Heavenly Side (ILLENIUM & Matt Maeson)

MAY

Brittany's POV

"Is this okay?" I was sweating as I hovered over her, enjoying the way she looked like an angel.

She smiled.

"Yes."

"I missed this."

"Me too."

"Will you miss me, Baby?"

"Yesssss." She hissed when I adjusted her so that her ankles were crossed behind my neck. It had been a hard few weeks of adjusting our schedules and the move, but with teamwork, we got it all done.

And now, I was leaving her for nearly a month...but was grateful she'd asked Mari and Saul to move in and prepare to take over the penthouse after she moved.

Her whole family and my parents were out in our living room, chatting and laughing. I had pulled Ana away to get some extra time in at Ari's suggestion.

She'd simply said, "The kids are distracted, we're good out here...go get what Goli won't give me." and then winked at me.

I had locked us in the closet and was fucking her into the floor, with her dress hiked up over her hips while I pounded away.

"You are so fucking beautiful." I yanked down the top of her dress and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

"Oh fuck." She had her hands above her head, bracing herself on the wall, so her head didn't crack into it. "I'm...so c-close...harder, Daddy. Yessss...like that...oh fuck!" She was panting heavily, and I hated that she would get there before me, so I pulled out, and she whimpered. "Noooo...I was almost there."

"Knees."

"But B...I'll get rug burn."

"You should have thought about that before you put on this skimpy little dress."

She got on her knees and wiggled her ass at me.

"Make me feel you long after you're gone, Daddy." She said, her voice all husky, and I think my brain short-circuited.

I began slapping her ass, and she kept moaning. "This is just in case you forget yourself when I leave...or you miss me too much." I said, then because I am aware of how far I can go when I get started. "Color."

"Green!" Then she spread her legs, "Spank me all over, Daddy. Give me something to miss." She was teasing me, and it only made me more excited. "Please, Britt...give it all to me, Daddy!"

I slapped my hand over her clit, and I knew immediately why she'd asked for that as she came with a shout.

There was no way our family hadn't heard her, but neither of us seemed to care.

She was catching her breath after her orgasm, and I let her for about five seconds before pushing my strap into her, thrusting back and forth while slapping her ass.

"You were supposed to wait for me...that wasn't very nice."

"Sorry...fuck...Brittany!" And she came again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I stopped moving, and she turned her head back to look at me, her lip between her teeth as she smirked. "Oh no, Don't be greedy, Baby."

"You know I'm a slut for you, B...I'm sorry."

"Show me how much." I stood up and looked down at her, "Clean me up."

I had started to take off my strap, but she put her hand on it, "Leave it on. Stand against the door. Spread your legs."

She was like a sex goddess as she used her mouth and fingers to give me the show of a lifetime.

I put my hand on her head as she licked her juices off the strap while pressing her fingers into me.

"Oh...wow...fuck, Baby."

She pulled back but kept stroking, shoving the back of the dildo against my clit.

"For your spank bank."

I nodded as she went back to giving me a blow job that I wished that I could feel.

It was like heaven and hell all at once.

That stolen time with her was better than porn.

And I knew that I'd be thinking about it every time I rubbed it out while in L.A.

I came so hard that I saw stars.

God, please let this not be a one-time thing.

By the time we showered and got back to the dining room, dinner was underway, and the music was turned way up.

My parents looked horrified, but all of Ana's people looked amused.

"Hey, Daddy." Celia said to me as I slid into the chair next to her.

I blushed and then began to put food on my plate while Ana was smart enough to check on the kids out on the patio instead of coming straight to the table like I had.

"Mozel Tov!" Sandra said, raising her glass and everyone toasted along with her.

"How loud were we?" I asked Ari, and she grinned.

"Very, very loud. I didn't know you had it in you, B."

"Well, now you know."

All eyes were on Ana as she slowly walked to the table.

She tried to act like she didn't see anyone looking at her as she eased down on the chair.

I'd seen in the shower that I may have hit her a little too hard because she was beginning to bruise, but she insisted that she wanted it that way.

"Shit." She muttered as she finally sat down across from me, and then everyone burst out into laughter, including my parents.

Dinner stayed light, with everyone cracking jokes and making plans for our family dinner in L.A. for Ana's 23rd birthday.

I kept glancing over the patio with a worry that carried over from the last Sunday dinner I'd had at the apartment. When I looked over at Izzy, he was sitting on Gladys' lap eating his nuggets without an issue.

