Thanks everyone for the reviews. I have four chapters left in this story. Due to the popularity of Lord Tubbington's POV I'll be adding more in. I hadn't been originally planning on doing this but since so many enjoyed it and I have fun writing it I'll be adding his POV in.
Brittany sighs as she stares at the equations in front of her. She's been stuck for days on this problem. All she wants to do is to go home to her wife, but she has a deadline in two weeks for this portion of the proof. Since she's been stuck, she's been spending so much time here that she really hasn't seen her wife. But unlike when San was being stupid, she texts her wife that she'll be late and they talk on the phone.
'Hey Britt,' Santana says when she answers the phone. 'You're going to be late again?'
'Yeah San, I'm sorry. You know I'd rather be home than stuck here.' Brittany says.
'Do you want me to drop some dinner off for you?' Santana asks.
'That would be great.' Brittany says smiling at the thought.
'Maybe I could stay and eat with you.' Santana hopefully says crossing her fingers.
'I could use the distraction.' Brittany happily says.
'Great, I'll come around six.' Santana says.
'Love you,' Brittany says.
'Love you too.'
Brittany hangs up the phone, going back to trying to solve this fucking problem. If she can solve this little issue, she could go home at a decant hour and spend time with her wife. The time flies as she stares at the problem and before she knows it Santana is here.
"Hey Britt Britt," Santana says wrapping her arms around her wife from behind.
"Hey San," Brittany says turning around to kiss her.
Santana deepens the kiss, pushing the blonde back as she practically climbs on top of her. Their tongues battle for dominance. Santana wins, her tongue pushing into the blonde's mouth. They eventually have to pull apart to breath.
"God I've missed you." Santana says curling into the blonde's strong body.
"I've missed you too. It's been too long since we did that." Brittany agrees.
"Yes it has." Santana agrees. "I'd help, but you know I suck at math like this. Give me simple arithmetic any day."
"I just have to wait till either I or one of the other team members come up with a break through then I'm taking a fucking week off to spend with you." Brittany says as Santana gets off her and sets out the food.
"Where are your co-workers?" Santana asks noticing that they aren't here.
"I sent them home. They were annoying me." Brittany says sighing.
"How were they annoying you this time?" Santana asks.
"They were asking too many questions." Brittany admits.
Santana chuckles at the irony. While eating the chicken they make small talk about their days. Brittany complains about her problem and Santana complains about her pre-law teacher.
"It was nice to actually eat dinner with you." Santana says giving her a kiss.
Before she can pull away, Brittany pulls her down on top of her still kissing her.
"Britt," Santana gasps pulling back to look in her eyes.
"I want you so bad." Brittany moans, humping her wife.
"Fuck Britt," Santana groans grinding down on her wife's knee. "What if someone comes in?"
"No one will," Brittany promises.
"Where have I heard that before?" Santana says getting up and swaying her hips as she saunters to the couch.
Brittany locks the door before following her wife to the couch. "Trust me."
"I always do," Santana says pulling her down so her wife lands between her legs.
Brittany starts kissing her wife again. She wraps her arm around her wife pulling her more into the kiss. Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's neck, swiping her tongue into the blonde's mouth. They battle for dominance as their hands roam up and down each other's arms.
"Britt," Santana groans.
Brittany has moved to kissing the Latina's neck. Her hands have found themselves under the Latina's shirt, groping her breasts.
"God San," Brittany moans tugging on her shirt.
Santana pulls back, yanking her shirt off and unclasping her bra as the blonde does the same. They fall back into each other and continue to kiss. Brittany's hands go back to groping the Latina's breasts, pinching her nipples. Santana is moaning and groaning so wet and ready for her wife.
"Britt, I need you in me now." Santana gasps.
Brittany reaches down into her pants and gasps. "Shit baby you are fucking sopping."
Santana yanks down her pants and underwear, kicking them off. Brittany kissing down the Latina's body until she reaches her inner thigh. She inhales the musk that is her wife. It's her favorite scent in the world.
"If you don't do something, I'm going to fuck myself." Santana groans, humping up.
Brittany leaves a trail of kisses on the Latina's inner thigh. She gives her clit a little kiss before giving her pussy a lick. Santana moans, gripping the cushion. The blonde starts eating her out.
"Oh fuck," Santana moans, her left hand winding in the blonde's hair, pushing down slightly.
Brittany eats her out like it's her job, spearing her tongue into her, lapping up all her juices. She pulls back, breathing hard. She inserts two fingers causing the Latina to moan even more her head falling back. She pulls them out, licking them before plunging them back in adding a third.
"Oh god," Santana moans as the blonde thrusts into her.
Brittany pumps in and out of her, curling her fingers to hit the Latina's G-spot. She watches as the Latina face contorts in ecstasy.
"Britt!" Santana screams her walls tightening around the blonde's fingers as she comes.
"So beautiful," Brittany whispers kissing the Latina.
She continues to pump, bringing the Latina down from her high.
"Once I recover, I'm returning the favor." Santana says slumping down.
Brittany smirks swinging around to yank her pants and underwear off. She leans back opening her legs, giving the Latina a great view of her pussy. She wiggles the two fingers she used on the Latina that still have her juices on them, slowly pushing them into her pussy.
