn't have to. When I found out, I knew I would love them forever because they are something we made together. I didn't need you to convince me about that, but you did convince me that I was deserving of happiness and true love, too. We talk about how hard it was for me a lot, but I don't think I could ever find the words to express how hard it really was for me. If you did, you would understand that it does feel like magic. You are magic, Brittany. You did something to me, and I am forever grateful. I wouldn't have all the love in the world if it weren't for you."
It's corny as fuck, but it makes Brittany's whole body warm. It's words like this that make her feel that she's making the right decision.
"I love you, Santana," Brittany says in awe.
Santana returns her words after kissing the inside of her palm and letting them go. Brittany continues eating dinner, but she raises an eyebrow at Santana, who looks pensive and, by the way, she's fidgeting with her hands; she's nervous.
"Britt, there's something I want to talk to you about."
"What's up, buttercup?" She says with a smile before she takes a bite of her breadstick.
"I know this probably isn't the time considering you've just finished school, and you just took over your father's company, but what are your plans for the future. Like, what do you want to do?"
Brittany smiles, "You." She answers without hesitation.
Brittany's smile grows when Santana swoons.
"I'm serious, Britt," Santana says with a grin.
"What? I am serious. You are my future. You have always been my future."
Santana swallows thickly, "What does that mean for us?" she asks.
"It means a lot for us. I want a ring on that finger. I want you to wear it and show it off and have everyone in New York wishing that you were single. I want us to have the family we never had. I want a cat and a dog. I want it all with you."
Brittany can't help her smile growing as she talks. She secretly is promising all these things to her. She loves the way Santana smiles, too. It's a sign they are on the right page. Despite the smile, tears are forming in Santana's eyes.
Brittany reaches to comfort Santana by placing her hand on Santana's.
"Are you crying?" She asks with concern.
"It's just that I am really happy," Santana responds.
"Me, too," Brittany says.
Brittany doesn't have to say the words before Santana calls their server over to ask for the check.
Santana can't stop smiling no matter how much her cheeks hurt. The butterflies in her stomach haven't left since Brittany told her she saw a future where they get married and have more kids. Marriage has been on her mind for months that she had started looking for rings to propose to Brittany when she was working on her last thesis paper about something she dubbed the Brittany Code. She remembers the exact moment marriage popped into her head.
Santana was not feeling good. Her nose was runny, and her head hurt—the telltale signs she was coming down with a cold.
Sick or not, parents don't take breaks. Brittany had finals, and the twins needed her. There was no way she was going to spend the day in bed.
Despite her resistance, Brittany took her to bed and made her rest. Once Brittany reassured her she would have it under control, she caved.
"Babe, I got this. You can count on me, remember?" Brittany had said.
Santana nodded. How could she forget?
"The twins and I are going to have fun. We'll be fine. I've already finished my work. All you have to do is change into something comfy and rests. I'll make your lunch and some medicine if you're not feeling better,"
Brittany kissed her on the head and walked out of the room.
She ended up falling asleep and did so for hours. When she woke up, it was nighttime. There was not a sound in the house, and that was arming. Having two young children, there weren't many opportunities for the place to be this quiet.
She walked out of the room and to the living room. The first thing she saw was a large fort in the living room. White sheets allowed her to see that they had managed to hang up some lights in there. She could see through the thin linen that they were resting on some pillows.
She got closer to them and entered the tarp only to find that they had fallen asleep. She smiled as her heart filled with warmth and love. Sophia rested on her stomach, and her head was on her chests. David was wrapped around her thigh. His head rested on her thigh, which served as his pillows.
They looked so peaceful, sleeping, and beautiful. She bit her lip, looking at Brittany. There was something about Brittany being motherly that she loved more than any other version of Brittany.
She wanted to keep her forever.
Santana is taken out of memory lane when she recognizes the street. Sure enough, Brittany passes past the club where they met. Her heartbeats are faster as she turns to look at Brittany, who is driving. Brittany's smile is big, telling her she remembers that night, too.