There would be no tantrums or hitting, which felt better than anything.

Knowing that he would be okay because we did everything to make it so settled my worries.

"To Brittany!" Ana said, standing up slowly, "For kicking ass at following her dreams and being the best Mama there ever was!"

"To Brittany!" Everyone cheered.

And then, Mari brought out a cake.

It was the first time that I had cried from happiness in forever.

Before everyone left, we had a family prayer huddle, and freaking Ari prayed for us.

She wiped away a tear as she smiled at me. It was hard to believe that not too long ago, she was my competition...nailing my wife while I sat back and let it happen.

We'd become sisters, with her having my back through the last months of my time on the show.

And aside from my kids and Ana, I knew that I'd miss her the most.

Santana's POV

Leaving Britt at the airport was way harder than I thought it would be. We were in such a good place that I was terrified would disappear once we were apart.

Just like it always did, but this time it felt real...and I knew that I was going to actually work like hell to keep things in a good place.

She kissed me so soft while gripping my waist. "Be good, baby." She said when she hugged me.

"You too."

"You too, who?" She said as she pointed to her hat.

I pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

In her best comedic timing, my sister had handed Britt a black hat that said 'Daddy' on it just before we left.

"Be good, Daddy." I said, feeling the heat in my face and soreness all over. "I'll miss you."

"I left my strap for you; I expect video chats with you using it." She said, winking at me.

"Fuck, B." I kissed her once more and then stepped away to hug Susan, who was going with Britt to help her get settled.

She had, thankfully, not been close enough to hear the flirting, but I could tell by her expression that she had an inkling of our conversation.

"Take good care of my grandbabies, and don't be ashamed to ask for help. Okay?"

"I will...take good care of my wife."

"You can count on it."

Susan hugged me tight, and then she was hustling Britt along so that they didn't get stuck in a long line at TSA.

I watched them until some asshole honked his horn and ruined my moment.

Driving back to the city alone wasn't something I was used to, but I knew that at least for the next little bit, I'd have to.

My phone rang about twenty minutes after I left the airport, and I swooned.

"Miss me yet?" Britt asked.

"Yes. I didn't think about how lonely the drive back would be."

"What time are you meeting Dad?"

"At six."

"I'm so excited that he's taking you out."

"Really? I'm kind of nervous."

"Why are you nervous?"

"Back when I relapsed, and I asked Rob and Walker to take over the day-to-day and put my cut back as their bonus for taking over my share, Walker let me have it. Not in a bad way; she just came to New York and put me on a real schedule. We went to meetings twice a day; she had me working the steps until she left...then she was checking in every few days. I am convinced that I am so focused on staying clean because she showed me no mercy. Your dad, though, was silent. Other than a quick keep up the good work, he didn't offer any opinions. I could see the disappointment in his eyes."

"He loves you, Baby."

"I know he does. It's just when he lost Court, I thought I could help fill the void a little. I mean, there's no replacing my little homie. I know that, but I felt like, at the very least, I could step in and be there for him like he was for me after Papi died. So, when it comes to making amends, I feel like I owe him what I promised."

"But you promised that to yourself, not him."

"I know. I feel like I owe it to myself and him. I want to be a good daughter-in-law and business partner. I want him to be proud of me again."

"Dad is very direct in what he expects. So if he told you to keep up the good work, he really meant that he sees what you're doing. He sees that you're doing good work and trying hard. He means that he sees what you're doing, and he's proud of you, don't stop doing what you're doing."

"Oh."

"I know Aden talked in riddles, but if my dad told you to keep up the good work, he means it. He is proud of you."

"How do you do that, B?"

"What?"

"I get so twisted up in knots, and in seconds, you unravel me...and straighten me out."

"Well, I am the foremost expert on both Santana Lopez and Robert Pierce."

There was an announcement, and then Britt took a deep breath.

"Is that your flight?"

"Yeah, it's boarding. Hey, I love you, and I'll call you when we land in five hours."

"Just in time for bedtime."

"Yup."

"I love you, Ana Banana."

"I love you too, Britt Britt."

Britt had been right. When it was just Rob and me, there was no weirdness.

He hugged me tight and basically kept me at his side for the rest of the night.

And I paid for nothing, which was something I hadn't experienced from a man since Marco was pealing bills off large wads of cash on the rare occasion that I wasn't his whore...just his fiancé.

Even the last time I had gone to a game with Rob, I had paid for my own food and parking.

