Brittany pulled the silk dress over her head before wiggling her hips to let it fall all the way , resting above her knees. She looked at herself in the mirror, disappointed at what she saw, years shown in every form. Brittany pinched at the fat of her stomach, then thighs, frowning. She ran her fingers over now visible veins, across deeper set wrinkles, studying dull hair. She knew Santana would never complain but she felt herself drifting farther, and farther away from the body and the person she used to know. Brittany understood logically that her body could not possibly be the same that it was twenty years ago. Still as she stepped further back, lessening the blow, she was suddenly craving the comfort of sweatpants and comforters, not the harsh light of a restaurant.
Strong, caramel arms interrupted Brittany with a tight squeeze to her middle. Santana moaned into her partner's shoulder, catching her eyes in the mirror.
"You look so beautiful, Brittany." Santana spoke sincerely, laying her head just below the smooth, pale skin of her shoulder blade. Santana inhaled, and kissed the skin in front of her. "Are you going to be ready for seven? My mom will be here in thirty."
Brittany nodded and pulled away from Santana, heading for the door. Santana was hurt but shook it off reaching for Brittany's hand before she could exit the bathroom. Santana pulled Brittany into her, kissing at the sensitive skin of her wrist before releasing her hand.
"Well," Santana sighed, her head down in insecurity. "The girls want to help with your makeup."
Brittany kissed the raised apple of Santana's cheek, upset that she had let her own uncertainty about her body come off as hesitancy about the date and subsequently Santana. She stepped as close as she could to her wife, wrapping her arms so tightly along the slender waist that her hands made it to Santana's toned stomach. She passed her fingers up and down the edge taut muscle, feeling it quiver under her touch.
"I am excited." she confirmed, resting her forehead against Santana's, noses nestled together, eyes too close to actually see each other. Brittany puckered her lips and placed a quick kiss over Santana's eye as it fluttered closed. She went to step away before Santana whimpered quietly, holding on to Brittany.
"Stay for a minute," Santana pleaded. Brittany conceded placing feather light kisses to velvety skin. Brittany swam in the milk and honey, faded into the warmth of the embrace, bronze hands pushing into her back, impossibly closer and closer. Santana placed a lingering kiss on glossy, pink lips, bringing her plump bottom lip into her mouth. Santana chuckled shyly as their lips stumbled, sticking together against the clingy lip gloss Brittany applied early.
"The girls are waiting." Santana said with one more kiss to Brittany's chest, her heart beating underneath.
"Okay, my assistants." Brittany called to her daughters, stepping out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She smiled at the pair sitting giddily next to each other on the large bed she shared with Santana. Their small legs touching as they bounced much like she did herself when excited. She went to the vanity pulling out empty make up brushes and handing them each, with a kiss, to the girls. She sat on the edge of the bed as they twirled the fine hair of the brush against their knobby knees. Brittany laughed in pure joy as she continued to watch them take turns running the brush over the other's arms, cheeks, eyes, nose, every patch of unclothed skin.
"Mommy, come over." Spencer said swiping her brush over Brittany's cheeks. Brittany smiled, scooted closer and shut her eyes as two brushes traveled across her face. She soaked in the unhindered laughter of her happy children using it to forget about the depressed mood she had talked herself into earlier. She heard the bathroom door open and the footsteps of her wife approaching the bed.
"Mami," the girls spoke through their light, unrestrained, child laughter. "Look, we did Mama's make up." Brittany turned to face Santana, smiling.
Brittany shut the door roughly, not waiting for Santana to even exit the car.
"Thanks for watching them." Brittany said harshly, with a raised voice. She squeezed her mother in-law's shoulder, an attempt to erase the wrongly directed anger. Santana opened the door slowly, entering the war zone. She hugged and thanked her mother, promising to call her tomorrow. As the older woman left, Santana shut the wooden door, locking it. She placed her head against the cool wood, wondering how the special, romantic date went so terrible. She allowed her knees to give in and she slid down the door. She knew she had to talk to Brittany or she would never get any sleep tonight, but she honestly was confused at what the problem was. She picked herself off the floor, brought heavy legs up and down as she climbed up the stairs.
She opened the first door in the hallway, checking on the two sleeping girls. She kissed Spencer's cheek, feeling the heat from a night under blankets and moved sweaty hair away from her face. She added a kiss to the other blonde, closing the door behind her.
Brittany sat on one side of the bed, facing the wall and Santana sat on the other, removing the jewelry from around her neck.
"I don't understand." Santana said quietly as she placed the accessory on the end table. She twisted the top of her body, staring at the heaving back of her upset blonde.