"Out of all the places in the world, I still can't believe I met you there."
"I never went back. There was no reason to. I knew no one would ever compare."
Before Santana could reply, Brittany enters the parking lot of the hotel they'd be staying at.
"You didn't?" Santana says after recognizing it's the same hotel they slept with all those years ago.
"I did. I got us the same room, too."
Santana can't even find the words. She bites her lower lip and shakes her head at how much she loves this romantic stuff. Brittany is taking her to the same hotel and staying in the same room where they met.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she makes a note to get a ring soon. This is the girl she wants to be with, no questions asked.
"Well, except one." She thinks to herself.
The thought makes the crazy butterfly in her stomach go rampant as she tries not to calm her heart. Some things make her think soon, soon, soon, like the way Brittany's fingers lace with hers or the way Brittany keeps touching her like she can't go too long without doing so or she'd fade away. She needs to propose soon.
Brittany lets go of her hand to retrieve the hotel key, so Santana checks Brittany out.
Brittany is wearing a short black dress with her sexy back and shoulders exposed. Santana can't help but to run her fingers down the dip of her spring, down, down, down to her perfectly round ass that the dress only made more profound where she gropes it. She continues to let her eyes travel down the long muscular legs. Brittany is wearing black stiletto heels. Brittany had been complimenting her sparkly peach-colored mid-thigh length dress all night long, but Brittany was the hotter one tonight.
"Like what you see?' She hears Brittany ask her.
The flirty smile and voice let her know Brittany had been looking at her checking her out.
"I love what I see," She says as she lifts her hand and spanks Brittany's butt causing Brittany to yelp in surprise and Brittany's ass to giggle at the motion.
Santana giggles before passing her and reaching behind her to grab Brittany's arm and pulling her into the room with her. As Soon as Brittany puts the lock on the door, Santana presses her against it. Santana grabs her face and crashes their lips together, kissing her. Brittany's hands grip her waist.
Brittany's mouth is sweet. She can't taste a bit of the sweetness left on her lips from the vanilla ice cream they had for dessert, and it causes her to moan. Santana sucks her lower lip before she slides her tongue along Brittany's lips, begging for permission. Brittany opens her mouth without hesitation, and Santana slides her tongue into the depths of Brittany's hot mouth. Her tongue quickly finds Brittany's, and both moan. Brittany tilts her head to the side, allowing her more access.
Santana takes one of her hands and slides sit to Brittany's thighs. She caresses the skin briefly before sliding her hand across her smooth, muscular leg, under the hem of Brittany's dress, and towards her ass. The other one soon follows. She squeezes and gropes her ass a few times, living the full, heavyweight of Brittany's perfect ass in her hands. Her hips involuntary bump into hers.
Breathing becomes an issue, but instead of pulling apart, Brittany moves one of her hands to Santana's face and caresses her while her lips move along her jawline. Santana lifts her head slightly while pushing Brittany's underwear down and then focusing on undoing Brittany's tuck before removing the taped flap. With the many years they spent together, Santana learned how to help Brittany take it since she understood how tucking was done. She'd seen Brittany do it all the time.
Santana is careful as she free's Brittanys cock and balls. They fall into place, and Brittany signs in relief once it is off.
"Thank you, Baby," Brittany whispers to her through her kisses.
Santana kisses her passionately while one hand moves to grope Brittany's growing cock. It causes her to smile against Brittany's lips when Brittany moans.
Brittany turning like putty in her hands is her favorite thing. She loves that she is responsible for provoking such a response from Brittany. Santana runs her tongue along Brittany's jawline until she gets to her neck, where she kisses her neck, only to suck the skin, marking her. Brittany's eyes never leave her as she goes down, down, down until she is on her knees.
She pushes down Brittany's underwear until they are down to her ankles and lifts her dress. Her eyes are eye level with Brittany's growing cock, and her balls. Her mouth grabs her balls, and she likes between her balls before taking one into her mouth. She sucks slowly as her hand wraps around her cock, and she begins to pump.