But he wouldn't let me do any of that. When our conversation veered to properties during the rain delay mid-game, he pulled out schematics for a duplex in Lake George that he was interested in purchasing as his summer home. The plan was to live on one side and rent the other while fixing it up, then switching units so he could work on that one.

He had a whole business plan that reminded me a lot of Walker.

And he had no shame in telling me that she had helped him prepare it.

It was great to see his pride in his work, which was a complete turnaround from when I had first asked him to be my right hand.

For those four hours that we were together, I was reminded what it was like to have a father...because when he wasn't drunk, Papi was amazing.

And I realized just how much that was lacking in my kids' lives.

This is what Pa had been trying to say, but he had gone the machismo route.

I had experienced enough of that Latino machismo to last me through eternity.

"Hey, Rob...can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, and I've told you, call me Dad."

"Not to be crass, but after last night...I'm sure you can understand that would be weird for me."

We were on our way to the parking lot, and he faked a gag.

"Don't remind me. I don't think I can look at my little girl the same."

"Sorry about that."

"No, no...you are married, and if that's what works in your bedroom...I can't judge you. I mean, I would caution you to keep in mind that Brittany does have a history of violence so that I wouldn't push her too much in that direction."

"Yeah, I think she knows that more than I do. Your daughter is always checking in. She's become so much more in tune with what I need...and if she can provide it, she does."

"I uh...heard."

We were in bad need of a subject change, so I gave him one.

"Pop. I could call you Pop."

"Yes! I like that."

"Good...then, Pop, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Britt told you about Isaac's diagnosis, right?"

"Yeah, she also told me how you have been working extra hard to research everything about it."

"I have."

"Good work." He patted me on the back and smiled at me. Because of B, I knew that he meant more than he was saying. He was proud.

"Thanks. So, I was wondering if you could do things like this with him. I know we've talked about it, but it's been a crazy few years. Now he's a year out from kindergarten, and he's really only had exposure to women; I think he needs your influence more. I don't really have any other man that I trust with him, not even Padrino."

"That's a surprise."

"He may not have been abusive like Papi, but they were still friends and had commonalities. He is all about toughing up Isaac when really he just needs love and attention. Ian was supposed to be that for him, and I know that he is going through this bump with his behavior, but you know him, he's a good kid."

"Absolutely, he was amazing when we went to Disney on Ice. Suzie and I didn't have an issue. He seems only to do that for Brittany, unfortunately."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"I'd love to step up and be a father figure for him. I will make an effort to come to L.A...maybe I'll go with you when you leave, spend some time with you all before taking my wife home. I'll give him that one-on-one time."

"Thanks."

"While we have this heart to heart," He said as he leaned on my car, looking out over the mayhem of people rushing out of the parking lot. Like me, he preferred to wait for the traffic to die down a bit. We were simple country folk; it drove Susan and Brittany mad. "We should talk about your plans for L.A...mind if I drive?"

He looked serious as he backed out of the near-empty parking lot.

"You're freaking me out, Pop."

"Brittany loves your little family. She loves those kids as if she birthed them herself...you know that, right?"

"Of course, I don't doubt that for a second."

"Good. So, when I say this, I need you to keep that in mind."

"Okay?"

"She was ready to quit a few months back, not because she doesn't love them but because she's 21 and has wrapped her world around yours. I know my daughter, and she has hard limits, generally, but when it comes to you and the kids, she ignores her own needs a lot."

"Yeah...I've noticed that more and more...it's why I actually defer to her in our marriage...and other things." I did not want to bring up sex again outright, but he knew what I meant because he turned pink like B did when embarrassed.

"When you get to L.A., it will be the first time that you two are on even footing when it comes to living in a place that's foreign to you both. No village, no past, and no known trouble to get into. Of course, you'll make your music, and she'll do school and dance...you'll build friendships and rituals. I need you to step up for her in ways that she may not know she needs. Be more intuitive to her needs because she loves to be in control, and you love giving it to her, which means that you are taking on the assumption that she has all the answers, and she doesn't. You'll need to step up and take some control because relapse is always on the other side of a bad day. So take some control, manage up...have you heard that term?"

"Uh...I think so."

"It means that you need to control the narrative but make her think she is doing it. Like, with Isaac's situation, you controlled the narrative and made an appointment behind her back. That hit her hard; I know you two have talked it out. The example, though, is perfect. Had you suggested it, and made her conclude that he needed to be evaluated, things would have been easier for her."

