Brittany is thankful for the opportunity she's been given. She has an amazing girlfriend; she has a beautiful family, a fabulous house, and a great paying job with outstanding benefits. Brittany should be the absolute happiest with the life she's been given, but she isn't. Crunching numbers and analyzing data is something she likes doing, but she can no longer deny that she misses her substitute job a week in.
Brittany tries to shrug off the slight guilt she feels after admitting that.
Guilt, as she has always understood, is tied to regret. Brittany has no regrets about giving up her teaching job to be with Santana. She loves Santana and Becca more than anything in this world. If she were to find herself in the same position all over again, she would not hesitate to make the same decision so that she could be with them. She did not love teaching more, but teaching students and interacting with them brought her joy, and she enjoyed it immensely. She got a much better feeling of accomplishment when her students understood math after so much struggle.
It's not that she doesn't love her new job, because she does, but it wouldn't be so bad to be able to teach students still instead of being in a financial institution. Working in finances was not what she pictured when she settled down in Lima after college. Still, then again, she never imagined herself having a long-distance relationship with the love of her life and the mother of her child.
She closes her eyes and breaths in profoundly before repeating an all too familiar phrase that everything is going to be worth it.
It's moments like these that Brittany is grateful for her work week coming to an end. Knowing she gets to see Becca in a half-hour and talk to Santana for much longer than a quick call is enough to give her a boost of energy to get through the day.
She bites her lower lip when she realizes she has 10 minutes left. As usual, she begins to write a To-Do list of the task she needs to do when she returns to work. Next, she sets her email to send an away message if anyone contacts her. Finally, she logs out of the company's system before gathering her things and making her way to the elevator to take her to the first floor. She smiles, waves, and wishes a good weekend to the co-workers that wish her the same. Soon, Brittany is sitting in her car.
She instinctively pulls out her phone. By looking at it, her phone unlocks. She smiles when she sees several text messages from her friends and family. Brittany ignores the rest and opens Santana's, only to have her eyes widen.
"Quinn has a date tonight. I can't wait to have phone sex with you. I watched the video, but she walked in. I needed a cold shower."
"Holy shit," she says as she stares at a photo Santana had sent her a half-hour ago.
In the photo, Santana is in the shower. Water is pouring all over her, and she is cupping her breast. The dark, perky nipple is poking out between the gaps of her fingers. She would do anything to be in that shower with Santana. Brittany licks her lip, her face feels heated, and a rush of blood rushes to her groin. She wishes she didn't have her compression shorts on because things are starting to get uncomfortably tight.
"You are so fucking hot and so fucking mean for being a tease. I can't wait for tonight. Love you," she says as she types the messages.
She takes a few deep breathes to let her hormones cool down before buckling up and pulling out of her parking spot with a grin.
As Santana helps Quinn get ready for her date, her excitement for her plans builds inside her like a little kid on Christmas Eve.
"With Ashley doing her own thing and me going on this date, you sure you're gonna be okay by yourself?" Quinn asks.
Santana smiles, finding comfort in Quinn's genuine concern. She instructs her to sit on the foot of the bed to do her makeup.
"I will be okay. I am looking forward to it. I have been looking forward to it all week. So don't worry about me. Go on this date, have a good time, and don't freak out if she kisses you."
"Okay," she says softly with uncertainty at first before repeating with more enthusiasm, "Okay! I promise not to freak out," she purses her lips and rubs them together to spread the lipstick evenly, "What do you have planned with your lady loves?"
"We are going to have pizza, and we are gonna watch a movie via Watch Party. It's this Chrome extension that lets you and other people watch the same thing in sync. There's a little chat option, but my loves and I are going to be using Facetime to talk." Santana, now finished with Quinn's makeup, straightens her body to observe Quinn and then gets out of the way so she can see her reflection. "Damn, I'm good."
A knock at the door gets their attention. Santana opens it knowing it is the pizza she had ordered a half-hour ago.
"My food is here, which means it's times for yous ta gets ta steppin," Santana says with her Lima-Heights Adjacent accent before setting the pizza down on her desk and flopping onto her bed.
She props her head up with her hand and elbow as she watches Quinn exhale steadily.
"Going on a date with a girl is just like going on a date with a guy. While this may be the first girl you've gone on a date with, you've done this plenty of times. You have got this," Santana says calmly, trying to ease Quinn's anxiety.
"You're right. I do," Quinn says, much more relaxed.
When Quinn exits, Santana locks the door and immediately grabs her phone. Much to her delight, Brittany answers on the first ring.
"Hey Babe," Santana hear through the line.
"Baby," Santana greets with a smile. "I've missed you so much. Are you two ready?" She asks.