She can hear Brittany gasps as she stares at her.
"San,"
The way Brittany looks at her makes her wetter. She lets go of her ball and takes the other into her mouth, and sucks it, too. Brittany's cock is growing, growing, growing. Her strokes become longer and longer. She soon licks the split on the head and then takes the head into her mouth. She bobs her head slowly. To this day, it amazes her how powerful and sexy she feels at getting Brittany this hard.
Her mouth takes more and more of Brittany's growing cock, until it's at its full length. She pulls her mouth away, only to lick her lips at the missed tastes. She opens her mouth and slaps it against her tongue before licking the oozing tip once more. Like before, she takes it back into her mouth and begins sucking it again. She begins to bob her head and Brittany's hips behind to thurst. It's slow at first, but it gets hotter with each passing second. Santana is sure her panties are soaked through.
"Feed me, Baby," Santana says.
"Fuck," Brittany whispers in response before placing her hands on her head and letting them thread her head. Santana's hands go to Brittany's ass.
As always, Brittany gives her a moment to relax her throat and mouth before holding her head in place and thrusting her cock inside.
Santana feels it hit the back of her throat before it begins to leave it, only to have Brittany's cock hit her throat again and again. Hard thrusts make her choke. It only drives her determination to resist her reflexes and please Brittany.
Santana moans when Brittany grinds her cock in her mouth and her balls in her face. Her nose is coming in contact with her skin. Brittany's moans sound so good to her and serve as motivation to keep going.
"I love your mouth," Brittany says as she begins to grind again before thrusting out and back in.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Brittany grinds her face again and continues her pattern, pulling out to let Santana breathe on occasion and then thrusting back in with a force that her balls bump into her chin.
She loves being submissive to Brittany, who can't seem to control her animalistic hunger and need to fuck her mouth. Santana drags her hand down to her past the elastic of her underwear and to her soaked pussy. Urgently, she thrusts three fingers inside her with a moan that sends vibrations through Brittany.
"Fuck yes," Brittany grunts out lowly.
Brittany's thrusts become short and fast as she chases her orgasm. Santana's fingers match the pattern. She moans onto Brittany's cock. The vibrations are aiding Brittany's release.
Santana's so fucking horny her hand is soaked. Her body is aching for release as she thrust in and out of herself. She closes her eyes.
"Ugh, so fucking good," she hears Brittany grunt out through her moans.
Faster, faster, faster she goes.
"Gonna cum," she warns.
Santana is close, too.
A few more me thrust accompanied with shuddering, and Brittany's hips still as she pushes deep. Her face being squished against the skin of her hip. There's stillness for a second; her name moaned out in a high pitch voice, followed by a low grunt before thick, hot cum shoots into her mouth and throat.
Santana cums moments after her with a hum. She quickly places her hand back to Brittany's butt so she can swallow each drop with enthusiasm.
Once Brittany's softened, she takes it into her hands anew and licks her balls clean. She kisses cock lovingly before standing back up. Brittany's got a dope smile and heavy eye kiss. Satisfaction is written all over her face, but her eyes tell her Brittany wants more. Brittany kisses, moaning at the taste of her cum. They don't separate as Brittany moves them further into the room. Before even realizing it, Brittany had unzipped her dress and is pulling it off her tan body. Brittany pushes her softly so that she falls back onto the bed.
Santana props herself with her elbows and watches as Brittany sensually removes her dress with a teasing smile, her dark, beautiful lashes contrasting her blue eyes, making Santana feel arousal shoot through her and making her quiver.
Brittany lowers the dress from her shoulders and then slowly tucks it, revealing more and more of her skin until she lets it fall. Santana swallows as she takes Brittany in all her naked glory.
Long slender and muscular legs, taught abs, perky breasts with hard pink nipples, her beautiful cock resting on her balls.
"So beautiful and sexy," Santana says
"Have you seen yourself?" Brittany says as she walks to Santana.
Santana smirks as Brittany stands between her legs, placing her hands on her knees and spreading them open.