"Yeah, I totally get that."

"So, you'll be home, managing the house and priorities while she works, and she may get too comfortable or go off her meds...you'll need to hold her accountable. Keep her on point."

"Be a partner." I said.

"Exactly."

"Any recommendations on where to start?"

"Make sure she finds a therapist and stays on that appointment schedule, find a school for the kids like the one they have if you can, and take some of the load from her when it comes to the kids; just remember to include her."

"Okay, I'll get on that right away."

"Great. I know I don't say this much, I don't like to blow up your head, but I am proud of you, Santana. You've really done a great job this past few months."

"Crap, you're going to make me cry."

"Well, don't. I need you to be the best version of yourself because my daughter, despite her faults, has been throwing her all into your relationship since you gave her that second chance after that Grady debacle."

"I know."

"And date her, that's a big one. When is the last time you took her dancing?"

"A million years ago."

"Well, it's about time. When we get to L.A., Suzie and I will take the kids a few times, so the two of you can go off and do your thing. Maybe get a room...so I don't have to have nightmares." He chuckled.

"Noted."

JUNE

Brittany's POV

A few weeks turned into a month without my wife and kids.

First, it was that Izzy got sick and had to spend a few days in the hospital.

After that, Mari gave birth, so she stepped up at home, ensuring they had coverage with Norah.

Then it was because Dani and Ana got sick.

And then, the day they were supposed to come, Quinn went into labor two months early, and Ana said she couldn't leave.

When her birthday came and went, and she turned 23 without me, I started to feel like she was making excuses to stay in New York, and I seemed way more okay with it than I should have been.

Because in all that time, I have spent only nights at home because my days are full of meetings and happy hours.

For one whole month, I experienced life as a single 21-year-old, and I was scared to let that feeling go.

But I was married and a mom; I couldn't ignore my responsibilities.

Every night, I was home in time for bedtime, then I would go out again.

And my wife, fuck, she was amazing.

She found me a new therapist that was a lot like my old one and sent ahead clothes and toys to make her move easier.

I was doing all the socializing and networking that I had to do for my job while still trying to be supportive, but I could feel myself pulling away.

When Mom had been there with me for that first two weeks, it was easier to remember that I had another life across the country, but out of sight, out of mind, was becoming more tempting.

I am terrible at holding back what I feel, so it wasn't long before I slipped up.

She was supposed to be coming into L.A. on Celia's jet with my parents, the kids, and Snix.

That had been the plan for weeks, and each time there was another excuse, so when I was asked out to a bottomless mimosa breakfast in Hollywood with a few other dancers, I didn't hesitate to go.

My thought was that even if Ana left when she said that she was, I had five hours to get home and be ready for her.

But then breakfast turned into lunch at someone's house, where we danced like the young, wild, and free people that we were.

I lost track of time.

And my phone was in my friend's car.

No one around me knew Santana or my parents, so it wasn't like they could call them either.

It wasn't until I saw the sky begin to change that I realized just how long I had been gone.

When I got my phone out of the car, I had calls from everyone.

I was thirty minutes from home, feeling dizzy because I had way too many mimosas, then champagne...and maybe a shot or three.

Whoops.

"Britt? What are you doing out here?"

"Need to go home...got stuff to do." I muttered to Gabby, one of the other instructors.

"Did you drink too much? You're slurring."

"I know."

"Want to split a rideshare?"

I looked up at this Godsend.

"YES, let's do that!"

When the car pulled up to my house, my head was a little clearer since I had been smart enough to shove my fingers down my throat before the rideshare came.

"Oh, looks like you have company. I'll see you Monday?" She asked as if she hadn't been seeing me on Mondays for the last month.

"Yup." She kissed my cheeks before I stumbled from the car.

I straightened myself up and then took the steps up to the porch.

Ana sat on the swing with Izzy sleeping in her arms, Dani playing with the cat through the kennel, and my parents, who had matching looks of disapproval.

"Hi, guys!" I said, but no one responded, not even the kids. They all looked tired, so I figured they just wanted to get inside, so I pulled out my keys and spent way too long putting the right one in the door.

They all came into the house quietly. There were no excited hugs and kisses, just a lot of stares.

Until Mom got close to me and sniffed me, then patted my shoulder.

"Honey, you should go shower and come out in more than your bra."

I looked down at myself and realized that my shirt was gone.