"Becca has been ready since I picked her up from her grandparents' house. I'm going to hand her the phone,"
Santana's smile grows at the sound of her daughter thanking Brittany for handing her the phone.
"Mami!" Becca squeals into the phone.
"Amorcito mio. Have you missed me?"
"Si. A lot. A lot."
"I've missed you to Amorcito. Let me see your face. Call me through Facetime. Do you remember how?"
Instead of hearing a reply, Santana hears the all too familiar FaceTime call notification coming from her phone.
Santana's heart practically melts at the sight of her daughter. Becca has got her hair down. She can tell by how wet and straight it is, and that she's wearing her pajamas, that she's just taken a bath. Baths have been bonding time for her and Becca ever since she was born. Here Becca was now, starting kindergarten soon.
"You're growing up so fast, Baby."
"I eats all my fuits and veggies like you said, even if the gwoss ones,"
"I bet your nice and strong, too."
"Not like you and Mama,"
"Keep eating like us, and you will be."
Santana's eyes shift to Brittany, who is in the background servicing her and Becca's food and drinks, but they refocus on Becca when Brittany exits the frame. She presumes Brittany is putting their food on the coffee table.
"Baby girl, bring your cute little butt over here. It's time to start the movie." Santana hears Brittany shout.
Santana chuckles when Becca makes a quick dash to the living room. Santana grabs her pizza and laptop and sits crisscross on the bed, her back resting on the headboard. She sets her phone on her phone stand on her bed.
"What movie are we watching, Baby girl?" Brittany says.
"Zootopia!"
"I really like that one," Santana admits.
"Me, too."
They watched the movie as they ate pizza. Then, when Becca was sleepy, they paused the movie so Brittany could carry Becca to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Santana brushed her teeth with them. It was dorky that they were doing this together over the phone so far apart from each other, but Santana wouldn't trade it for the world. It made her feel like the distance was no more temporary, and Santana loved that. When they return to watch the movie, Santana solely focuses her eyes on her phone as she lies down on her bed. She watches as Becca cuddles into Brittany until she slowly dozed off to a deep slumber.
Brittany quietly turns off the television with the remote, then slowly maneuvers Becca's body so that she can carry her without waking her. Next, she closed the laptop that she had connected to the television. Then, Brittany checks the door and ensures it is locked before turning the security alarm on. As she exits each room, she turns off the lights. Finally, she made her way to Becca's bedroom and gently put her into bed.
Both she and Santana said goodnight quietly before Brittany closed the door and headed to the bedroom.
With each step, anticipation builds inside her. She wonders how she and Santana would do this and if Santana still wants to. She wonders if she still wants to. The pictures and messages she had gotten worked earlier to get her going, but that was hours ago. Brittany didn't want it to feel forced.
"You're too quiet and thinking too hard. What's up?" She hears Santana say.
"I miss you, and I wish you were here," Brittany says instead of what she feels.
Once she reaches her room, she sets the phone on the nightstand, positioning it to stand up while she gets into bed.
"Me, too."
Brittany gets into bed and grabs her phone to watch Santana shifting in her bed to get comfortable.
"Now, tell me what you're really thinking?"
"This feels a little weird. I mean, I feel like those odd couples that schedule sex."
"While it isn't the perfect situation, I get where you are coming from, but," Brittany watches as Santana bites her lower lip, "I want to try this. With everything going on during the week, I liked having something exciting to look forward to," Brittany hears Santana say.
And gosh, how can Brittany say no to her girlfriend's request.
"Okay," Brittany says softly, full of tenderness," we can try this,"
Her uneasiness dissolves when Santana squeals in excitement into her pillow.
"You are absolutely the cutest," Brittany gushes.
"Cute?" Santana challenges playfully.
Brittany could see the desire growing in Santana's eyes. She subconsciously runs her tongue over her lips as her desire to kiss Santana grows.
She watches as Santana lifts an eyebrow and squints her eyes. Brittany knows all too well that Santana has an idea brewing in her head.
"Truth or dare?" Santana asks.
"Truth," Brittany says with a smile.
"Did you get hard at the picture I sent you earlier?"
Brittany swallows hard as she feels her face warm up. That is not what she expected.
"Yes," she says breathlessly.
Santana bites her lip," Your turn."
"Truth or dare,"
"Truth,"
"Which video did you watch?"
"The one where we used this," Santana says as she brings Brittany's cloned cock into the frame.
Blood rushed to Brittany's groin as her heart rate picks up.
Brittany remembers that one very well. She didn't need to watch the video to have images replaying in her head.
Santana had given it a blow job. Brittany had sucked the replica of her cock, too. Then, Brittany used the toy in Santana's pussy while Brittany's cock fucked her ass. That had been one of Santana's fantasies, and god, it had been so, so hot.