She watches as Brittany's eyes fall to her soaked underwear. Brittany runs her hands teasingly up her thighs from her knees to her hips and her stomach. Santana's stomach contrasts when Brittany runs her nails along with her abs softly and slowly until her fingers are teasing the hem of her underwear. Brittany doesn't pull them down but moves her fingers down until they are lightly touching her pussy lips over her soaked underwear. She isn't even a bit embarrassed about how wet and excited she is for Brittany. She knows Brittany loves it.
Unable to resist her longer, Brittany begins to pull her underwear. They stick to her as she does so. Once they are off, Santana locks her eyes with Brittany as she removes her front lace adhesive bra. She tosses it to the side and begins to move her body back. Brittany kneels onto the bed and follows her.
Needing more contact, Santanna stretches out her arm. Brittany instantly knows what she needs. She leans in closer. Santana meets her halfway, and they kiss again. Santana leans back, Bringing Brittany with her.
Santana moans when Brittany's hands move her hand on her abs; she gasps, breaking the kiss when she cups her breasts and squeezes them. Brittany's mouth takes one of her nipples into her mouth. She sucks firmly, the sensation causing Santana's back to arch off the bed. Her hands clutch at the bedsheets. Brittany holds her body in her hands and drags her lips and mouth as she moves to capture Santana's other nipple into her mouth.
Brittany's mouth finds hers again, and she kisses her hotly. One of Brittany's hands moves down, and Brittany moans when her fingers touch her wet pussy. Brittany's fingers instantly find her clit. She massages it in slow circles, causing Santana to moan. When her fingers are wet, Brittany thrusts inside her.
Santana breaks the kiss, gasping.
"You couldn't wait, huh? You got so horny you fucked yourself." Brittany whispers against her lips.
She nods frantically as she moves her hips with Brittany's hands.
"So fucking sexy," Brittany says as she moves her mouth to her neck, where she sucks and peppers kisses all over it.
Santana is not going to last long at all. She can already feel her orgasm approaching.
She moves her hips faster, urging Brittany on who matches her speed.
Her eyes are closed, her eyebrows furrow, her mouth agape, and she's moaning.
"I want you," She hears Brittany whisper into the skin of her neck, and she listens.
"I want you always and forever. I want you to marry you and see your face every single day for the rest of my life," Brittany whispers confession, and the movements of her fingers are intensifying everything.
"I want to make more babies with you,"
This makes her heart leap, and her eyes open to see Brittany looking at her now. Brittany kisses her softly. Santana's arms come up to hold her close. Their eyes lock, and Brittany continues to talk. Neither stopping their movements.
"When you're ready, I want you to get off birth control. I want to love you, and I want to see your body swell knowing another piece of us is growing inside you,"
Santana nods as her chest heaves. Her heart is beating so fast and hard against her chest, and her orgasm now much closer than ever. Brittany's fingers are moving slowly inside her while her thumb rubs her clit. Santana's body moves in circles. Santana's mouth is agape.
"Close,"
"I know," Brittany responded. "Cum for me,"
With a moan, she cums. Her tight muscles relax. She continues her movements, as does Brittany as she rides her orgasm. Brittany kisses her softly. Her pussy pulsating at times. When she's finished, Brittany takes her fingers and sucks, then cleans.
Santana takes the opportunity to flip them around so that Brittany is on her back. She rests her body on top of Brittany's and kisses her passionately. This room is the place they first had sex. It was a night she'd never forget. Something about Brittany pulled her in. She felt it then, and she feels it now. After all these years, it hasn't wavered. She is sure it never will. It's like an invisible string was formed once she saw heer. She hasn't been able to resist her ever since.
Santana feels Brittany's cock throb between them, causing her to smile into the kiss. She pulls away and smirks down at Brittany. She moves her legs, so they are bent at the knee beside Brittany's body, and she sits on Brittany's thighs. Her left hand wraps around Brittany's hard, pre-cum covered cock, and she begins to pump slowly. She loves how it throbs inside her hand as she moves her hands along it.
