There are exactly thirty hours and thirty minutes before Brittana and Becca return to Lima. She knows because she's counted them. Tomorrow, half-past twelve, her two loves were going to be on a plane on their way to Lima. She would do anything to spend the last day with them, but she has no choice. She has to go to class. She removes the covers from her body and tiredly exits the room.
Brittany is tying her hair in a messy bun. Santana sneaks up behind her and wraps her arms around Brittany.
Due to their height difference, Santana's face is just below her neck. She kisses her there, and Brittany rests into her.
"Missed you in bed this morning." She says as she pecks the pale skin available to her. Her eyes are closed as she breathes in Brittany's scent. Her scented body lotion smells so good.
"You looked so tired, Baby," Brittany says, turning around and wrapping her arms around Santana's waist. She lifts her and turns her around, placing Santana on the bathroom counter. "We all fell asleep while watching the movie."
Santana wraps her legs around Brittany, keeping her in place. She moves a strand of blonde hair behind her ear before resting her hands on her shoulders and running her nails softly along the back of her neck where her hair ends. She pulls Brittany into a kiss and tenderly explores her mouth. She can taste the cherry chapstick and the toothpaste of her freshly brushed teeth. She pulls away with a moan.
"Good morning," She says, pulling away.
"Good morning to you too,"
"I have to shower,"
"You do," Brittany says, giving her a chaste kiss.
"Can't if you won't let me," Santana responds, continuing to kiss Brittany.
—
Brittany pulls away from her lips, but Santana's lips move down to her neck. She gulps. Right now is not the time to do this. She kisses Santana one last time before gently unwrapping her legs from behind her and putting some space between their bodies.
"Don't give me that look," She says when Santana raises an eyebrow at her, "You know that if we keep it up, Becca is going to hear us. She said, motioning to the opened door. "She'd be scarred for life." She said, wiggling her eyebrows at Santana.
The younger woman chuckles and shakes her head in disbelief. Brittany smiles and helps her get down from the counter by lifting her and setting her down on her feet. Her freshly manicured hands cradle her head and bring her forehead to her lips. She places a tender kiss it before looking at her and telling her to take a shower.
She grabs the door and is about to walk out when Santana calls her name. She turns around, and Santana takes off her shirt and turns around. Santana looks over her shoulder, giving Brittany a view of her exposed back and ass. Santana winks at blows a kiss in her direction. After Santana enters the shower, Brittany shakes her head with a smile on her face and looks down at her pants.
Her cock was already hard in her pajama shorts. She shakes her head at Santana's evil little game before she locks the door. She takes a moment to view her Santana's naked silhouette through the frosted class. She bites her lower lip as her eyes make out the outline of her glorious ass. She opens the shower door and steps into it.
"I knew you'd change your mind," Santana says, turning around and wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
Brittany wrapped her arms around her waist. She notices how Santana smirks as she looks at her erection and then at her. Santana gets on her tippy toes and kisses Brittany, eliminating the space between their bodies. Brittany's erection is pressed between them.
"Yeah, well, this thing has its mind of its own. I can't help that my girlfriend is so fucking hot. Have you seen you?"
She spots the mirror in the background and smiles. She grabs Santana and turns her around so that she is behind her as Santana faces the mirror through the transparent part above the frosted glass.
She brings one hand to her clavicle and runs her finger along with it as her eyes lock with Santana's through the reflection in the mirror.
"Watch my hands and focus on my voice so you can see what I see."
She bites her lip as she teases her clavicle with the pads of her middle finger. Goosebumps rise on Santana's wet, tan skin as Santana dumbly nods as if she were entranced. Brittany sees her swallow thickly after her hips move involuntarily against Santana's ass.
Brittany slowly moves her hands down between the valley of her breast, under and around them before she cups them both in her hands and proceeds to massage them. Santana gasps in surprise, then closing her eyes at the sensation. Brittany bites her lip at how Santana's nipples harden in her palm. She watches Santana's face with adoration from the mirror. A god damn sex goddess, she thinks to herself.