"Oh fuck," Santana groans watching the blonde fuck herself.
"I need you in me." Brittany moans.
Santana surges up, kissing the blonde as she removes her fingers and places her own in.
"San," Brittany moans.
Santana starts pumping her fingers in and out of the blonde.
"Fuck San, so close." Brittany breathlessly moans gripping tightly to Santana's back.
"Cum for me." Santana whispers.
Brittany arches up as her walls tighten around the Latina's fingers and she comes.
Both women lay in each other's arms breathing hard.
"Your gorgeous," Santana whispers brushing aside Brittany's sweaty hair that had fallen in her face.
"I needed this." Brittany sighs laying her head on her wife's shoulder.
"I know, I needed it to." Santana agrees.
They lay there for a few more minutes before getting up and getting dressed.
"Britt those are my underwear." Santana says.
"You can wear mine." Brittany says winking at her.
"Come on horndog, let's go home and get cleaned up." Santana says knowing her wife won't be getting more work done tonight.
"I guess I could use a good night sleep." Brittany agrees.
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Lord Tubbington POV
The she-devil had a look of happiness on her face when she came home. I hate it. Whenever she has that look on her face, I just want to scratch her. Of course my Brittany is here so I can't do that or she'll throw me into the guestroom and lock the door for the night. It happened that time I sat on the thing and she saw me.
"LT got into the cat treats again." the she-devil says to my Brittany.
"Are you sure? He can't really jump that high anymore." my Brittany says.
She's always defending me which is part of the reason I love her so much.
"Lord Tubbington!" the thing shouts running in.
He stops when he sees that the she-devil and my Brittany are home and standing in the kitchen.
"It looks like it was Sir Fluffster that got into the treats." my Brittany says picking the thing up and hugging him.
Now that is not allowed. I am my Brittany's favorite, not the thing. I march over and start meowing, stretching on my Brittany's leg.
"Oh Lord Tubbington, you can wait your turn." my Brittany says before turning to the she-devil. "Can you please pick him up?" she asks.
I hiss at the thought. I can count on one paw the amount of times that I have allowed the she-devil to pick me up.
"Britt," the she-devil says looking as appalled as I am.
"Please San," my Brittany begs, pouting.
"Fine just this once." the she-devil says bending down and picking me up.
I bite her hand as soon as it's around me.
"FUCKING CAT!" the she-devil shouts as I hiss and run away.
End Lord Tubbington POV
Later that night they are cuddled together in bed with some comedy playing in the background.
"Britt how much longer is this going to last? I miss having you home more." Santana starts. "And before you get all defensive I know that sometimes you have to work late, I'm not angry about that."
"I honestly don't know." Brittany says sighing.
"I just want you to come home for dinner even if you have to go back to work afterwards." Santana honestly says.
"That is something I can do." Brittany agrees as she also misses spending even just eating time with her wife. "I can probably also do some of the work here so I don't have to leave after we eat."
Santana kisses her deeply in response.
"You are the best." Santana whispers into her lips.
"I can't wait for this project to finish and I can only have my doctorate to worry about." Brittany sighs.
"Won't you have more work to do?" Santana asks not exactly sure what amount of degree her wife has or how long it will take for her to get her doctorate.
"No as I'll have to figure out what to do and then I can take my time more while finishing it." Brittany tells her.
"Do you have a time line for the project? When will you finish and be able to focus on your doctorate?" Santana asks.
They haven't talked much about school and their time lines for graduating and such.
"We have till the end of the year to finish. I'm thinking that at the start of next school year, I'll start working on my doctorate." Brittany tells her. "What about you? When will you graduate?" she asks.
"If I take classes during the summer, I'll finish in three years and then it will be four years of law school." Santana says.
"That's about the time I'm hoping to be done with my doctorate." Brittany happily says. "I love that we're talking through any problems now instead of letting them fester."
"It is very grown-up of us." Santana says.
Brittany looks at her wife debating wither to say something that has been on her mind since Christmas. With how busy they have both been it's just never seemed like the right time to bring it up. She wants to talk to her about kids. Now that they know their school timelines it might be a good time to talk about other future things.
"San," Brittany softly says.
"Yeah Britt," Santana says giving her a loving look.
"We should talk about kids." Brittany says causing Santana to sit up quickly and cough as air went down the wrong pipe.
"What?!" Santana says wanting to make sure she heard her wife right.
"I want to talk about our plans for having kids in the future." Brittany clarifies. "I want kids and I want to make sure that we are on the same page."
"I want kids too. Since I met you I've always known that you'd make a great mom and having a mini you running around would be the cutest thing ever." Santana says sighing in relief. "But I don't think we are ready for kids now."
"Yeah, we're too busy right now." Brittany agrees.
"I could see having a kid once we graduate and buy a place ourselves instead of having our parents pay." Santana says.
"Do you just mean graduate with a bachelors or wait until after you get out of law school? I'm okay either way." Brittany reassures her.
Santana bites her lip thinking. "I'm not sure, we should just agree to wait and reassess when it gets closer."
"That sounds like a plan." Brittany agrees.
The only thing she wants out of the future is for her and Santana to have kids at some point. Now that she knows this it's all good. They really have both grown up a lot since getting married and moving here.