"I am going to love you so hard, Brittany S. Pierce."
The way Brittany swallows and looks at her makes her feel most powerful and the sexiest she's ever felt. Santana doesn't always top, but when she does, she makes it count. Tonight, she's got big plans.
She moves her hips above Brittany's cock, teases the engorged head by grinding her pussy on it before sticking the tip between her wet pussy and slowly sinking. Both moan. Brittany's hands come to her sides, her fingertips digging into her skin.
Santana closes her eyes as Brittany's hot cock stretches her body. She places her other hand on Brittany's to steady herself. She takes more and more of Brittany into her as she sinks.
Soon, she's filled to the brink. She allows her body a moment to adjust before opening her eyes.
"Let's have a repeat of all the things we did that night."
Brittany is the first to wake. It's a bit earlier than she is used to, and even though she should be tired, she's not. She is excited. With a smile already on her face, she sat down at Santana, who's got her head resting on her shoulder. A tan arm rests on her abdomen. A tan leg draped between hers. She is warm thanks to the heat from Santana's body even though the thing sheet is covering only her and Santana's lower half.
They're close, so close, but Brittany wants to be closer. She shifts her body slightly closer and moves Santana's arm so it holds her closer.
No matter what, Brittany always takes some time in the morning to appreciate Santana, for there were days where Brittany didn't ever think she would have someone as special as her.
She nuzzles her nose into Santana's hair, taking in her scent. Her eyes close as she inhales deeper than she intended. She will never get tired of Santana's smell. She kisses her on the top of Santana's head and against her hair as she does so, simply because she can. No one else can do this but her. It's special.
She spends moments thinking about how lucky she is, marveling at the feeling of Santana's slow and steady breathing against her skin. The soft little snore's she hears is the most adorable thing she hears first thing every morning.
It's moments like this that she can't ever live without. She wonders, too, how she ever did live without them. Soon, she'll know she will never have to if things go as planned.
Brittany begins to caress Santana's backside, basking in all her morning feels. Soon, Brittany feels Santana stir. It makes her smile grow.
Santana buries her face into Brittany's to shield the little light from her eyes and groans.
"Too early, " she hears Santana say.
"You wake up at this time every day."
Brittany watches as Santana lifts her head to look at her. Brittany thinks she looks gorgeous even though she's just woken up.
She smiles as Santana kisses her lips lovingly.
"Details, Baby, details," Santana says before pecking her lips again, "Maybe I just want to bask in this morning with you. Usually, we have the twins knocking on our door at this hour."
"Always," Brittany starts as she moves so that Santana is on her back and hovers above her.
"Interrupting," she poses as she uses her hands to rest between Santana's legs.
"My," she adds, using her hands to spread Santana's legs wider.
"Favorite," she says with a gasp as her crotch comes in contact with Santana's wet pussy.
"Meal," Brittany closes her eyes as she grinds, causing Santana to moan.
"Of the day," she concludes before letting Santana bring her down for a kiss as she continues to grind into Santana's wetness slowly.
Brittany opens her mouth wider when Santana's tongue enters her mouth. She lets Santana explore her mouth before she takes control of the kiss. Santana's mouth is warm, wet, and sweet. She can't help but moan. Air becomes necessary. Brittany gives Santana a chaste kiss before pulling away. Santana keeps her head close.
Their hot breaths mix. Brittany continues to grind slowly. She is so hard and so, so wet. Santana's hips grind with her, spreading Santana's wetness is all over her cock and balls. Brittany wants to dig her face into Santana so that her face mouth is covered, too. There is nothing that gets Brittany as hard as eating Santana's pussy.
Brittany brings one hand to Santana's face and pulls her into an urgent kiss before kissing down her neck as she moves her body lower. She uses her hand to squeeze Santana's boobs. One at a time, licking and sucking the already hardened nipple a few moments before doing the same to the other.
