"How was work?" Brittany asked as she and Santana cuddled on the couch watching a James Bond movie. "Hmmm.." Santana mumbled as she shifted backward, as close to her wife as possible, pulling Brittany's arm forward and across so it rested just under the hem of her shirt. "We solved the case, but the worst part is seeing if the evidence is enough, oh and we might have to go to court, which means longer days and a back log in the lab," Santana continued to ramble on. Brittany brushed the pads of her fingers over the smooth skin just above Santana's waistband in an attempt to appease her. "You know," Santana continued pausing to catch an action fight on the television screen but returning quickly, "I never really considered that becoming a forensic scientist would mean this much work. Seriously, its case load after case load and we don't even live in a big city." Brittany remained silent but began to kiss the back of Santana's neck and comb her fingers soothingly through her dark tresses. "How can I help?" Brittany asked.
"You're helping." Santana confirmed, turning her head back slightly to look into intense blue eyes, gliding her thumb gently Brittany's jaw line. Brittany loosened her arm to allow Santana to shift on the couch. Now facing each other Santana continued, "Every time you look at me with that smile , the one that says 'we will never need more than each other', every time Spencer says 'I love you my mami bear' and every time Sutton watches the same exact Blue's Clues episode, everything that goes on at work hardly even matters." Brittany gazes back lovingly and places a gentle kiss on the corner of Santana's mouth. "She does watch that damn episode every other day," Brittany mumbles running her hands up Santana's back. Santana breaks out into laugh. "You know what baby," Brittany begins, "I think we have it, that life that everybody wants to have, we have it baby."
"Yeah, I know we do," Santana concludes stretching her neck to meet Brittany's lips with her own. Their lips slide together in a familiar dance that has always brought them both comfort and arousal. After a few minutes Brittany pulled away with a pop and wiped her lip with her thumb, shooting Santana a coy smile. Santana stood abruptly off the couch, almost toppling over but regaining enough composure to grab Brittany's hand and slowly lead her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Standing in front of their bed, Santana silently reaches for Brittany, bringing her closer and slowly removing her sweatshirt to reveal nothing underneath. Santana takes a deep breath in and stares at the woman who looks as beautiful as she did fifteen years ago. Brittany steps closer to Santana and reaches down to tug off her own pants, before Santana does the same with her own clothes.
"Oh, San" Brittany breathes as she takes in the brunette's naked form, each curve melting into the other, toned muscles quaking in anticipation. Santana pulls Brittany to her and steps back until her knees hit the bed and falls the rest of the way. Brittany immediately begins to cover every part of Santana's stripped body with warm, loving, needy kisses.
Santana watches as Brittany's mouth trails from her navel back up between the valley of her breasts, before pulling a nipple into her awaiting mouth. Santana gasps as her back arches and her feet dig into the mattress. She brings her hand up to tweak the other nipple. "I need you" Santana pleads out of breath and pulls Brittany up to kiss her. Hurried hot kisses rush between the two as their breath quickens. Santana moves her thigh to Brittany's core, eliciting a whimper. Brittany's hips rock forward as she drops them back onto Santana's core, grasping for as much friction as she could gain.
"Baby," Brittany sighs through a moan, reaching out on her accordance to bring Santana's hand down to where she needs it the most. She positions long tanned fingers at her entrance and Santana plunges into Brittany. Brittany grunts as she is suddenly full with what she loves most, Santana. Santana begins to thrust slowly, Brittany's hand still wrapped tightly around Santana's wrist, unable to let go. Brittany throws her head back and rocks her hips to match the rhythm set by Santana. Santana moans as she feels herself grow wetter watching Brittany gyrate in pure ecstasy above her , gasps and moans fill the heated air between them.
"Harder," Brittany mumbles and Santana adds a third finger. Letting go of Santana's wrist Brittany falls forward, lying on Santana, their breast creating a pleasurable friction. Santana kisses up Brittany's neck until she finds a pulse point, thrusting harder and curling her fingers. Brittany's jaw goes slack and she breathes out a prolonged 'oooooooohhhh' . Santana bottoms out and swipes her thumb roughly across Brittany's clit repeatedly until she can feel Brittany stiffen above her, "Santana" on her breath as she arches her back and quivers for unending seconds, before collapsing on top of Santana.
Brittany lies comfortably on top of her partner as she comes down from her high, curling into her side and closing her eyes. "So good, baby," she mumbles into the smoothness of her neck. She places a single kiss, smelling the familiar milk and honey mixed with sweat and sex. "Do you want me to?" Brittany starts to ask.
"Tomorrow." Santana says content to fall asleep holding Brittany.
"Is our daughter a vegetable?" Santana asked with disdain in her voice, all the while waving her fingers at the stage.
"I don't even know what that is?" Brittany responded as she placed a calming hand on her wife's back and led them into the crowded classroom for her daughter's first school play.
"It's a cauliflower." Spencer said frankly from her place on Santana's hip. "Check out the big brain on Spence," Santana teased lovingly as she sat, repositioning her daughter on her lap, straightening her dress. Brittany waved to Sutton on stage and settled pulling a picture book from her purse and handing it to Spencer to keep her busy. Spencer looked at it for a few seconds that gestured up to her mother, "Mami?" she said. "I can't read the words."
"That's okay, baby." Santana cooed. "You have to sound it out. You know what sound the letter a makes, and the letter n. Put them together."
"Ahhhh-nnnn" "An" Spencer repeated more sure of herself.
"That's it. Good job. Now do the next word." Santana helped her daughter sound out the title to the book and the first few words before giving up and reading to the blue eyed blonde until the lights dimmed. "It's starting," Spencer squealed tossing the book aside as she jumped on her mother's legs , evoking a small wince as her knee dug into the muscle. The family watched for what felt like an hour as small vegetables danced across the stage until finally a small cauliflower appeared, quiet yet clear, spouting the benefits of vitamin C.
"She's so beautiful," Brittany beamed as her hand ran up and down Santana's leg, as if to say: we did that. Santana was too busy snapping pictures to notice anything else around her. As the play concluded and Sutton found her way through the classroom to her parents, they smiled and cheered, crouching down to pull her into a family hug.
"You saw, right? You saw how I was up there and I was talking and everybody was watching me."
"Yeah baby, we saw. You did great." Santana said swiping blonde curls from Suttons face. "We are so proud of you!" Brittany added before Spencer proclaimed: "You were just like Cinderella up there."