Where had that gone?

Crap.

Stripper Brittany strikes again.

Because I had shown Ana where everything was in the house, she moved around it like she had been there before.

She took the kids straight upstairs to their room, and my mom followed her, leaving me with the judgmental stare of my father.

He didn't get judgmental often, but he was usually right to feel that way when he did.

"We have been here for three hours." He said as a way to start the conversation.

I gulped down water and nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"We called you before we got on the plane, and you didn't answer."

"I'm sorry."

"How much did you drink?"

"Don't know."

"And where is your shirt?"

"My friend's house, I think... it's fuzzy."

"Did I see a girl in that car kiss you?"

"Huh?"

"From the porch, it looked to all of us like you were kissing another woman."

"No...she kissed my cheeks, like the French...like this." Then I leaned close to him and kissed his cheeks. "See, harmless."

"Honey, those are usually air kisses, not lips on the cheek kisses." Then he showed me how cheek kisses are supposed to be, and I felt stupid.

"Oh." Then I lowered my voice. "Did Santana see?"

He raised his eyebrow, "If it was harmless, that shouldn't matter to you, but yes, she saw."

"Crap. Was she mad?"

"As soon as it happened, she looked away, but she didn't say anything."

"I didn't think you guys were actually coming; I should have come home after breakfast, but then we were hungry again, so we went to this guy's house and drank."

"A group of you?"

"Yeah. Gabby saw me leave the house and offered to share a car. That's it."

Dad didn't look like he believed me, which hurt.

Why would I lie about this?

Santana's POV

I wanted to be alone with my kids after finally getting them upstairs. Unfortunately, Susan was right behind me, insisting on helping.

And talking.

"Don't worry, Rob will figure out what's going."

"I don't want to talk about it...please?"

"You can't push this down."

"With all due respect, Ma, I just want to get these kiddos to bed and take a long shower. It's been a long day."

"I'm here for you whenever you're ready to talk." She said as she changed Daniela into some jammies.

"Thanks."

"Do you want me to do bedtime with you?"

"Yeah, she's in no state to come up here. So...yes."

The kids barely made it through one story before they were both passed out, both tired from a long plane ride; I hoped that meant they'd sleep through the night.

Once the kids were asleep, Susan started to leave the room, and when she saw that I wasn't following, she didn't say a word because she knew that I wasn't ready.

Instead, she pulled me into a hug and left, which is what I needed.

Right then, I just wanted to be alone, and I wanted her and Rob to deal with their child while I explored the kids' new living space, or as Britt liked to call it...THE SUPER KIDDO LOFT.

Britt had outdone herself with getting ready for the kids; the whole second floor was gated off for them. All of the toys that I had sent were unpacked in the open space between the bedrooms, if I wasn't so upset, I'd be able to appreciate it, but there was no way to do that.

Even the kids' room, with double beds dressed in colorful sheets that matched the carpet and the tapestries on the walls, was evidence that she wanted us there. Even if she seemed so disinterested that she didn't bother being home when we'd arrived. It just didn't add up. I thought we were good.

All of it was amazing, and she should have been up there with me, showing the kids, but instead, she was fucking drunk.

For weeks, I could feel Britt pulling away little by little, and it made me feel anxious.

Getting sick had been unexpected, and then Mari had her son, and Norah needed someone to look after her.

And even though I felt bad about delaying my move, I was happy that I could be there for Quinn and Celia when their little boy came two months early.

I supported them through having a NICU baby like I had.

Britt had said that she understood.

She always made it seem like she was miserable without me, but that was obviously a lie.

I was grateful that Susan and Rob had come with me even more after she came home drunk.

God only knows how it would have been if I had been waiting for three hours with the kids by myself.

Across from the kids' room was the guest room where my in-laws would be staying, although I could see myself crashing there if I ever needed to.

But I didn't want to.

L.A. was supposed to be a fresh start for us, and I wouldn't let her derail that.

So, I reminded myself of all that I had learned in therapy over the last few months.

Obviously, Britt was having fun and enjoying life. There was no reason for her not to...we just needed to set some ground rules, and I wasn't going to be able to do that with Rob and Susan watching.

With them, everything went back to her medication and her aggression; while I loved that they were so involved and cared so much more than Mami did, I needed to set boundaries with them too.

I had faith in my wife and our commitment to each other; like Rob had said, I was going to have to manage up.