She turns her head and nuzzles into her neck right under her ear and kisses it tenderly. She takes her earlobe into her mouth and sucks it before biting on it gently. Her hands never stop massaging Santana's breast as she does so. Santana's moans make her want to give in to her so soon, but she needs Santana to know just how beautiful Brittany finds her. She wants Santana to remember this encounter every time she looks into the mirror.
She takes Santana's arms and flattens them on the glass wall. She whispers into her ear.
"Please look, Baby, I need you to know,"
—
Santana opens her eyes at the request of Brittany's voice. Her body is buzzing. A million butterflies fluttering in her stomach as one of
"Your boobs are so fucking amazing." Brittany pinches her nipples. "I love your nipples. I love the color, and I love the size. I love how they feel in my mouth."
She moans when she palms her breast again before she one hand slides down her navel to her toned stomach.
"You carried our first child, and you can't even tell it ever happened. I love how feminine your abs are, but I also love how strong you are.
Her hand lowers and cup her center. Her knees buckle, and she sticks unconsciously moves her butt coming into contact with Brittany's hard cock. Brittany grinds into her and they both moan. She can feel Brittany's cock between her as check as they continue to move against each other. Her eyes are locked with Brittany's through the mirror.
"This ass," Brittany says as she grinds into it more, "and this pussy," Brittany says, rubbing her folds.
Santana lets out a shaky breath.
"I can't get enough of it. I think of you all the time. I did for several years."
Brittany rubs her clit, and she closes her eyes, moaning at how good it was to have some friction.
She takes one of her hands and covers the one that Brittany has over her pussy. Letting her know that is where she needs her. To her contentment, Brittany continues to rub her. She slowly begins to move her hips into Brittany's firm caresses. She bites her lip when Brittany's cock twitches against her bare ass.
"Baby," She says. It does not surprise her how needy she sounds.
Brittany kisses her shoulder. Her hips and hands never stop their movements. She is so hard that her cock aches. She wants to take her so badly, but not like this. She wants to see Santana's face. She wants to be able to kiss her.
"Not like this," She whispers.
She removes her hand from Santana, who whimpers in disapproval. She turns the shorter girl around who is about to voice her displeasure, but her words disappear as she pours some silicone lube into her hand and proceeds to rub it over her hard cock. Santana's hands come up to her face to pull her into a searing kiss. Brittany's tongue slides along Santana's luscious lower lip and enters her mouth when Santana widens her mouth to let her in.
During their kiss, one of Brittany's hands moves to cup Santana's ass while she rubs some of the lube onto Santana's pussy. Her hands then move to Santana's waist as she begins grinding her hips into her, causing Santana to moan in response. Brittany lifts her body, and Santana's legs wrap around her. Their kisses heat up, becoming sloppy due to the water pouring down on them. Britany takes a few steps and presses Santana against the tile.
Santana pulls away with a gasp when she back touches the cold tiles. Brittany's lips move her chin, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the delicate skin of her neck. She moans when Brittany marks her neck.
"Oh my god, you make me so fucking hard, San," Brittany breathes into her neck as she squeezes her ass cheeks.
Santana can feel Brittany's hard cock underneath her. Her tip is teasing her hot center. Her hands hold Brittany's head as she bites her lip. She can't take it anymore. She is so close to cumming, and Brittany hasn't even done much yet.
She makes Brittany look up at her. She kisses her briefly before looking into Brittany's eyes, "Fuck me," She grinds her hips against Brittany's abdomen. "Baby, fuck me like only you do."
She smiles as Brittany shutters at her words.
"Ugh, you're so fucking hot,"
—
Brittany uses the wall to support Santana's body against the wall while she uses one hand to reach down and grab her cock by the base and runs it along Santana's wet folds. Not a second after does she line it up with her center and move her hips up. Once the tip slides easily into Santana, she moves her back to Santana's hip to pull her down onto her cock.
Her eyes stay locked with Santana's as she enters her as she bit her lip. Santana's mouth gasps as more of her cock enters Santana. A tightness squeezes her cock, wrapping it in a wet, warmth.
Santana moan, and her face distorts at the intrusion.
Brittany can't help how her eyes close at the sensation engulfing her length.