Usually, their kids are wide awake, knocking on their door and waiting for them to get up. Santana screams at them that they'll be out, Brittany eats her out quickly, and then Brittany is left to her own devices and gets herself off in the shower, but not today. Today, Brittany is going to enjoy Santana's pussy.
Brittany moves her kisses lower, lower, lower. Each kiss gets her closer, closer, closer. Santana's scent is all she can smell. Santana's moans are all she can hear. Brittany is so turned on she can feel her precum all on her stomach. Finally, Brittany is at eye level with Santana's pussy. Brittany takes a moment to admire it. There's a patch of curls clumped together with Santana's wetness. It glistens with the light coming through the small gap in the window sheets. Brittany touches her slit, running her fingers up and down, coating her fingers.
She loves how wet Santana gets for her. She licks her lips before bringing her moist fingers to her mouth and sucking them knuckled deep. She sucks her dingers as she takes them out and finally licks Santana's slit.
Santana moans and bucks into her. Brittany takes her arms and wraps them under her, holding them securely in their place. She takes her tongue and licks her again. God, Brittany wants more. She plunges her into Santana's pussy, her nose coming in contact with Santana's engorged and swollen clit.
Santana's hands come to her head, pushing her deeper. Even though she's holding Santana's legs in place, Santana tries to puck into her.
"Devour me," Santana says breathlessly, "Please, Baby," she adds with a pained moan.
Brittany looks at her. Santana's eyes are closed shut. Brittany thinks she looks so, so gorgeous in this state. She knows Santana is only going to become more beautiful to her.
Brittany moves her head slowly, with purpose. She wants Santana so turned on she's begging for her as if her life depended on it.
Brittany twirls her tongue slowly, tasking Santana's insides as much as she can. It causes goosebumps to rise on her skin.
"Ugh, Britt, faster,"
Brittany shakes her head while her tongue is still inside her. It only makes Santana moan more.
Santana groans in frustration when she removes her mouth from her. Brittany watches with a smirk on her face as Santana looks down at her, very unpleased. She is about to speak up, but Brittany takes her fingers and thrust them into Santana without warning. They slide right in, thanks to all the wetness.
"Yes," Santana grits through her teeth in relief.
Brittany licks her clit, before taking it into her mouth and sucking it tenderly.
She thrust her fingers out, leaving only the tips, waits for a second, then thrusts them back in. Heer thrusts are hard and slow. Not what Santana wants, but enough to keep her whimpering.
"Please, I need you,"
"How bad?" Brittany asks with a hoarse voice.
"So bad, Britt. Please, just, fuck me,"
Brittany kisses her stomach and then places her mouth back on her clit. She takes her fingers and thrust out, then back in. Her thrust is quicker. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over again. Her mouth continues to suck. She uses her tongue to move her clit in tight little circles. Faster, faster, faster her thrusts become.
"Ugh, fuck, so good,"
She hooks her fingers, touching the rough spongy tissue she's been purposefully avoiding to prolong Santana's orgasm.
"Fuck,"
She repeats the action, again, again.
She watches as Santana's face distorts. Her breaths are short. Her chest is rising and falling. Her skin is covered in a shimmer of sweat.
She knows Santana is close before Santana tells her.
"I'm gonna-"
Santana doesn't finish the thought. She grabs at the sheets where her hands can reach. She is reduced to moans and grunts.
Brittany removes her fingers and replaces them with her tongue back into Santana and movies her fingers to her clit. She rubs quickly.
"I-Britt," it comes out as a gasp as Santana's body arches off the bed. One of her hands comes to Brittany's head.
Santana comes on her tongue and in her mouth. She doesn't stop her movements until Santana's aftershocks stop. She licks her clean and kisses her pussy when she's done. She climbs up, up, up, until she's hovering over a smiling Sanatana who is heavily lidded. Santana cups her face and pulls her into a kiss. Brittany smiles against her lips. Santana reaches down, lines her hard cock with her pussy, and rubs the tip up and down her slit.