Brittany closes her eyes and tries to control her breathing. Her cock was getting hard. It felt heavy in her pajama bottoms.
"Truth or dare," Brittany heard Santana asks with a husky voice.
"Truth," Brittany responds with open eyes.
"Are you hard for me?"
Brittany knows Santana can see her hardening cock from the tiny screen in the corner. Santana's eyes are looking at it as she's biting her lip.
Brittany nods.
"Truth or dare,"
"Truth,"
"How bad do you want this?" Brittany says as she grabs and rubs the shape of her hard cock over her pajama bottoms.
"So fucking bad. God, Britt, I'm so fucking wet right now."
Santana is about to put her hands in her shorts, but Brittany stops her.
"Not yet. It's my turn. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Santana says with a huff.
"Take off your shirt," she husks out.
Brittany's cock was at its full length. She crabs it over her clothes as it dances on its own, begging for some friction. She locks her lips again as she watches with careful, lustful eyes as Santana removes her shorts. Brittany wishes she could be placing kisses on every inch of beautiful skin being shown. Her mouth waters as Santana's breast bounce out from under the shirt as it's lifted over her head.
Brittany would do absolutely anything to be able to bury her face between Santana's perfect boobs and suck, lick, and nibble on the skin of her breast. Santana's dark, perky nipples were begging to be played with.
"Truth or dare," Santana says as she tosses the shirt to the side.
"Dare,"
"Take off all your clothes,"
Brittany does as she instructed. She takes off her shirt and bra before removing her pajama pants. She purposefully leaves on her lace boxer briefs.
While removing her clothes, she hadn't noticed that Santana had removed all of her remaining clothes and was waiting patiently for her.
"You little cheater," Brittany begins to say but is cut off.
"Uh uh. Those have got to go, too, Babe,"
Brittany's eyes never leave Santana's naked body as she moves to remove her underwear. With all her movements, she can feel her heavy, rock-hard cock swaying.
A proud smirk comes to her face when she hears Santana sigh.
"My God. The lesbian urge I have to suck your sexy girl cock,"
Gosh, Brittany couldn't help but grip her cock and move her hand along her length.
"Suck it then," she says as she grabs it by the base and points it to Santana, "Suck my cock,"
Santana can feel herself burning up. Her mouth is watering at the sit of Brittany's glistening cock. The head of her cock looks so damn delicious she wishes she really could twirl her tongue. She wishes she could take the entire length into her mouth and suck out every last drop.
Santana grabs the laptop and brings it closer, giving Brittany the best possible angle. She grabs the replica of Brittany's cock and holds it in front of her. One hand holds its base while the other wraps around the circumference of the toy. Much to her delight, Brittany mimics her actions. Santana begins to pump Brittany's clone before bringing her mouth to the top. Her lips wrap around the tip, and she sucks softly before she opens her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. Santana then licks the slit at the tip then runs her tongue on the cocks underside. She moves her hand while licking the base while the other pumps the length.
She wishes she could taste Brittany's skin and smell her scent, but for now, the moans coming from her speakers and the visions before her will have to do.
She licks her way to the tip and sucks it again. Finally, she tilts her head, making Brittany's cloned cock poke against her cheek.
"Fuck," She hears Brittany grunt.
God, Santana is so turned on. Hearing and seeing Brittany enjoying this as much as she is, feels fantastic. Of course, it isn't perfect, but she is enjoying this and loving the fact that their intimacy is still so intense despite the distance.
Santana pumps the cock again and then takes the tip into her mouth anew. She pops her head, taking more and more into her mouth slowly. Brittany still follows her speed.
As per usual, she fights the urge to gag and pushes herself to take more and more until it hits the back of her throat. She loved taking Brittany so far into her mouth and throat that the scent trapped in her pubes would surround her nose. Unfortunately, she doesn't have that luxury now, but she closes her eyes and pictures it.
She opens her eyes, wanting to see Brittany as she fucked her cock with her hand.
The sights, sounds, and actions make it difficult for Santana not to touch herself, so she stops trying. She brings her hand to her soaked center as her head moves forward and backward on the stilled toy in her hand. Santana finds herself glancing to the corner to see the state she's in. She is in awe at how it turns her on to see her pussy glistening with want. She begins to rub her engorged clit, but Brittany stops her.
"Let me be inside, Babe," Brittany moans out.
Santana moans at the demand as she releases the cock in her mouth. Her lips feel tingly from being stretched. She takes them into her mouth and then runs her tongue over them to clean the drool on them.
Santana bites her lip as she drags the cock down her body, moaning when she runs it along her stomach. Her skin contrast. With hooded eyes, she turns the base so that it is vibrating.