"You feel so good," Brittany says through heavy breathing.
Her mouth goes agape, and her eyes open when Santana initiates the movements of her hips sooner than Brittany had intended to, but she doesn't overthink it. If Santana's ready, she'll give it to her. She will let Santana have it the way the girl was begging her to give it to her.
—
"Tell me," Brittany starts to say but then grunts at the sensation, "tell me how bad you want it,"
Santana brings Brittany's head to her chest, and she holds it there, needing to keep Brittany closer despite being connected at the waist. She is already so close to coming.
"So bad baby, I am already so close," she moves her hips in circles, "You belong here,"
"Fuck, San," Brittany says breathlessly.
Brittany holds her in place as she thrust in and out of her before pulling her down and grinding her hips inside her. Brittany knows she loves when the older woman rolls her hips into her like this. The tip of her cock touches a depth so deep inside her with every movement.
"Ugh, Britt" She grinds harder, loving the feeling, and wanting more, "I love your fucking cock, oh fu-ugh-ck," she groans, "so fucking good."
She wants to feel this moment forever because it feels good, but she is so close.
"San, Baby," Brittany moans into her chest. She can feel her lips moving against her skin, "Fuck, Baby, you feel UGH-"
"Mmmhm so close," she says as she grunts when Brittany's cock hits the spot again, "I am so fucking close."
—
Brittany breathes hard as she tries to focus on Santana, but Santana's pussy is pulsating around her cock, and it feels incredible. So much so that she is going to blow her load inside her any minute now. B Brittany moves her hips outward, so only the tip is inside then rams into Santana again. She repeats this a few times before grinding into her once more. Again, she pushes her hips outward before thrusting back in.
"Shit, I-I-OH," Brittany's breathing is hard. Her balls tighten, and her face distorts because of the orgasm she could no longer contain.
She keeps rolling her hips, but they still as cum shoots out of her.
"Yesss, yess cum inside me," she hears Santana say breathlessly as her one a hand scratches her shoulder blade. She thrust even deeper into Santana and cums inside her as Santana begins to clench around her. Brittany stills her movements.
"OH," Santana moans out loudly as she cums on her cock.
Santana's pussy continues to pulsate around her cock as her seed is released. Her cock twitches when it is empty before it begins to soften inside of Santana. She turns her head and kisses the valley between her breasts and whispers how much she loves her.
—
After a moment, Brittany removes her cock. She whimpers at the emptiness and the feeling of the thick substance sliding out of her and down her leg. It doesn't surprise her how Brittany watches while biting her lip.
"Such a fucking horn dog, Babe," She jokes before pulling Brittany into a tender kiss, "That was so good," She tells Brittany between kisses.
She feels Brittany smiles into the kiss in agreement.
"Totally," Brittany says as she pulls away.
"Now, we really have to hurry up and shower," Santana says before turning to grab the loofa and the soap. She rubs them both together and then smiles at Brittany, "Let me wash you?" She asks Brittany in a shy voice.
"Duh," Brittany says as it's the most obvious thing in the world.
She smiles and kisses her lips once more before beginning to wash Brittany's body.
—-
Brittany watches as Santana bends over to kiss Becca on the cheek. She listens as Santana whispers that she is going to school and that she will miss her before she tells her that she loves her. Most mornings, Becca is wide awake, but she was obviously tired from their previous movie night in. Becca hadn't fallen asleep until 10. Because she had fallen asleep in their bed, Santana and Brittany couldn't get their mack on. Their morning session, though recorded due to Santana's mission to get different positions and different situations, was genuine. They had forgotten about the cameras until they got out of the shower.
She smiles and rolls her eyes playfully. She would do anything for Santana.
She watches as Santana stands up and grabs her backpack before walking to the doorway where she stands. Santana's hands wrap around her shoulders. Brittany's hands wrap around her waist and underneath her backpack. She pulls her close. Santana's heels make her a few inches taller.
"I love you, Britt, I am going to miss you. Text me when you get to the campus."
Brittany nods, "I love you, too. I will get you all lunch. Same place."
"Get guac in mine, kay?" She teases.
"Ugh, I told the lady last time," She says, playfully rolling her eyes.