"You were staring at the waitress." Brittany said exasperated, throwing her hands out in front of her in frustration.
"She was taking our order. I was looking at her." Santana stood up, outraged at the irrational behavior that ruined their rare date night.
"I was right there, dressed up, made up. And you weren't looking at me." Brittany claimed, her voice breaking. "You weren't looking at me."
"I was." Santana made her way to Brittany, kneeling on the floor, hands on pale, shaking, knees. "You were the most breathtaking woman in the room."
Brittany shook her head, unbelievingly.
"I love you, endlessly." Santana conceded, dropping to sit on the bed, next to Brittany. She pushed her hands into her thighs, red marks forming. "I just don't get it. I'm so beyond angry right now. I didn't do anything."
"You love me endlessly." Brittany scoffed.
"Do you not feel that?" Santana pleaded, tears starting to cascade down tan cheeks. "Do I honestly not show you how much I love you? And need you?" Brittany remained silent, head turned away from Santana. Santana stood up, in front of Brittany, reaching her hand out, only to be shrugged off.
"Tell me." Santana cried, using the back of her hand to roughly erase the evidence from her face. " Tell me, baby. Because I have failed miserably. My whole life, literally, my biggest goal is to give you all of my heart, all of my love. Nothing has ever been more important than this."
"I know you love me. But do you love this?" Brittany asked taking Santana's hand and putting it to her stomach. "And this?" Brittany asked as she placed Santana's hand at each area she was self concious about. Santana carressed every place Brittany brought her to.
"Yes," Santana gasped. "I love every part of you."
"How?"
Santana pulled Brittany from her sitting position. "Are you attracted to me?"
Brittany nodded profusely, "Always." Santana took Brittany's hand placing at the back of her thigh, under her dress.
"And you love this?" Brittany ran her hand trough a few small divits in the tan skin. Santana wrapped her fingers over the smooth wrist and moved her hand up to the corner of her eye. She moved Brittany's fingers through the new wrinkles. "This?"
Brittany nodded, tears clouding her normally clear eyes. "Of course, Santana."
"And I too am attracted to you, Britt. Undeniably, always, attracted to you. Can I show you how much?" Santana asked softly, running her hands slowly up Brittany's arms. She nodded slowly, moving her own hands to Santana's hips, grasping firmly. Santana slid pink straps from strong shoulders, placing her lips in the small hollow at the bottom of her throat.
"I love you." Brittany said as she bent her head forward, resting her nose against raven strands, breathing in. Santana moved her lips to cover every exposed section of Brittany's chest, using her hands to slowly push the silk dress farther down, revealing another section of skin, ready to be kissed. She moved slowly, trailing open mouthed kisses sensously down, pulling the dress closer and closer to the ground, unwrapping her treat. Brittany sighed, head rolled back, eyes shut, lips parted slightly to allow long breaths to release.
Brittany stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet. She pulled her wife, toward the bed. They shifted their bodies up the mattress together in syncronization, pulling the sheets out of their hold. Brittany reached her hands around to Santana's back, balling the fabric with her fist as Santana sucked at the skin between her neck and shoulder. She moaned, the ache in her core building intensity. She unclasped her hand and pulled at the zipper of her dress, sliding it down. Santana kicked it off, lost with the tangle of sheets. Brittany turned her head to kiss Santana, placing her palms on feverish cheeks, pulling her lips into her own. The women reached down to remove their underwear, linking their fingers and colliding their bodies together.
Santana slowly rocked her hips into Brittany, lifting her arm, placing their laced fingers on Brittany's stomach. She searched out Brittany's eyes, looking deep into her, willing her to feel the love she felt, the admiration, the attraction. Brittany used her free hand to run over Santana's hips.
Santana brought her fingers to her partner's core, running one up the length of it. Brittany gasped and folded up into Santana, her face burying into her neck. Slow grunts fell out of her mouth as Santana pushed into her slowly. Brittany pushed her thigh up into Santana, her wetness transferring. Santana shuddered and her fingers stopped, momentarily. Brittany used this moment to enter Santana.
"Oh god, Britt." Santana grunted, her back arching, pushing her fingers further into Brittany. The couple found a rhythm, dancing slowly together. Hips glided together, fingers applyed pressure where needed, grunts of satisfaction passed between kissing lips. Santana's mouth opened wide as her stomach flipped, her legs stiffening.
"Uh, San" Brittany gasped as both women approached climax, thrusting into each other with gentle force.
"Kiss me," Santana pleaded and as their lips met, both women became rigid for seconds, backs arched, cores and fingers pushed together in trembling ecstasy.