But it wasn't something I was doing while she was drunk, and I was exhausted, so I grabbed the duffel bag that I had packed so we wouldn't have to dig through suitcases that night, and I took it into the bathroom.

Even though my bedroom was down on the first level, I needed to regroup, and I couldn't do that with people watching.

By the time I went back downstairs, Britt was outside unloading the truck with her dad.

Susan was in the kitchen staring at the oven like it had cursed her.

"What's with the face?" I asked as I explored the new kitchen.

"I'm worried about leaving you two alone...you're just getting yourselves together, and now you're halfway across the country with no backup."

"We'll be okay, Ma...I've been preparing for this move for weeks now. The kids start pre-school on August 1st, and we all have new therapists. I've been making friends with the neighbors on socials, and I do have friends here. Mercedes and Tina are here, and you remember Matt Rutherford?"

"Oh yes, Brittany's first real boyfriend."

"Well, he's married now and lives about fifteen minutes from here. He has a kid around the same age as ours. So we have play dates scheduled. I've been doing the work, so don't worry about us."

"And what bout your career?"

"I will start going back to the studio when the kids are at school and then be here to hold down the home stuff for the rest of the time."

"What about us?"

"You'll visit, and so will we. The girls are already talking about Thanksgiving and Christmas; we are thinking of having the holidays at Mari's house here. You'll be welcome to come; I know that Quinn is inviting her mom and sister. It will be amazing. In the meantime, I'm going to need you and Rob to trust in Britt and me."

"She was drunk, Santana." Susan looked so scared, and I rubbed her arm. "I don't want her to go off her meds and hurt you."

"I won't let that happen."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

The oven beeped, and Susan grabbed potholders to take out the pizza she'd thrown in.

I left her there, with her face looking a little less pinched, and headed to the front porch where Britt and Rob were lining up our suitcases.

He looked like he was still lecturing her, and from the look on her face, he'd struck a nerve, which meant that tonight would be all about damage control.

Fabulous.

Brittany's POV

I kept waiting for her to get mad at me.

Dad and Mom had made their opinions known from the first moments that they could but not Ana.

She just kissed me softly before serving up the pizza that Mom had made.

While we ate, my parents continued interrogating me about what I had been doing and with whom.

My wife, though, ran her foot up and down my leg underneath the table.

And after dinner, when my parents had finally lectured me enough before heading upstairs for the night, Ana cleaned up the kitchen with her music turned low and her hips shaking.

I stood watching her, wanting nothing more than to fuck her right on that countertop but instead, I pulled her suitcase into our bedroom and began to unpack it.

For weeks I had been waiting for this moment because the closet was half empty and smelled like saltwater instead of her, which sucked.

When I was finished putting her stuff away, she still hadn't come back to the room. I went out to the kitchen to look for her, and there was no sign of her in the clean kitchen.

"Ana?" I called softly to her, and then I saw her shadow on the porch, leaned against the banister. I walked outside, pulling the front door closed behind me. She stood there, staring out at the ocean peacefully, with the wind blowing her hair softly behind her. "Baby?"

She kept looking ahead, so I moved closer, running my hand across her hip until she pressed against my side.

"You stink."

I let her go and then sniffed myself.

"Do I?"

"Yeah, like vodka. You should shower." She was still looking at the ocean, and her voice was ridiculously calm, which was never a good sign.

The calmer, the angrier.

"Please don't be mad."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"No, I'm just..." She looked at me, and I could see that she wanted to cry but was fighting it. "Not answering your calls and ghosting me...that's strike 2. I am sure you have a strike 3, but that means cutting you off, and I'm really fucking horny...so right now, I just need you to go shower so that at least for tonight, we can fuck. Then when your parents leave, we can talk about all of this but not while they are here. I want L.A. to be a fresh start, and that means keeping people out of our marriage."

"Oh."

"Go shower, B."

I hated the look in her eyes, but I didn't dare argue with her.

There had to be a way to make her understand that it was just a dumb misunderstanding.

I didn't want things to be bad between us anymore.

Even though I wanted my freedom, I also wanted my wife and kids.

This could be my last big hurrah; it's not like I didn't know how to prioritize; I'd done it for months when I had to.

My parents didn't need to lecture me on responsibility; had they forgotten that I had taken care of the kids, run errands, and worked.

I made sure to scrub extra in the shower and even brushed my tongue before brushing my teeth.

All the while, I couldn't get that look in her eyes out of my head.