They chuckle at their banter. Naturally, their laughter turns to smiles. Their eyes lock, and they stare into each other's eyes for a moment before Santana sighs.
"I've gotta go," She says, joining their foreheads.
"Yeah, I know,"
She watches as Santana licks her lips before their mouths meet in a kiss. It lasts several seconds before they pull away. Santana pulls away and walks out the door. Brittany's eyes follow her the whole way until she gets into the elevator. She closes the door and turns around, leaning against the door.
—
Brittany sat on the bed carefully. She didn't want to wake Becca up just yet. Her daughter rarely slept in. Like, Santana, she was an early riser. It was probably due to the many years she had to wake up early to get ready when Santana did.
She runs her hands through Becca's hair and smiles. It still boggles her mind that this little person was created with her help. This little person changed her whole life the moment she learned about her. For years, she had accepted that she never wanted to have children because she couldn't bear the thought of passing on her genetics, but here she was, sitting on a bed, and marveling at how perfect Becca is. She never pictured her future with kids, and now that she had Becca and Santana, they are all that she sees.
Most people her age don't have a 3-year-old child. Shoot, most people Santana's age don't have children. The decisions she and Santana made that fateful night will forever live with them, and Brittany doesn't regret them. She can't. Not when Becca is a direct result from them.
She leans and kisses Becca on the forehead. "I love you, Babygirl." She whispers before getting up. She carefully gets up again and retrieves their luggage from the closet. Very quietly, she begins to pack her and Becca's things.
With each item sheets into the suitcase, the more wrong it feels. This doesn't feel right. Brittany's attention is brought to Becca, who is now awake and rubbing her eyes.
"Mommy," she says after a yawn, "I need to go the bathroom."
Brittany drops the items she had in her hands, grabs some underwear, and walks over to Becca and lifts her into her arms. She places her on her hip and walks to the bathroom. She places her down in front of the toilet and pulls her pajama pants down. Quickly, she undoes her pull-up and lifts her to the toilet seat.
"Where is mamá?" Becca asks sadly she slides off the toilet.
"Oh honey, she is at school already," Brittany says as she wipes Becca's bottom.
"But she didn't say bye to me," Becca said, pouting her lip.
Brittany's heart broke at the sight of her sad daughter. She helps Becca put on her underwear and then proceeds to help her put on her pajama pants anew.
"She kissed you before she left and whispered that she loves you tanto, tanto."
Brittany observes how Becca's lip starts to tremble, and her eyes start to water. Becca is always emotional when she wakes up.
"It's not the same," she says before she starts cryings.
Brittany sweeps her back up and walks over to the sink, where she quickly washes their hands with soup. She wipes her hands on the towel and holds Becca to her chest, not caring if Becca's hands wet her shirt and begin to comfort the crying toddler by rubbing her back and rocking her. Occasionally, she would tap her back with her palm in a peaceful manner.
"It's okay Becca, I miss her, too, but she will be back before you know it. What do you say we go see her at lunch?"
Becca shakes her head, which surprises Brittany.
"You don't want to go see her at lunch?" Becca shakes her head and begins to hiccup. "Well, what do you want to do?"
"Nothing, I don't feel like going out."
"You don't want to go anywhere?" Brittany asked as she continues to rock her daughter in her arms and caress her back.
Brittany feels Becca shake her head into her shoulder, "Nuh-uh," She hears her say.
"Honey, you mama would love to see you. She said she'd miss you before she left. Don't you want to go see her?"
"She said that?"
Brittany pulls Becca from her shoulder and makes her look at her, "Oh, Honey, I don't like seeing you like this. Of course, she did. She said she loves you and she hopes that you have a good day. What do you say? Let's go see her." Brittany tries again, unsure of why Becca is so sad but determined to make her smile again.
Becca smiles, "si, si."
"Awesome," she says happily when a loud growl comes from Becca's stomach, "Becca, do you have a lion in your tummy?" She asks with a surprised face.
Becca breaks into a fit of giggles, "No," she squeaks out through the laughter.
Her giggles are so contagious that Brittany begins to laugh herself.