Prompt:- "I remembered how hilarious it was when you said that Santana not getting laid for 5 days because of the fondue for 2 thing. Maybe a prompt about that and how she finally got it?"
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Santana stares at her feet hanging off the bed and wiggles her toes, sighing before flicking her gaze over her shoulder to her girlfriend propped up against the headboard.
"Britt," she whines, turning a little more towards her, "you said you were going to be done twenty-five minutes ago. It's our Sweet Valley High night."
Santana knows she looks and sounds kind of pathetic, but she really likes their Sweet Valley High nights. She doesn't think of herself as a romantic but there's something nice and nostalgic about cuddling up on their couch like they did when they were younger. She likes that they've retained something like that even though their lives are so different now.
Plus, it always ends up with them both naked and Brittany on top of her.
But the blonde doesn't even glance up from her laptop and her fingers never pause their furious typing.
"I know, honey. Not much longer, I promise. I've just got a few more to go."
Santana rolls her eyes because Brittany has been telling her that every five minutes since she's gone over the 7pm deadline Brittany initially gave herself. This is severely cutting into their snuggle time and Santana's starting to get annoyed.
She huffs out a breath, shuffling herself back on the bed until she can turn over onto her hands and knees and crawl up their bed to sit beside her girlfriend.
"What are these weirdos saying anyways?" she asks as she leans over trying to read the screen. "And if that creeper Fondue With You has asked you what you wear to bed again I'm going to get that hacker friend of Mark's to find them so I can kick their ass."
Brittany snorts out a breath, not at all sharing Santana's concerns about potential crazy internet stalkers.
"When you have four thousand and ninety-five subscribers you're going to get a few oddballs," Brittany says diplomatically. "You're just going to have to get used to the fact that your girlfriend is an internet celebrity."
Santana barks out a laugh. "Britt, four thousand subscribers doesn't make you an internet celebrity. I'm pretty sure there are cats with more subscribers than you."
She doesn't realise how harsh she sounds until she hears the words spill from her mouth, the lingering annoyance at Brittany's delay seeping into her tone.
She watches her girlfriend's profile as her face falls, her shoulders deflating and brows furrowing. Santana winces and wishes for the millionth time in her life that her snark skills weren't so well developed. Sometimes they come out when she doesn't even want them to.
She's about to apologise when Brittany closes her laptop lid and looks up at her with a smile.
"Okay, we can watch now."
The blonde places the laptop on the bed next to her and then stands and exits the room, leaving Santana unsure if Brittany is mad at her or not.
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They snuggle on the couch and watch their old Sweet Valley High dvds, giggling and muttering silly things to each other, and any of Santana's worries about Brittany being mad at her are quickly eased. Her night isn't going to end the way she'd hoped though, her girlfriend's gentle snores letting her know that Brittany is asleep. Santana is a little disappointed but Brittany just looks so cute, cuddled into her side with her mouth open, and Santana's heart swells with love, before she helps her girlfriend up and into their bed without trying to wake her too much.
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Santana blinks her eyes a few times and shakes her head, urging herself to concentrate because she's read the same paragraph three times now and still has no idea what it says.
It's no use though, not with her gorgeous girlfriend parading around their apartment in nothing but her underwear and a tshirt, a tshirt that just barely fits her and clings so perfectly to her curves, leaving Santana practically drooling. There is never a time that she doesn't want Brittany, but it's not usually to the point of distraction, especially with Brittany doing mundane tasks like folding washing and cleaning the kitchen. Usually Santana can still function like a normal person and devote her brain to things that aren't daydreams about her girlfriend and various sexual positions, but they haven't had sex in five days now and it's starting to make her crazy.
They haven't gone this long without having sex since they moved in together, and Santana is almost embarrassed by how much she needs it, like she's some horny sixteen year old boy or something. Brittany just doesn't seem to be in the mood for it lately, which is unusual, but Santana doesn't want to be the asshole who gets upset at her girlfriend over something like this. She's just frustrated.
She watches Brittany take a basket full of their folded laundry into their bedroom and sighs, her thighs clenching together almost involuntarily when Brittany throws a wink and a smirk at her over her shoulder, and not for the first time Santana wonders if her girlfriend knows exactly the effect she's having.
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Later that night Brittany is finishing up brushing her teeth while Santana waits for her in bed, fidgeting with the book in her hands that she's not really reading. She kinda loves the nights when they go to bed together because she loves doing anything domestic with Brittany, anything that makes her think of how they'll still be doing those things for the next sixty years.
She's somewhat surprised when Brittany walks into their room and strips off her tshirt, leaving her just in her underwear, then walks around to Santana's side and kneels onto the bed before straddling tan legs.
"Hi," the blonde says as she brings her arms up around Santana's neck, and Santana has no idea how Brittany manages to be adorable and sexy at the same time but she totally fucking does.
Santana runs her hands up the smooth skin of Brittany's thighs to rest them on her hips and watches her girlfriend's eyes flutter closed before her own gaze falls down to the naked chest in front of her.
"Hi."
Brittany brushes some of Santana's hair behind her ear and then cups her jaw, tilting her head back up so that she's looking her in the eye and not the boobs.
"You've seemed a little distracted the past few days."
Santana scoffs. "You can't ask me about being distracted when you're straddling me with your top off."
"Oh, would you prefer I covered up?" the blonde asks teasingly, pulling her hands back and cupping her own breasts, squeezing lightly.
Santana's mouth drops open as the tug low in her belly gets stronger and her fingers press a little more into Brittany's hips. She's silent, watching Brittany touch herself.
"So would you agree that you've been a little distracted lately? Frustrated even?"
Brittany asks the question like she already knows the answer, accompanied by a little smirk on her face, and Santana quirks an eyebrow.
"You little shit." Santana bucks her hips and Brittany squeals as her body lifts with the motion. "You totally did this on purpose. You tried to drive me crazy with sexual frustration."
Brittany giggles and settles back on her knees, her hands back on Santana's shoulders to steady herself.
"That's what you get when you mock your internet celebrity girlfriend."
Santana's mouth drops open as she gasps dramatically, positively scandalised, all the pieces falling into place in her head. She can't believe Brittany has been playing her this whole time.
"If it helps, it was just as painful for me as it was for you," Brittany tells her, the wide grin on her face somewhat undermining that though.
"Briiiiit," Santana whines. "So you were just messing with me for fun? You weren't even really mad?"
The blonde purses her lips. "Well I was mad for like a minute, but I got over it pretty quick. Then I just wanted revenge."
Santana rolls her eyes, not quite sure if she should be annoyed or not, but she doesn't feel it. Especially not with her half-naked girlfriend sitting in front of her.
"Well I'm sorry I insulted you. Can we please have sex now?"
Brittany smirks and takes Santana's left hand from her hip, guiding it lower to her underwear. Santana holds her breath, so ready to feel her girlfriend again, but before she knows it her hand is pulled away.
"First, you have to admit that I'm an internet celebrity."
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