It was like she trying to tell me something in another language, and I just couldn't begin to understand it.

As I was brushing out my hair, I remembered the look...it was the same as way back in Lake George.

I'd let her fuck me...and I realized then that I'd have to do that.

Changing the rules without talking to her first was something we had agreed that we wouldn't do, but I felt like she wouldn't mind.

I dug through one of the cases she'd sent ahead that had our toy box in it.

The strap that she used on me was two years old but still looked good...I rushed to get it clean and set it up before she came to the room.

And was out of breath when she came in distracted by her phone screen.

I sat there naked, next to the strap on, trying to smile or adjust myself because I was nervous.

She hadn't done anything like this to me since before my surgery.

Even with the hormones, I had to take to not look like Chewbacca, I usually wasn't craving sex.

And I didn't get wet like I used to, so it took a lot for me without lube unless I banged her first.

When she finally looked up, her eyes traveled over the strap-on, then her eyebrows went up, and she looked at me.

"Is that what you want? Are you sure?"

"Yes...I know I like being on top a lot. I like fucking you and bending you like a pretzel, but I want to give you every part of me. I don't think I've done that in a long time."

"Why now?" She had put her phone to the side and had her hands on her hips. "This isn't a guilt thing, is it because letting me fuck you isn't going to make up for you falling for someone else."

Her words hit hard.

Whenever I was away from her, I fell for other people, Frankie and Grady specifically, but I had been 100% faithful to her this time.

"No, I've been yours this whole time, nobody has gotten all up on this since you, and I don't want them to. You're all I want forever, baby. I just, rather than cut me off, I thought it might be better for you if you could have some control back."

"What makes you think I don't have any control, B?" Now she had a smirk, that devious one that always made me shiver a bit.

This wasn't going right...I shoved the strap on and stood up, but she took two long strides and pushed me back down. "Did I tell you to get up?" She growled, and I realized I was wrong; this was something she was definitely into.

"Sorry."

"You're going to need to be quiet for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

I watched her as she stripped off her clothes, noticing a difference in her body immediately.

She'd been working out again, but she wasn't skin and bones. Her body was back to Cheerio standards, and her boobs seemed perkier.

"Like what you see?" I nodded. "I've been preparing to look my hottest for you."

"You look beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"Hot."

"Better."

Santana's POV

The sun barely rose when I rolled out of bed and got dressed.

I'd fucked Britt until she passed out after her second orgasm. It seemed that her stamina for fucking me was much greater than when she was getting fucked.

Which was fine by me; I left her there and took another shower before curling up next to her.

And then, I got up early and decided that I needed to run.

I had been running for ten minutes when she caught up with me.

"You left without me." She said as she kept in step with me.

"I didn't want to wake you."

"Well, you did; I woke up when you were putting on your shoes."

"No hangover?"

"Just a little bit, if I sweat it out, I'll be okay...do you want me to leave you alone?"

"Never."

"Last night was...wow."

I smirked and picked up my speed as I ran towards the pier.

And like nothing, she was right beside me, outpacing me like she always did.

But I was the runner, and I was getting back in shape...I could at least give her a challenge.

We ran to the pier, and then she caught my hand and pulled me against her body.

I was breathless as I looked up into her eyes, she smiled at me, and I was putty.

"I missed you, Britt Britt." I said as I ran my hand up her neck and into her damp hair. "I finally decided that yesterday was strike 2...is that cool with you?"

"Yes!"

"Great. So today, your parents have tickets to take the kids to Disneyland. They aren't staying long, just a few days, so I thought maybe we could go...if you want?"

Her eyes got wide. "Are you seriously asking if I want to go to Disneyland?"

"Well yeah."

"Of course I do!"

"Or..." I said, "We can have round 2."

It was evil of me to make her choose between Disneyland and getting her mack on. I may have forgiven her for making me wait for 3 fucking hours because she was drinking the day before, but that was only because I expected her to make it up to me.

She bit her lip and then ran her hands down my back and lifted me up by my ass cheeks.

"This time, I'm on top, right?"

"I waited for three hours after a five-hour flight...which means you owe me 8 orgasms."

"All at once? Can you handle that?"

"No, not all at once. I'm saying until I get those orgasms, you aren't topping me. At least not with that big ass strap that you love so much."

She pouted, but I wasn't breaking on this. I needed her to make it up to me, and I expected to enjoy every moment of it.

A/N: A little light in what has been a dark month. Love you chicas...be back soon.