A moan escapes her when she feels the vibrations against her wet pussy.
She wants to tease Brittany, but she hasn't the patience. Instead, she wants to orgasm, knowing Brittany would fuck her without a second thought.
"Take me in," She hears Brittany grunt as she slows down her pumps and squeezes her cock so that she doesn't cum.
Santana's chest heaves as she slides the cock inside her. The toy stretches her pussy to fit in, and she moans at the sensation she loves so much and bites her lip.
She knew she was turned on so much, but she only now knows how much when she feels herself on edge already.
"Fuck," she says, "Fucking full,"
A smile comes to her face at the delicious feeling between her legs.
She watches Brittany move her hand on her wet, hard cock as she takes a moment to adjust to the fullness.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Babe. I love you," Brittany mutters to her.
And fuck, how Brittany manages to be so fucking cute while rubbing her hard cock will forever be a mystery to her, but she loves it. She loves her.
" I love you, too," Santana whispers as she begins to match the movement of Brittany's hands. "Show me how much,"
And just like their first night together, Brittany nods.
As Brittany picks up the pace of her fist, so does Santana. When Brittany cups her breast, Santana mirrors that action, too.
Santana moves her hips meeting the movement of her hand, moaning loader on occasion.
"Fucking me so damn good, San," She hears Brittany grunt when she rolls her hips into the toy as she holds it in place.
'Right there," Santana moans out.
She repeats the action.
"Fuck," Brittany moans, "so close,"
Santana keeps up with her motions as she watches Brittany pump her fist faster and faster along her length. She doesn't stop as Brittany's abdomen tightens. She licks her lips as Brittany pumps, then stops when her mouth goes agape, and her eyebrows furrow in concentration when she thinks she's about to cum.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Brittany grunts breathlessly.
Santana thinks she looks so fucking sexy.
Brittany pumps a bit more, and let's go. Her cock pulsates and moves on its own as she grabs the base to hold it upright.
"Oh,"
Brittany's cum shoots out of her and onto her chest. Once she's started to cum, she grabs it again, pumping it as thick, white cum ejaculates out of her.
Santana watches with anticipation as she moves pumps the toy quickly in and out of her. She watches as Brittany squeezes hard as she squeezes the remaining out of her. It runs over her fingers and down her cock and balls.
Santana wants to lick all of it.
As Brittany's chest heaves as her cock softens, Santana works to achieve her orgasms.
Santana's eyes never leave Brittany's as she continues to pump the toy in and out of her and meet each movement with her hips.
"So, fucking sexy," Brittany mutters.
It adds a little something knowing Brittany is watching her closely. It motivates her to go harder and faster.
She can feel the sweat along her body. Her chest is heaving as she tries to breaths in. She's close. So close, as she bites harder on her lip.
"God," she grunts, " It feels so-oh damn good,"
"Fucking god," Brittany says, stroking her cock anew with a rapid pace. "You are so fucking sexy,"
Santana's chest heaves as she breathes hard with an open mouth. She can't stop the moans and grunts that mix with Brittany's. Her eyes are glued to Brittany's movements. Soon, she feels a tightness building within her. Her forehead begins to crease in concentration.
"I'm gonna-"
"Cum, Baby, Cum," Brittany grunts.
Santana can see Brittany is close again. She brings her hand to her clit, and she rubs rapidly as she moves the cock inside her.
"Shit, Shit, San,"
"Fuck, Fu-ugh, Britt, ugh, Britt, I-" Santana says with a high-pitched moan as her back arches off the bed, "Oh!"
The tightness in her stomach releases, and her body feels like it's floating. Her hand slowly pulls the toy out of her. She watches as Brittany milks the last drop out of her cock for the second time. She can see how the toy is covered with her cum on the corner of the screen before focusing on Brittany again.
Santana and Brittany are all smiles. Brittany is covered with cum on her chest, as are her cock and balls. She licks her lips subconsciously as Brittany wipes some of it off her chest brings it to her mouth.
"Fuck, don't get me worked up again,"
"Me? That was all you, Babe."
"I still got them mad skills," Santana says with a wink, " I so could so use me some cuddles," Santana says, grabbing the laptop and putting it next to her head as she rests on her side.
"Me, too,"
They spend the rest of the time talking before they decide to take a shower and call it a night. Sure, Santana wished to be falling asleep cuddled next to Brittany, knowing their baby girl was a few doors down, but this was manageable for the time being. No, their date nights weren't perfect, but date nights with her loves were always going to be worth it.
As she lay in her bed, thinking of her night, her phone lights up. She reaches for it and smiles as it's a message from Brittany. She opens it.
"We are going to make it. I love you, Babe, goodnight." She reads out loud with a smile, before replying.