"Mammi" Sutton dragged out in a soft whine as pushed open the door leading into her mother's office. Putting down the report she was holding, Santana innately opened her arms. "What is it Querida? Is your nap over?"
The little girl shuffled herself until she was where she wanted to be, wrapped tight in her mother's arms, finally allowing fat tears to trail down her scrunched face as she clung to the sweatshirt Santana was wearing. Immediately worried, Santana kissed the blonde head that rested just below her chin.
"Are you okay baby girl?" Santana questioned further but was only met with silence. Squeezing her daughter lovingly, Santana sat back in her leather chair, swaying her daughter slowly and humming a soft lullaby.
"Mammi,"
"I'm right here pumpkin." Santana ran a tan hand down a small, and shivering back. " Right here."
"My body is hurting," Sutton mumbled burying her face into her mother's neck. "My belly." Sutton grabbed at her mothers fingers, before placing the warm hand under her shirt and over her own tumultuous stomach. Santana let out a soft chuckle at her child's direct request.
"Just like your mama," Santana gently jested before moving her hand in soft but firm circles over her daughter's stomach. "Let's go cuddle on the couch. Do you think that will help your tummy?"
"I think my tummy will be helped with The Little Mermaid?" Sutton questioned hopefully, as she tightened her skinny legs around her now standing mother.
"Yeah, I think that will help."
Santana gently placed a plate of crackers and a sippy-cup of juice down in front of Sutton, before climbing onto the couch and laying her lithe body down behind the little girl. She watched the movie on the screen silently, before succumbing to heavy eye lids.
Santana felt soft touches run down her cheek, across her chin, back up to her forehead as Brittany attempted to calmly wake the slumbering brunette. As she slowly opened her eyes, and shut them against the harsh light of the living room, her slightly parched mouth turned into an involuntary smile.
"Hey, my sweaty dancer," Santana said seeing Brittany's sweat riddled workout clothes, upon opening her eyes fully. She pushed up on her hands, lifting her body and placing a gentle kiss onto Brittany's mouth.
" Mmmm. What time is it? Where are the girls?" Santana pulled away from the kiss, fully sitting up on the couch.
"It's only five and they are coloring."
"How was work?"
"Long. I think we should talk about me cutting down on classes."
"Okay, baby. Let me kiss the day away," Santana said, tilting her head to the side, and puckering her lips, waiting for Brittany to reciprocate. Brittany met Santana's lips with her own, straddling Santana on the couch, her hands reaching up to gather Santana's messy hair above her neck. Brittany pulled away, only to place her lips on Santana's neck. Brittany rotated her hips and Santana let out a loud moan. Santana tapped on Brittany's thighs in an attempt to slow down before one of the girls walked in.
"You go have a nice, long bath, smelly," Santana said playfully kissing Brittany on the nose, "and I'll get dinner on the table."
"Alright," Brittany said shifting off Santana and walking out of the living room with an extra swing in her hips, "but you are finishing this later."
"Mommy, What big eyes you have." Spencer said to her mother, as Brittany sat at the dining room table doing the bills.
"The better to look at you with."
"Mommy, what big ears you have."
"The better to hear you with."
"Mommy, what big arms you have."
"The better to hug you with."
"Mommy, what big teeth you have." Spencer mumbled, ducking to the side, eyes closed in anticipation of what was next.
"The better to eat you with!" Brittany roared after a suspenseful pause, jumping up to snatch Spencer from her hiding spot being the high back of the dining room chair.
"Wait, no evil mommy!" Spencer choked out through giggles as Brittany playfully placed kisses over her daughters face and neck.
"I'll just eat this one finger," she said, pulling a wiggling digit into her mouth
"No," Spencer guffawed, pulling away.
"You don't need all ten. Just this one. You wont notice."
"No! I need it! I need it!" Spencer claimed dramatically before returning to uncontrollable laughter.
"What is going on in here?" Santana asked entering before taking a stance akin to a warrior. "I'll save you from evil mommy."
