Prompt: Something about the thought of either Santana or Brittany, or just some interaction whilst they are sat at their table at the wedding!
Inspired by the GIANT slice of 5 layer chocolate cake I just inhaled..
It was in a break between performances, just after cutting their wedding cake, that Santana and Brittany finally caught their breath. Sure they have been practically joined at the hip, never straying too far from the other, but with having to talk to relatives and friends and dancing and singing and everything else that goes with being awesome hosts, they didn't really have the time to just enjoy each other's presence and take it all in. It was so surreal to them, thatthey just got married, that they're wives now, that this wastheir wedding that it wasn't until they got back to their table with big slices of cake on a single plate to share that it finally started to set in a little.
Brittany was happily nibbling away at her side of the slice, trying to daintily eat since she was sitting in front of practically everyone they knew and didn't want to end up with frosting all over her face but it wasn't really working out too well. Santana watched her with a small smile, glancing to her side every so often to find Brittany smiling back too. She really did have the most beautiful bride ever; Brittany looked gorgeous in her dress, she was glowing and Santana found herself falling more and more in love every time she looked her way. It was unbelievable how just a few years ago she thought this was all just some silly dream, never ever to come true yet here they are.
Almost as if Brittany was thinking the same as Santana, she sent her a knowing smile as she reached over and laced their fingers together, thumbs caressing soft skin and eyes glistening with love. Santana smiled bashfully back as she squeezed a little on her wife's hand before turning back to help finish off their cake.
"You got a little something.." Santana motioned to Brittany's mouth with their joined hands, forgetting that their fingers were interlocked in the first place because holding hands was so second nature to them now. She giggled at the way Brittany tried licking her lips to rid herself of the rogue frosting instead of setting down her fork or unlacing her and Santana's fingers so she could grab her napkin. She looked so damn cute with her nose scrunched and the tip of her tongue poking out to wet the corners of her mouth that Santana couldn't help but swoon.
This is her wife. This is who she's spending the rest of her life with. This is who she'll wake up to on Sunday mornings and snuggle with well into the afternoon. This is who she'll make love to when it's raining out and when it's not and whenever they want. This is who she'll have babies with, who she'll go out at 3am to buy chocolate glazed donuts because cravings. This is whose belly she'll kiss and talk to and press her palms against at any given chance because who knew she could possibly love someone else as much as she loves Brittany. This is who she'll grow old with. This is her girl, this is who she'll love till infinity.
"Did I get it?" Brittany asked causing Santana to slowly blink and turn to her. The glow of the fairy lights and the setting sun made Brittany look even more stunning than she had before and all those thoughts Santana had been previously drowning came crashing back. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes because, after every thing, they finally made it.
But Brittany grew a little worried under Santana's gaze as her smile fell slightly. She leaned closer, ducking her head as her eyes flickered Santana's, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Santana only smiled her watery grin, nodding her head for emphasis, "I'm just really happy, baby." She brought up their joined hands and dusted little kisses over Brittany's knuckles, "I'm so very happy."
Brittany beamed as her cheeks flushed; she loved when Miss Queen of Lima Heights morphed into her sweet, loving, adorable Santana that did cute little gestures like kiss her hands. Once Santana set their hands in her lap, Brittany let out a sigh of relief, "I thought you were getting cold feet or something. I'd totally offer my boots since we're the same size."
"We're already married, it's too late for cold feet." Santana chuckled, turning her whole body to face Brittany as she dropped her fork and cupped the blonde's cheek, "But I'm not going anywhere, not without you right beside me."
Next, it was Brittany's turn to give Santana a watery grin, her eyes already a little teary as she leaned in for a kiss, "I love you so much."
Santana could only smile, her reply silent against Brittany's soft lips.