Instead of an exchange of words, Santana nods. With a slight push, Brittany slips right in. Brittany closes her eyes as Santana wet, hot velvety insides engulf her cock. Santana wraps her legs around her and begins to rock her hips into Brittany.
"Look at me," She hears Santana mutter.
Brittany does.
"Brittany," The way Santana says her name makes Brittany's heart flutter, "I love you so much."
Brittany listens to every word Santana whispers to her as Santana rocks her hips into Brittany. Hearing her words accompanied by Santana's slow thrust, the wet heat surrounding her cock, Brittany knows she won't last long. She's always been a sucker for eye contact and feelings, but this time, there is this underlying knowledge that she plans to make this woman panting beneath her, her wife.
This thought fuels the fire in her heart. Brittany thrusts harder but slowly. Santana's hand moves to her head and the other in her back, pulling her closer.
Santana's lips are near her ear. She is panting, grunting, and moaning—music to Brittany's ears.
"F-ugh-ck, Baby, you feel so good,"
Brittany's arms burn with exertion, so she positions her entire body weight on Santana's. Their breasts are squished together, hard nipples poking at each other's warm and moist skin. Brittany's hands tangle in Santana's hair.
"I love you," Brittany whispers into her ear.
Brittany brings her mouth to Santana's neck. Kissing and sucking the flesh while she thrust into Santana in slow, hard thrust, her hips grinding in circles, before thrusting out and repeating the action again and again.
The pressure inside her build and builds. Santana's was tightening and tightening.
Brittany is so, so, so close that she can't focus on her lips moving on Santana's neck.
"Faster, Babe," Santana gasps out through heavy breathing.
And she does.
Faster, faster, faster she goes. Santana's hand moves down her back to her ass, where she digs her nails into it, pushing her in deeper.
Santana tugs her hair, and she pulls back to look at her, only to be brought into a quick and sloppy kiss which ends when Santana's breathing quickens. She watches Santana, who has her eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her mouth agape, her tongue poking out to lick her plump lips. Santana's moans sound so, so good, and she looks so, so beautiful. Brittany shudders when Santana's walls tighten even more, and with one last thrust, Santana cums, releasing her name in a high-pitched moan. Brittany's eyebrows furrow, her abdomen muscles tighten as she pumps one, two, three times before she cums inside Santana with a grunt, her hot seed releasing inside Santana.
Her body is buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. Her heart is pumping, pumping, pumping. She feels like she's floating.
Brittany takes looks between their bodies as she takes her now softened cum covered cock out of Santana before cuddling into Santana and resting her head on her chest. She brings a leg to cover Santana's torso, and she wraps her arm around her. Santana wraps one arm around her, and the other hand rests on Brittany's thigh.
Brittany sighs in content. This is perfect; this is everything. She wants it forever.
Brittany checks her phone as Santana drives. The butterflies in her stomach are going wild. They haven't settled since she woke up. Everything needs to be perfect, and she's been texting Quinn a lot to make sure things are good to go. She decides to call her.
"Good morning, Britt," Quinn greets happily.
Her voice is so infectious and bubbly that Brittany can't help but smile.
"Good morning, Quinn,"
"Good morning, Q!" Santana shouts, hoping Quinn could hear her.
Brittany looks at Santana and smiles before putting Quinn on speaker.
"You're on speaker, Quinn," Brittany announces.
"Good morning, San,"
"How are my babies?" Santana asks as she keeps her eyes on the road.
Brittany bites her lower lip to stop herself from asking questions she's dying to know about her plan. Quinn seemingly knows what she's thinking because she answers Santana's question and hers simultaneously.
"Your children are fine. They have eaten breakfast, showered, and are dressed to impress."
There is some movement heard before Brittany and Santana can hear little feet running to Quinn. They both can hear David asking Quinn to talk to his moms.
"I miss you!" David yells into the phone.
"Me, too!" Sophia adds.
