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Santana had been waiting for what felt like hours, her back hurt and she missed Brittany. After picking her girls up at Kindergarten, she stopped at the supermarket; it was her worst idea yet, as it was labor day weekend and the entire state of California was lingering in the checkout of the grocery store. With a sigh, Santana pushed her hip up, readjusting her grip on Spencer, as she hung loosely around her mother's neck. The tired and overheated little girl let out a whimper as she cuddled into her mother and ran her hand over Santana's face, before venturing into softly curled, raven, tresses. Spencer' s uncoordinated and sticky fingers left behind small tangles, and Santana shook her head to let the hair fall back into place.
"We're almost done mi'ja," Santana cooed. She always felt bad making her daughters go on these mundane errands. She would much rather the girls have time to play outside, or color, or do something at least halfway stimulating. At least at Kindergarten they got to have fun and learn, Santana thought, appeasing herself, before she was pulled out of her reverie.
"Why do you have black hair and I have white hair?" Spencer asked her fingers still working their way through Santana's hair as they waited idly for the line to move.
"So that we'd be a pair," Santana answered sweetly, playfully biting at one of Spencer' s fingers. The little girl let out a loud guffaw, tightening her legs around Santana's waist, but arching her back and bringing her finger's to safety.
"I match mommy!" Sutton cheered, from her position in the seat at the front of the cart, chewing on a piece of cheese the deli worker had gave her.
"You do," Santana smiled, "And you got her cute nose too."
With a heave and a grunt Santana placed the bags of groceries on the counter and put in The Little Mermaid for the girls. Without bothering to put the groceries away, Santana went in search of Brittany.
"You never wear those, I love it." Santana mumbled as she saw Brittany at the office chair, her glasses on and the studio budget layed out in front of her. "I got the salmon you asked for." Santana added.
"My hero." Brittany opened her arms wide and smiled. Santana placed a soft and lingering kiss onto pale, pink ones before straddling Brittany and collapsing on top of her.
"I missed you. Thirty toxicology reports today, baby. I just want to go to bed."
"Ohh," Brittany cooed, as her fingers stoked soft circles into Santana's hips. She trailed light kisses up Santana's jaw line, her nose nudging into the warm skin of her cheek as she reached higher behind Santana's ear.
"Feels good, baby." Santana drew out in a hushed voice, closing her eyes, and leaning forward into Brittany. Brittany nodded against the warm, dewy skin of Santana's neck and sighed as she pulled Santana's hips into her.
"Maybe we should go on vacation," Brittany added, nipping at soft skin as Santana let her head lull back, exposing her neck for Brittany. "Can you get a few days off?"
Santana let her fingers drag slowly against Brittany's side as she felt her stomach fold in on itself at Brittany's touch. "I dont know, Britt. I'm just so busy."
"I hate to see you so burnt out, baby. You used to enjoy your job," Brittany added wistfully, "I really want you to think about taking a break with me and the girls."
"I will," Santana said, softly capturing Brittany's bottom lip, her tongue dancing across sensitive skin.
"I will," she said one more times into perfect lips. Brittany nodded and let her hands flatten loosely against a tan and quaking stomach.
"Can I touch you?" she asked tentatively, her fingers dipping slightly to push just under the elastic of Santana's underwear. Santana moaned as her hips rocked lightly forward into Brittany's waiting hand. Feeling Santana's stomach roll against her hand, sent a coiling deep inside Brittany's stomach and she ran her hand up under Santana's shirt to touch a stiff nipple.
Gasping, Santana arched into Brittany, her mouth opening to let out a hitched breath. She took a deep breath in, as she brought her hand to cup Brittany's cheek, "Please," she let out in a strangled, and shivering tone.
Brittany nodded, using one arm to wrap around Santana. Placing one last kiss at Santana's chin, Brittany used the pads of her fingers to lightly trial under cotton underwear to Santana's trembling center, wanting nothing more than to show Santana all the love, and caring, and warmth she felt for her.
"I need you," Santana let out in a choked sob, as she drove her hips hard into Brittany, the ache at her core unbearably throbbing. Brittany stroked at Santana's slit, before entering her slowly. Feeling her own need slowly building, Brittany shivered at the silky, wet, warmth of Santana. Brittany thrusted slowly into Santana, using her grip around her waist as leverage, reaching deep into Santana, drawing her out as best as she could. The blunt scratch of Santana's nails at her back and her name on Santana's breath, brought a rush to her stomach, and her fingers curled and plummeted into Santana, her thumb pushing at Santana's clit. Santana went rigid, as the coil in her stomach sprang loose and pleasure exploded into her legs and arms.
Brittany kissed at the corner of Santana's mouth, and her eyes, and her nose, as the trembling subsided and her breath caught back up. Santana opened her eyes slowly at the loss of contact, as Brittany pulled her fingers out. Santana thought it felt like taking the center piece of a puzzle out, empty and missing, and she whimpered. She nuzzled into Brittany's neck and whispered "te amo"s, unwilling to leave the comfort of Brittany's arms.
"Lets go on vacation," she decided in that moment, as she felt the exhaustion of her life, slowly creeping back in, so soon after her relaxed high. She had had enough, she wanted to enjoy Brittany, and the girls, and the sun, and the sand.
"Yeah," Brittany asked, running her hands up Santana's thigh, and kissing at the front of her neck.
"Yeah." Santana confirmed, with a brisk nod and a smile, feeling better already.
"Yes," Brittany chided with a playful fist pump into the air.
"Come on," she added swatting at Santana's butt, "Maybe we can catch Kiss The Girl."