Santana paused, her finger to her lips in thought, "I know, I'll distract her."
Brittany arched an eyebrow waiting for Santana to distract her.
"With the power of dance." Santana triumphantly claimed before twirling around the room with mock ballerina moves. As she made a lap around the dining room table, she quickly changed her form into break dancing, sending Brittany into a fit of laughter, releasing Spencer gently to the floor.
"Run baby, run" Santana hollered, quickly kissing Brittany as she ran after Spencer into safety.
"We survived the evil mommy," Santana proclaimed, holding her hand out for a high-five.
"Phew, we deserve ice cream." Spencer said seriously.
"I concur, my fair lady."
Santana used her fingers to stroke the tangled hair from Brittany's forehead before wrapping both arms tightly around the trembling woman.
"That was so good, baby." Brittany murmured softly into Santana's full chest where she lay, placing a kiss on the skin below her mouth.
"I love when I can see you writhing above me." Santana said against Brittany's neck, "I love when I can feel you release above me." Brittany whimpered involuntarily recalling her climax.
"I loved it too." Brittany added, running a hand up Santana's chest, neck, until she reached her chin, using her hold to bring their lips together.
"Thank you and your turn," Brittany said before wrapping her lips around the full, bruised, and swolen ones, again. Their lips molding, and remolding before opening to allow tongues to dance against each other. Brittany ran her hands up and down the tan, toned back, reveling in the feel of soft, warm, skin. She kept her arms around the wriggling latina as she moved her open mouth down onto full breasts, smooth abs, taut thighs, before making her way back up to kiss behind Santana's ears. Brittany pulled at the skin before realeasing it and reattaching her lips further down her throat. Santana gasped and her head fell backwards giving Brittany all of herself.
"Please," Santana gasped as she ran her hands uncontrollably over Brittany's body. Her hips lifting upwards in a search for Brittany's, in a search for touch, in a search for pleasure, in a desperate search for friction.
Brittany met Santana's plea and moved her body slowly down the mattress to rest comfortanly between spread legs. Britttany kissed along Santana's hips, and over to Santana's core, breathing in her scent as Santana bucked at the contact, trembling in anticipation.
Breath shallow and moans releasing at their own will, Santana felt underwater as each stroke of Brittany's tongue brought waves of pleasure coursing from her toes to her abdomen to her fingers. Each stroke bringing her further and further into the depths of pleasure. Clinging onto the bedpost above her, hands wrapped tightly, knuckles white against the cherry wood, Santana pleaded for more.
"Unnghh" Santana grunted as she felt Brittany's fingers enter her and curl.
"Ba-ay-by" Santana gasped as Brittany thrusted harder and harder, her lips circling around Santana's throbbing clit.
"You look so beautiful, Santana." Brittany looked up at Santana's pinched shut eyes, furrowed brows, open mouth. "Look at me, baby."
Santana opened her milky caramel eyes locking onto the blue ones staring back at her with love and lust. Brittany smiled widely at the writhing mess below her, always in awe when she could break through all the control and see Santana. Pure and unfiltered Santana, beautiful and messy Santana.
"I love you," Brittany continued as she thrust against the clenching around her fingers and with a final push to her clit, Santana fell into an overpowering surge of pleasure. Her eyes shut hard and her hands flew to Brittany's back as she trembled and took in a large breath and released it.
Tired, both women fell back into the mattress, placing soft caresses over sweaty skin, whispering 'I Love You's ' and trading soft kisses before falling into blissful sleep
"Mamma," Sutton whispered as she stepped cautiously into the quiet room, not wanting to scare her mothers.
"Yes, baby?" Brittany asked groggily, internally grateful for the clothes they threw back on after round two.
"My belly hurts. I want to lay in your middle." Sutton said, voice almost broken.
"Yeah. You can sleep in the middle, cuddlebug," Brittany added patting on the bed between her and Santana. Sutton jumped up on the bed before shuffling so she was lying close enough to touch both women.
"I sleep better here, mommy."
"Me too."