Brittany smiles at Santana, who looks at her at a stoplight. There is so much love and happiness in Santana's eyes that I make her heart flutter. She leans over and captures her lips in a quick kiss. Santana smiles into the kiss and begins to kiss back, but Brittany pulls back before the kiss can deepen.
"You two really can't go a second without being cute," Mercedes says through the speaker. "We can hear you two kissing,"
Brittany and Santana chuckle.
"Good morning, Mercedes," They greet in unison.
"Hey, hot mommas, you two on the way?"
"Yes, we are. We shall be there in a few minutes." Brittany informs Mercedes and Quinn.
"We will see you soon," Mercedes responds.
"And Brittany," Brittany hears before she hands up the phone. She takes the opportunity to take the call off speakerphone and puts the phone to her ear.
"Yes, Q,"
"The twins look really cute in their shirts. Santana is going to love it."
Brittany breathes out to ease her nerves.
"I hope so," Brittany says before ending the call.
Soon, Santana and Brittany are making their way up the elevator with their hands tangled together, and Santana is resting her head on Brittany's shoulder as they go up, up, up.
Minutes later, they are in front of their door. Brittany's heart is breathing so hard she wonders if Santana can hear it. She breathes out, trying to control her nerves. She reaches into her pocket to check that the box is still in it even though she knows it is.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks.
Brittany swallows a lump in her throat, not realizing she was being watched.
"I am great," Brittany says with a smile.
Brittany's nerves and heartbeat increase as Santana opens the door. Brittany follows closely behind.
"Marry Mommy!" is the first thing Santana hears as she takes steps and enters the living room.
She's hand lets go of Brittany's as both hands come to her face as she gasps in surprise.
Santana's eyes land on her two children. David has nice jeans and a nice pair of shoes with nice dress shoes. He has the word "Marry" printed on his white t-shirt. A nice khaki blazer finishes his look. Sophia has a yellow skirt with white, red, and blue flowers, a jean jacket, and cute brown sandals. Her white t-shirt says the word, "mommy!" Both of them did their hair and look incredibly gorgeous.
She takes in the scene in front of her. There are white, pink, and silver balloons everywhere. On the floor, close to the ceiling, and some connected to the wall. Big-pink-balloon letters spell the phrase, "MARRY ME," with a big heart next to it. Pictures of her and Brittany and their kids throughout the years hang on the wall with clothing pins on twine rope along with lights.
She turns around to look at Brittany but quickly looks down to see her kneeling with a run beautiful gold ring resting nearly in a velvet ring box.
She begins nodding quickly before Brittany's even asked the question, and Brittany chuckles in relief. Nonetheless, she waits. Brittany's nervousness is gone, and all that is left on her face is a big smile.
They both know she'll say yes.
"When I was younger, I believed that I was unlovable. I wished and hoped that somewhere in this world, there was someone out there waiting for me like I was waiting for them. Sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am. Sometimes I still think I am dreaming. Like this is all some figment of my imagination based on my greatest desires. But then I kiss you, and I feel you, and I hear our kids laughing, and I know it's real. This isn't just a dream. This is my reality, and it exists because of you. All of this is because of you. You are my greatest dream come true. I love you, I've always loved you, and I will always love you. Santana, will you marry me?"
Santana wipes her eyes as she nods as Brittany slides the ring on her finger.
Brittany caresses her face as she straightens herself.
"Yes, a thousand times, yes," she says before capturing Brittany's lips in a kiss.
Santana pulls away and joins their foreheads together. "I would love to marry you."
Brittany pulls her into another kiss. Santana can't help but smile into the kiss. She can hear their children cheering.
"Hey, now ladies, keep it P-Oh, okay, David, Sophia, let's go to your room."
Both of them pull away to chuckle at Mercedes's comment. They pull away, and Santana rolls her eyes when Quinn winks at her.
"It's safe," Quinn says.
Moments later, Quinn, Mercedes, and the twins are hugging them. David assigns himself as the ring bearer, and Sophie says she will be the flower girl. Santana and Brittany think it's a great idea. Neither can wait for their wedding day to come.
This is perfect. This is everything.